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