When the snout of lush abundance is full and flowing,
when all prey and creature-kind spill upon the verdant swards,
then it is that I worry night and day,
for the stoat, fox and hawk are at work,
they scythe in the whelm and nimiety, they hack and harrow.
The kits and chuckling’s are many, the light too bright;
for then the foragers forgoing fright, are palpable and open.
The long-eared nibblers, hairs on scattered rodents laid bare,
they scutter, skitter and twitch much in the open
greatly prone to be pounced upon;
their paltry pelts all unhidden, and being many,
and not running, they are huddled; yet not strong.
If this slew not ease, if the grabbers not falter,
if the singled-out dither, the glut not wither,
then the green snake will climb to where nestlings hutch -
they all so easily plucked and quickly snatched.
I worry for the wee brown birds; mottled shells still unhatched.
I fear a winnowing, withal a harsh hazard of gorge and sate.
I fret for the freshly delivered, the teeming,
the newly produced, all the bounding bounty
for those too easily found and so, arrived too late.
Categories:
nimiety, poetry,
Form: Free verse
When the green snout is full
rabbits spill on the lawn.
I worry night and day,
because the stoats and the Red Tails
are at work
even in whelm and nimiety
they hack and harrow.
The young kits are many,
the sun too bright.
Foragers forgo fear,
are palpable and open,
not just
the long-eared nibblers,
the hairs on many scutters
are laid bare,
the sniffers thrive,
are prone to be pounced upon;
their thin pelts all unhidden,
and being many,
and not running,
they are huddled.
If this spill will not ease.
If the grabbers not falter,
the singled-out dither,
the glut not wither,
then the green snake
will climb a way
to the nestlings hutch;
all so easily found
and quickly snatched.
I worry for
the small brown birds,
their mottled shells
still unhatched.
In this gorge and sate;
I fret for all this new life
that has arrived too late.
Categories:
nimiety, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Nimiety
Written: by Tom Wright
7/11/2018
A nimiety of words extends duration,
Excess words are as shard’s, once spoken.
But fewer words, when correctly chosen,
Have a way of holding others attention.
Some are born, slaves to detail,
Using many words when fewer are better;
I dislike knowing the end of a story,
Before someone is half through telling it;
Categories:
nimiety, words,
Form: Blank verse
15 December 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa
I was at my age avid for adventure
Played outside the home, street as my playground
Every nimiety of joy, I want to capture
Never ran out of a game plan to lay down
At that time, robots are in the boom
Voltes V, Mazinger Z, and Daimos, among my favorites
But what most appealing for me to have in my playroom
Is a battery operated toy train with complete accessories
Christmas season is the best time to receive gifts
For a child like me, full of excitement and wishful
Life was hard before, wishful thinking somehow has gone adrift
Somehow, someday under the Christmas tree, I’ll find it circling in full
Watch the tiny trains buzzing along the tracks
It’s a fun to place little trees and people in the scene
Reverberating rhythm of horn and its wheels click-clack
Passing by a miniature bridge, tunnels, forest so evergreen
Make up stories for the little people in the scene
Why there are there and what’s happening
Still fresh and playing wildly in my brain
I’ll make it happen on Christmas day with my son mingling
6th place in "TOYLAND" contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
1/13/2011
Categories:
nimiety, childhood, children, christmas, holiday,
Form: Rhyme
July day
A heaviness entraps with the folding of the clouds
Paleness, thunderous, symmetrical and curved lines.
Stare into the stillness escaping the shroud
Look for the glimmer it is there bending entwined
Monitor the evolving motions changing
The nimiety of gas rolling, engrossing even captivating
Slices of flash and echoes erupt
Merged hues austere yet enticing almost bewitching
Panic intense…
Then - gallons rolling, descending, pounding arriving
Landing on the solid and rebounding in rhythm
Grassy aroma, dust fluctuates on earthy mounds lifting
Concave pools forming gushing and flowing
Hush proceeds - the effervescent fizz now draining
Escaping their landing by gulps into the crevices
Drips into the nooks, sills, rails and leaves
No trace just reflective is remaining.
Categories:
nimiety, nature, sea, seasons
Form: I do not know?
Fresh entity deceived me of late;
I faltered forward upon jagged toes.
My soul was once an open gate,
now drawn shut to ward off hate.
Betrayed by the aroma of sweet repose,
then pricked and left by mistaken rose.
Her stem bleeds bitter. Having tasted pain,
she has spurned felicity.
Lying in wait to parch the soil,
oblivious to her own demise,
her karma has led to clearer skies.
Forthwith sweet Mother earth embroiled,
nimiety of roots dried and spoiled;
she shrivels up and dies.
Categories:
nimiety, angst, imagination, nature, time,
Form: Free verse
"On Gelid Night" by David Hart
On gelid night, prone amidst this small sea of
faineant coverlets,
A nimeity of somnolent susurrations--
Bombinate and pierce the greyblack night.
Still, the foundling lies on bilious pillow
A radiator's dolorous tintinnabulation
Harmonizes a fan's punctilious paean.
On this gelid night,
A languid pillow kisses this naive cheek.
Vocabulary
Bilious-ill-tempered; Foundling-lost child; nimiety-excess (n);
dolorous-sad; tintinnabulation-tinkling sound; susurrations(n)-whispers; faineant(adj)-
idle; gelid-icy cold; bombinate-buzz or hum; punctilious-precise; paean- a song of praise
Categories:
nimiety, history,
Form: Verse