Short Dabbing Poems
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Where are all those followers now~
Deep inside those freedom walls
And how those in war so falls~
Dabbing the foreheads, off sweats so ahh!!
Soldiers
Call...
3/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
Tears jerking, winter blue sounding
grieved mind crashing, wintry breeze dabbing
death horns calling, pink lips screaming
dark eyes bleeding, heart stick cracking
tragic hours loitering, disheartening believe dismissing
quenching all neurosis, victory sounds crazy.
He asked me to kiss him today like he usually did….
Dabbing my back like an impatient kid needing the loo
I tiredly turned slowly to his usually soft forehead kiss….
… but today his lips tasted like mistrust.
The kind layered in smirks of betrayal
Mucus sounds and other disgusting visuals
for his twisted amusement...
YAWNS
Yonder valley of stone
Yellow yawns wonder
Seemingly yelling
In open mouth drawls
Rain or streams
I do not know
Blowing nose, dabbing eyes
Taking warm sips of tarpit
Toothpick splinters barely hold
Open misty window shades
Eventually snapping shut
Locked like crocodile jaws
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
Dabbing cologne on my body
I smell him enter the room.
The night lights shut off
and his thought becomes
the shadows that move.
His hand guides mine
and I feel his warm touch
returning to me once more
in the darkness to love me.
I call to him softly
and he answers I am here,
his breath felt as I exhale.
This is the secret I share,
my love dwells in silence.
With gentle hushed whispers
autumn paints umber hues
dabbing silvery mist
ochre autumnal shades
embrace misty mornings
a grandeur of nature
Placed second
SOME KIND OF MISTY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Date: July 6, 2025
with smiles dabbing colors of sunrise
we chiseled a sculpture in our hearts
addictive pleasure of our teasing flirts
we thought we would never drift apart.
a crystal wine cup,.. clutched too hard,
bleeding cuts,..in pieces...broken glass.
a silent whisper, "please come back".
an echo came back,..too faint.. alas!
Dated 16th May 2019
Sponsor Maureen McGreavy
Contest Name: Dial It Back
The old oak tree.
So happy I wrote: Lovely!
“Let us hear the bluebell call,
the daffodil pray,
the apple blossom bear witness.”
I hip hip hurrah’d this paradigmatic poem.
I read it a few minutes ago and thought aww…
how do I comment now, so Harry will see.
So glad I had read this in the past,
before our dear Harry passed. Suddenly,
I hear one solitary and full-fledged chirp outside.
Has Harry stopped by?
Dabbing an eye.
the streets
like a mirror topped
frozen river
reflecting light
of the winter sunrise
night withdraws
reluctantly
dabbing windows
and roof tops
with its frost
paint brush
as it goes
in the zero hours
the streets
are vacant save
for the sole
delivery man
lights begin to go
on in apartments
after alarms
the hive stirs
and awakens
an hour later
reflection is lost
to the buzz
of busyness
The wind whispers gentle obscenities with it's icy breath...
Assurances that I am truly alone...
I stumble and fall on the hard concrete...
The true fallacy is home...
Walking aimlessly into the night...
I focus on all that I've lost...
I jot down random words..
Rhyming at any cost...
The song in my head is slightly off key...
Still dabbing the blood from my injured knee...
I'm always making it all about me...
I rot in this prison yet I am free...
BEQUEATHED BONNIE SQUARE
a lacy handkerchief
embroidered with a hummingbird,
a nectar-sweet trellis, to sponge
the waterworks - the trickle
of misty eyes,
the honey-suckled creek
that runs over wrinkled
logs and leafy plum-cheeks.
delicate hands lift
the dapper doily —
pat-a-pat dabbing.
a tattered smile forms
at the base of the cliffs.
6/30/2019
she was on the right hand side,,
i greeted her once
i called her a Madam,
she agreed once,
ouch once upon a time,i greeted her by a Madam once.
it'would be different story if i did pounce to her
it would be less than an ounce
it 'd been a natio-wild
in her biology.
a Madam
dabbing my fingers on a table,
Bonjour Madam
a cog Madam.
the computer screen if facing me,
the poetry competition, write anything about Madam,
i greeted a woman by calling her a Madam.