Short Cavorts Poems

Delmore Schwartz
T'was said, "He cavorts!"
A career much too short,
But still the greatest of poets!...

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In baseball, a player may bunt
In football, a player may punt
But in bedroom sports
A lady cavorts
In a frantic search for a runt...

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A rippling light beam tumbles, intriguingly 
Dreaming in coppered intensity 
And swirling loudly in glit·ter·y 
Whilst winter cavorts playfully...

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but in mind of eye butterfly cavorts and dies,
in another grub she does resort,
returns again her time is short,
so beautiful is the why,
she is part of the changing tapestry,
of the one creators eye.

thank you Baby lou

Don...

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In the Land O' Scots nigh auld Iverness,

   Cavorts a lass named Nessie in Loch Ness!

      Is this sly dragon fer real,

         Er jes' an overgrown eel?

            We'll never know fer sure is my guess!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved...

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To craft a poem short,
one that cavorts,
holds court,
exhorts,
perhaps retorts
of sort
and not resort
to ***ort:
a sport
that does comport
in support
of a certain forte.


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H/T to Maurice Rigoler's The Art of the Short Poem...

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A fretful humble day murmurs, thoughtfully 
Midnight dives, harvest sun cavorts
With a delicate stirring through the weeds 
Squirming in rusted quality 

O' cold fall moves fiercely 
In shades of blood red in the fog 
The afore-winter moon pillars tauntingly
Whilst daylight beams the dance floor with accolades...

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sewn too tight, breakage;
it's all right. lasting faster,
inflicting disaster, salvage that self.
singularity resuscitated,
engulfs, laps up habit. 
havoc cavorts amongst the 
lords, constricts, maneuvers
through chords, sits betwixt
teeth & tongue. it is such, which,
among pauses in sight, will touch &
drip bits of light over wounds, to 
wash away intention....

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This season spoils with orchestral splendor 
A cloud beams in irrepresible render
Spreading opulently past the stars
And raindrops fall from the sky jars

A crying ladybird groans tearfully 
Quailing with blackened fury
And hoping determinedly in delightful twists
As winter-end cavorts playfully in chilly mists

At the point, when the cool is gone, evermore
And skies do not dim anymore
Awaken me with the cries of feathered friends
When the warm twist blows toward me ascends...

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