Short Avidly Poems
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Season’s sweat sets steadily on the streets
Flowers’ flags float faintly on the floor
Autumn’s aura awash avidly on the acacia
Vainly searching who to be
Avidly yearning for more in me
Narcissistic jubilee
Isolated tendencies
Trifle bouts of insecurities
Yawning at the piercing pleas
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Have you seen my arrogant cow? The farmer asked me.
I am not sure, I told him. I have seen at least twenty-three.
She is the one wearing curlers, as prissy as a cow can be.
I had not seen her, but now I was searching avidly.
Limerick : Once a Banker from starving Wall Street
Once a Banker from starving Wall Street
Craved for a mountain of juicy meat
So he hired King Kong
To play U. N. Ding-Dong
Now the World avidly kiss his feet.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2013
Alluringly avidly acutely animated
Blossoming beautifully barely belated
Cavorting colliding consciously collaborating
Desperately dreaming delicious delirium
Exhilirating enchanting enthusing enjoyment
Fascinating fantastic fabulous flair
Why do some scarab beetles have horns and others do not?
The answer to six scientific questions like this, I avidly sought.
To throw down their contender, said man who been a beetle.
To put them on a clothesline suggested a jokester named Meetle.
Why do some scarab beetles have horns and others do not?
The answer to six scientific questions like this, I avidly sought.
To throw down their contender, said man who been a beetle.
To put them on a clothesline suggested a jokester named Meetle.
I think I write so avidly,
Aggressively cutting the paper with words,
Because I hope to create a spark
With my force of passion
And I dream that it will become bright enough
That my own poems will form the lantern
That submits my darkness to light.
She sleeps like a bear
in her deeply sonorous dreams.
She is not dainty,
she’s too sturdily anchored
into an earthy nature.
Her name Cynthia.
When Cynthia sleeps,
she plays with the small skulls
of squirrels, and mice,
while avidly reading
her teen magazines.
MAD TIMES
The season of hope and growth
Following those cold empty days
Dark ribbed ploughed fields wait
As new life sniffs the warmer air
Bursting forth, as if all new ideas
In shades of lime, olive and sage
Avidly searching to see the sun
Soon to realise their new vision
When we wake at dawn
Languidly and Longingly
When we part for a time
Avidly and Ardently
When we make love
Passionately and Powerfully
When we fight and Make-up
Vehemently and Vigorously
When we lay in the dark
Sedately and Serenely
We move through the day
To come alive
When our lips touch
Faith of a Chance
the night is upon us and we
know not the names of those
whom closely follow our outing
or why they joyfully take no heed,
instead lust is on their dark lips
and we evade away so avidly...
but can we escape
with little to no faith
9-30-09
Form:
Deployed upon my desk
It's finite with infinite reach
Close, yes, not closed
That knowledge it bears to teach
Instead that I might learn, even now,
Old man that I am
Never stray far from me, wisdom
Avidly I search it's pages, for,
Revealed within pages frail,
Yearning, every entry, each to tell its tale.
In the flickering light of the lamp,
Despite the chilly night, air so damp,
She surveyed books so avidly read,
Studied the guidelines now in her head.
Time came: she departed for the war,
Sure she'd care for all those wounded sore.
Many followed as she left her stamp,
At night she'd be the lady with the lamp.
April
awesome arrival
await always avidly
as augurs amour
Betrothed
besotted belle beau
both blossom beautifully
beget baby boy
Cherish
crickets chirp constant
cockerel clarion call
can calm crying child
Written 27/07/2020
2nd placement
Let the pens flow -Alliteration poetry contest
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
Cloudy sky hovers with thick humidity
Finches and jays are seeking a haven
Against the summer weather’s perfidy
Seems the sun threatens ever fervidly
While the small critters scrounge avidly
Heat provoking them to be more craven
A cloudy sky hovers over thick humidity
Finches and jays are seeking a haven.
Written July 25, 2022
a fresh thirst quencher
sliced watermelon in red
alluring beauty
mulberry picking
romantic stolen kisses
dark purple dyed lips
crushed grape juice slithers
into her desirous mouth
she feasts avidly
overflowing bowl
red strawberries and ice-cream
summer temptation
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Contest: VERNAL 2017 Standard
(Three Liner; up to max 12 lines)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Placed 2nd
what happens when my dog brings home an arm or a leg?
What is the proper etiquette? What is the protocol?
Do I call the non-emergency police number? Or a neighbor?
What if he brings home a skeleton? Or just a skull?
Are the rules the same with flesh and without flesh?
I live on a desolate country road.
I have a puppy that is avidly digging things out of the ditch.
Not daily, but often enough that I am a bit worried.
My friend came in wearing the oddest expression.
I thought someone had died, my first impression.
She has a new job, pays as much as she makes here.
Will get more appreciation, that is abundantly clear.
I did not understand the tears, in no way did see….
“I will miss you, “she said. “You always avidly support me.”
Surely there are other people in her life who lift her up!
We will be friends forever, I tell her. I am your pup!
He really should use
a ballpoint pen
ink blots are hard to remove,
and they can mask our reality.
The blots form mysteriously
shaped smears and smudges
that conceal rather than reveal.
We who avidly read His works
are apt to badly misinterpret.
He should have learned to type,
or at least used a computer,
but no
and now all we have are
these mysterious word-puzzles
many of which
are half-hidden between
speculation and conjecture.
Why are the humans like that?
Filled with wile and treachery,
Using others as doormat,
Wittingly.
Can't they be simple?
Pristine,
As ripples,
As machine,
Who can't lie.
Why humans are such quintessence ,
Of sham drudgery?
Climbed on the fence,
Avidly.
Can't they just be good?
No hate, no tricks,
Just love throughout.
No cynicism,no narcissism,
everyone equal around.
I wonder ,
How good the earth
Could have been.
If it was shaped on
Anvil of love and peace.