Short Dabbles Poems

a mallard dabbles
and upends itself to catch
       fish underwater


Date witten: 01/04/2020...

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Delightfully funny personage.
Effervescent attitude.
Immense vocabulary.
Dabbles in the different.
Radical randiness.
Alluring mind....

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A harsh mistress to face each night

reality dabbles in pain.

                 And at the very edge of fright...

you enter the Devil’s domain....

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fall
is spring
in reverse
green leaves, bud bursts,
shrivel to brown, red,
tumble down and crumble

making pastel collage
dabbles of purple
orange, yellow
scattered in
lovely
daubs...

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Why should I 
Worry about, if 
My quill dabbles 

In musing 
When only 
The aging brain speaks?

Why should I 
Slave ole self whining 
Or give a fig

For what others say?
Ahh, let them 
Spill what they may!

I 
Only be
In silent gaze,

‘Cos...
Here I muse,
Here I live, bravely!...

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A man who enjoyed writing code
once took a wrong turn down a road.
Forsaking recursion,
he took an excursion,
now dabbles in sonnets and odes.

His java is still close at hand,
but now it is black and smells grand.
Who needs a compiler?
Just hike a two-miler;
the bugs are all out on the land.
...

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He dabbles in this, dips his toes in that
Dithering with daubs, splattering dollops and spatters
Dilly-dallying, loitering lazily lackadaisical
Unable or unwilling to commit.
Half-hearted efforts lie half-baked, unfinished
Laying listless, languidly lolling and littering.
It's so annoying to see time wasted and fortuity fraught
But what can anyone watching do?...

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Nature's an awe-inspiring sprite;
as my muse; She inspires my art.
And imbues every word I write
with truths; She unveils to my heart.
A vital link;
She spills my ink.

In Nature, my pen starts to write;
scribbling how Gaia got Her start.
Fueling fledgling thoughts in flight,
Nature dabbles in abstract art.
She need not talk;
and heeds no clock....

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Light
reflects
Autumn's ink
on smooth waters,
an image stirred by a passing canoe.

An image stirred by a passing canoe
on smooth waters,
Autumn's ink
reflects
light.

Fall
dabbles
red pigment
strewn all about,
as Autumn arrives and Summer departs.

As Autumn arrives and Summer departs,
strewn all about
red pigment
dabbles
Fall....

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if i should live to be one-hundred 
i still shall not forget 
the love that lives deep inside of me 
the one that never quits 

i found a touch of heaven 
in the brush of his finger tips 
there was magic in the soft words 
he whispered with tender lips 

to a woman love is everything 
she puts her whole heart in it 
and even when all hope is gone 
her mind still dabbles in it...

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*Image of Human Wake Up Light by Pixabay.

The Eternals Wake

Afterlifer's believes consciousness dabbles, effecting furtherance,
gainsayers, henceforth, interjects jocularity,
knowledgeable limits mortality nonbeing ... obliviates predominating, quasistationary,
relinquishes significance tasked ultrafamiliar,
vaticinators wanderings xenial,
yearning zen.

2021 October 18...

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