Long Skims Poems
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There she stands
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender
Precariously she balances.
I reach out for her
Draw her to me
My hand skims her body
Slowly reaching her skirt.
Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.
Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.
Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.
Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.
Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.
Dawn on spider silk—
A wren's wing brushes one strand,
pearls get rearranged—
web keeps its geometry,
only the dewdrops have gone.
Sea mists on a pane.
A beam of sunlight sneaks through
opening the view
The room fills with fresh insight
the glass was never quite touched.
Moonlight falls on pond.
A reed bends and flits a leaf
from the water's skin.
The stars' reflections remain
unruffled by the ripples.
A loose silver hair
caught upon a jacket sleeve—
deft fingers pause, then
borrow it for half a breath
before the mind can claim it.
A word almost said.
Hangs sharp between two old friends.
A teacup is poured.
steam skims anger flecks aside,
while a spoon stirs the tea leaves.
Mother's soft fingers.
Lift a lash from a boy's cheek—
he never looks up.
A small kindness passes by
unnoticed by either eye.
Sat by the bedside.
She loosens his wedding ring
twists it part aside.
The pale band beneath remains—
pale skin bands outlast the gold.
When last light thins out,
even the gentlest touch fails
to lift what's worn thin—
Outside, moonlight skims the roof;
bounces, flits, and flies away.
Sweltering summer temperatures
and warm sultry summer nights
left me scratching my legs red raw
I hate receiving nasty insect bites
I’d slather bare limbs with cream
that the chemist had given me
Bites are an issue that I live with
itchy red legs are quite unsightly
Every beach dress skims the earth
and I ensure I spray all my skin
But these heartless hungry critters
find a gap and they get stuck in!
I’ve spent all my hard earned cash
yet have been unable find a cure
Why can’t these creepy crawlies
abstain, their bites I can’t endure
A friend suggested that I purchase
a new-fangled electric bug racquet
It zaps the pesky bugs with each swat
and E-Bay didn’t charge me a packet!
The package arrived back in May
with my electric zapper I’m smitten
I’ll carry it with me all summer
I am certain I’ll never get bitten!
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Letter O has been omitted
Rhyme checked with rhymezone
06/17/21
Long after first light
night yet clings to the slick highway.
Lungs steer the wheel;
breathe out and the wave-riding shocks
follows their beamed lights,
the road adjusts to unseen rapids,
curves around blacked-out river bends.
Breathe in, and eyes shutter out,
yet what was seen sails on.
I am scaffolding for water,
knowing this I have faith in
in the flow, the roads ability
to avoid Niagara or deluged rest stops,
the low flying raids of sky-drenched winds.
Mind rides its rafts, skims undercurrents
weaves in and out of dreaming sailors,
the drunk rocking of back axles
as they negotiate one Rubicon
after another.
Night parts its dim waves,
runs downhill into landscapes,
structures rebuilt only moments ago.
It might be raining, or it might be
spume and spindrift,
intermittent splashes of shorelines
just beyond the off-ramps.
The sun now stalls
halfway up its climb
and skims a course
barely above the trees.
The swallows have gone.
Spaces once filled
with brightly coloured wings
and crawling things
are now empty.
What is missing
has hollowed out
the day and left nothing
but vacated shells
and casings hanging
like trophies
on abandoned webs.
An absence has taken hold.
You move into the gaps
left by others, make trinkets
of ice to hang on branches
that have lost their leaves.
Every winter
is the same, has you
gathering what remains
of yourself, trying to fill
the spaces left
by what is missing,
knowing you can't,
and never will
as each winter passes
you lose a little more
of yourself until, one day,
there will be nothing left
and you will become
the thing that is missing.
Contest rules, only one, enter whatever you like.
No prompts or specs, some would call that lazy.
A dictatorship, just a bit like the third reich
disabling comments on both sides, first strike.
Winners chosen by whatever the sponsor wants.
Room for skims, scans, and glances – it’s crazy.
What of reading, deliberation and careful response?
Control via nonchalance, strike two he vaunts.
Roughly, thirty-five “reads” that is, on a good day;
participation is always good, fill-ups are fast.
"Judging's" even faster, if you notice, by the way
it’s a Monopoly craps game, many of us choose to play.
I cannot speak for others, but here's my view
nothing ventured; nothing lost; nothing gained.
A poem's well-being does not rest with one "Yahoo!"
or if you please, on the other hand, with one DQ.
April 13, 2020
contest: Kai Michael Neuman's Monopoly Poetry Contest
Steal me away
Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air
As waters crash upon the rocks on the shore
The waves of this life takes us on a journey
As the ripples make their indentation in the sand
each line another path we must face
Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air
As the buds spring when the timing is right
The clouds play a game of "What am I"
As the moon sits still in it's place
My imagination is going wild
with the freedom of this place
Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air
The last time I sat here with a friend we gazed at the water as though
that moment in time would never end
As we listen to the sound of the crickets scratching
and fish jumping, a boat skims across the sea
I could hear the wind yet talking to me
I can't see you but I know your here
stealing free touches with nothing to keep you clear
Wind beneath my feet, blowing though my hair, whispering a song in my ear. Smells of sweet nothing everywhere, fresh breath of clean air
Form:
Dragonflies
What are dragon flies?
Something colorful flying by.
A small critter that skims across the water.
Maybe just a messenger?
A positive symbol.
A way to keep life simple.
Transformation into the new.
A spiritual change in pursuit.
Rebirth of new beginnings.
Fly as far as you can see.
Don’t hold anything back.
An echo in black.
Traveling with wisdom.
Passing through into a new realm.
A soul not forgotten.
Remember the good times are never lost.
A critter flying free.
Be whoever you want to be.
Lightning fast in the night.
Colorful shades in the sky
Been married three times, - on the lookout for number four
If your hubby meets 'Miss Yo-Yo knickers' it may be outright war
She’s always up for some bedroom action
Like a bee finds a flower its a fatal attraction
Her leather jeans cover her pure white thighs
What lies in between them she never denies
Her purple negligee skims just above her waist
Men are quick to remove it with very great haste
Guys are dazzled by her outstanding beauty
She’s like Beyonce when she shakes her booty
Sadly like a butterfly she flits from man to man
Looking for passion wherever she can
But she can never be trusted to be faithful
If she meets your hubby it could be fatal
So Miss Yo-Yo knickers find someone who isn’t taken
Or his marriage vows may be forsaken
Jan Allison
16th May 2014
Pink fringed lotus,
stunning leaf floater,
suffusing pond surface,
beneath sapphire sky,
in stoic city pond,
charming capture,
casual strollers peep,
as vim skims,
reflection of visages,
luscious liquid stream,
fluid canvas,
water in atmosphere.
or pool intensifies,
navy blue welkin,
august morning shift,
in shade or tint,
hue’d reservoir,
sapphire firmament,
a momentary pause,
for zestful urbanite,
bowl-shape flora,
or vapored vault,
coalescing influence,
bridging distance,
town dynamism,
lush environment,
bosom buddy treaty