Short Airily Poems

blue butterfly flew in  airily
faeries danced so merrily...

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Spirits sail amber seas of 
an amaranthine void echoing airily.

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SPRING
drizzling 
tempo rain 

airily tapping
droplets dropping off leaves
fragrant scent of petrichor

sun-drenched life and green arousal

9/7/2020

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Lavender lilacs pose pretty 
         with riotous rows of perfect petals
             wind whipped, airily arcing
       mesmerizing motions…paths pulsing
              sweet scents wistfully woo
          wispy winged, soft silk butterfly
             to alight and sip fresh nectar.    








Written on 12/14/2021...

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To those of us who believe 
We recognize things like these. 
Quiet tributes rectify 
Unerringly unify. 

Passed-on loved one happily 
Communicates airily. 
You may ignore, they insist; 
Deny this faith?  It persists. 

Fact or fiction to you 
Matters not 
It's written now, it's cool. 
This is hot. 

Emotions spent 
There are times when 
Voices are meant 
To say, “Amen!”...

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A man’s apartment is airily roomy
But wears he a face real gloomy …

Soon, I find out his eyes are rheumy 
And he thinks he got them through me!

Lousy Guy! My eyes for long not rheumy;
Two years now they to overseas flew me …

And with rheumy eyes in a shelter roomy
One should a reason find to be not gloomy,
Unless issues too has about one’s tummy 
Or bemoaning a perception as Dummy....

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Folderol and balderdash,
nonsensical, sweet whimsy.
Musical, so airily,
she prances round the elm tree.
Mimsy do, in flimsy blue
with bells upon her head, ho!
Where she goes, I do not know,
exquisite, never chintzy.
A woodland sprite, her face alight,
she coyly beckons fireflies.
Off into the dark, they go,
playing out a dance mid-flight.
Mirthfully, her friends in tow,
she’s chasing moonbeams in the night....

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Merrily
fairies tease lyrical tunes
arranged almost airily

Breezily
frolic with wild woodland sprites
dancing through branches of trees

Kisses pressed
with great delight on the ears
of squirrels sleeping in nests

Finally
as the sun rises, they slip
under leaves, sleep peacefully

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This is a Treochair, 3a/7x/7a - kind of like it!

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/treochair-poetic-forms...

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