Short Antsy Poems

antsy
Nancy

boogie
woogie

fancy
dancy

dancy
Nancy



3/24/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©...

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i once saw a dog chasing ants

but only if they wore green pants

this dog felt antsy

around pants fancy

and so theyd break into a dance....

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All wired up and ready to go.
Why did I have to get here at six?
Got a bit antsy when they wanted to shave me
Orderly seemed to have a nervous tick...

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A certain young filly has caught my fancy
I squirm and I jiggle, and I get all antsy
Won't mention her name
But my parts are aflame
All ga-ga over her smoldering chassis...

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Inspired by a recent contest

I know of a girl, who's quiet antsy
To enter Her contest was chancy
I could have wrote deep
but I'd put Her to sleep
Hoping this lyric's more to Her fancy...

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Whatta fine day, the boidies is chirping
From the tree tops on high, they is a-perching
Confused as hell
Waiting for the bell
Chicks are antsy, warm temps they be searching...

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Whatta fine day, the boidies is chirping
From the tree tops on high, they is a-perching
Confused as hell
Waiting for the bell
Chicks are antsy, warm temps they be searching...

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I wish my thoughts were tangible,
Feelings frighten my fragile heart.
My emotions eager to escape,
I'm afraid to act out of antsy impulsion.
There's a chasm in my chest so capacious,
Even my conscience stutters....

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A sweet young girlie in bra and panties
Makes my wee friend stand up and get all antsy
I lose total control
Squirming in my camisole
As I longingly survey her curvy young chassis


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Agog
anticipant, anxious
openmouthed, breathless, athirst
Enthusiastic, open-eyed wide
indifferent, unmoved such
impatient, restless
Antsy






3/12/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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Tell me friends, wot ya tink the word “antsy” means
Does it mean like somebody but with much bigger jeans
Does it refer to someone edgy
Who gets constantly all sweaty
When things get dicey do they throw tantrums and scream


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Incinerate all vacant lust
Fishtailing the mind
In an orgasm of energy

Finite thought turbulent
Expressions broken from their jaw
Antsy minds recoil in pain

Our mutant lives disintegrate
Against a streaming bed of action
Bombarded by the sun

We wake resilient
Floating from this wayward skin...

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Fancy is as fancy does
    and Francie never really was
Prone to wear a fancy dress
    only under great duress
    made her antsy and distressed
Francie much preferred the woods
    pants, she wore, because she could
    whose she was, she understood
What you get is what you see
    delightful femininity...

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Why am I not getting itchy
  Why's my adrenaline not twitchy

By now I should be quite antsy
  To go somewhere dressed up all fancy

I sense others are worried and nervous
  While I seem to be utterly impervious

A friend attended a drive-in movie show
  I wished him luck -- six feet below...

Alas, the world has passed me by
  As I enjoy a slice of blueberry pie...

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A brother and sister wanted to play Lego's... 
but they were missing some of the pieces  
So, they used their imaginations 
And made some creations 
Out of some pieces of Reece's 

They built a king's tower, and a colorful flower... 
and a buckle for the king to wear on his belt 
But the king dropped his pants... 
And he was covered in ants 
When his belt buckle started to melt...

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Patience is a virtue
Though it’s one that isn’t mine.
I get antsy when I wait
In any kind of line.

I can’t hold my horses
For that leads to agitation,
No matter what the reason
Or surrounding situation.

Type A personality
I think’s the diagnosis.
Ulcers or a heart attack
Is likely the prognosis.

Living in the city, though,
Is where I have to be.
For everywhere I go, I notice
Lunatics like me!...

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high up, none gone with them
some under the hem
read a taste of lights
understand the flies

reinvigorate the scene
underneath a beam
of good food and antsy pants
run amuck, kind find
kindness of the mankind

real in the parish
go get the garnish
reinvigorate the garbage
see the stolen pen
to the bin, read 
a juggernaut
be an astronaut
just do something jim
get all of them,
take them...

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Music lightens,
Lights all soften—
Dare she dance with you?

Up, she glances,
Cheeks flush ashen,
Slight nod “yes”, her chin.

Slight hand in yours,
To dance floor edge,
Coy and antsy eyes.

Just touch lithe waist,
She inches close,
Fragrance so divine!

Mere steps and sways,
Young breasts kiss chest,
Cheek finds silken hair …

Sweet music: flow;
Hold tight to her,
Keep this moment grand....

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I encompass a rebel within
A need for eccentricity 
No trespassing signs don't win
Over my curiosity 

I find it quite appealing 
Sporting a sleeve of paint
Though palms erect, kneeling
I wasn't born a saint

Rules don't suit my fancy
A bit disagreeable 
Guidelines make me antsy
A domesticated bull

Pleasantly off color
A delightful rose with thorns
Smelling of burnt rubber
A bow atop my horns...

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Who is knocking at my door






As my intense emotions reflect back
I wake up in the middle of my sound sleep,
Rush to firm faith embed deeper in heart,
to see who is knocking at the door?

Only to find those empty echoes,
that still haunt my antsy present,
With another candle of hope blown,
despair burns me the whole night.





Written Dec 28th, 2015
For contest by Tammy Reams

Awarded 5th place win...

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Certain weeks I’m busy
And I run around a lot
So I’m either in a tizzy
Or I’m wondering why not.

For when plans are sometimes lacking
You might think I’d just relax
But I sent those calm genes packing
And I’m antsy to the max.

Though, with age in the equation,
Staying home at times appeals
And I don’t need much persuasion
If the cold nips at my heels.

Yet it’s balance I am seeking,
Busy interspersed with not.
Too much either way I’m freaking
(Which I tend to do a lot)....

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i didnt ask to be this charming
now i have your dirty looks
didnt mean to make you antsy
just the type of route i took
only want to make you love me
didnt want to bring you pain
now you act as tho you like it
bringing me eternal shame
could i simply be your friend
rather then you late night lover
can it really be addictive
when i make you moan and stutter
deeper then our conversation
is the place you want me at
when your mind is what im craving
but you dont... imagine that......

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It heaves you up; 
too antsy to stay 
on the waves, 
inheriting the power- 
dynamics of deemed palaces.

Channeling the inner Gandhi 
or Buddha to reincarnate 
the fragrance of past. Could 
have become a golden 
era again.

The fraud ! Everthing was 
created by a mockingbird. 
Are you sure there 
was a war cry between 
the insects ?

You remind me of ugly
dads fathering a new generation 
of unborn myths.Thousands of 
witnesses will keep their 
eyes shut. 


Satish Verma...

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