Short Blither Poems
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Deaf.
Hands fly.
Symbols whirl.
Nuance slips past fast.
Hand jive, succinct lines blur.
Blink, blind, behind banter, blither on deft fingers.
Primary Number Contest
Heart o Silver, doth thou dither?
About the stars, or planets blither?
O grateful gods, become so weary,
Heart o silver, hast left thee teary.
Glaciated by wind and storm,
Nevermore, thy heart be warm.
I'm flexible by indecision,
Nothing came to fruition,
I'm really quite a dither,
In verse I do blither,
Still, I'll finish this book,
Hope readers take a look,
What to write next? I ask,
Ah, decisions, that's my task!
Trump Many Does Apall
Trump so many sure seems to appall;
Has no common sense or brains at all;
On vine he will wither;
Idiot who does blither;
Thinks for all his tricks we should fall.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Paint on her fingers and paint in her hair
Dad thought her love for art crazy and rash
She was an artist and she did not care
No matter that he could blither and bash
Attitude she did not readily share
Her mother understood and gave her cash
Guarded secret known by only a few
Her dream had been to be an artist too.
The moon’s peaking tonight.
It’s June with her strawberry cheeks.
Not time for fright or flight.
Childlike brilliance of us antiques.
We look upon the past,
Shimmering diamonds in rough.
How long will our lives last?
So much blither-blather seems fluff.
(Hyperbolically, seen it all.)
Still, the strawberry moon excites.
(T.V. shows in the Fall.)
Life is full; so’s the moon, it’s light.
O dubious malicious horribilus
cunnigfilux goodfornothingfilux nillux;
go to hellishbellish boomboodydoomland.
Mean notsoclean bullfart smellitnot
go punking dunking blunking monkeying
jumpingjack bigfat*** fullofmethanegas
evilus spiritus devious mischievous
coronavirus getitis gastritis meningitis,
run out helter skelter to wither thither
into a zypher cypher blither blackhole.
27.5.2020
I’ve seen in dreams a blither me -
feet tanned and naked by the sea
and patient ‘midst two palmy trees
a hammock … nodding in the breeze
o dreams are rarely sweet as those
warm South Pacific ‘tween my toes
though should one Polynesian near
I’d dream her grass skirt short …
and sheer.