Short Dawdling Poems

Strutting, 
young felines
on stage.

Dawdling 
man, awaken 
by heat 
of their prowling lips....

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gentle breeze caressed
the desolated spirit
dawdling in the night 














3-25-2016...

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Like steam I float and drift, aimlessly
dripping like warm bottled water
spilt onto a floor, leaving the lazy
footprints of a dawdling daughter....

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Inside the aquarium there were plenty of fish in the sea 
dawdling about mouth agape eating and looking at me 
While I stood on a step nose against the glass I did see 
red orange flecks of beauty, swimming sleek and free...

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THE FALL OF THE EMPIRE



The empire of the empyrean
Is swallowing up the remains of our day
While we rebuild our empty sandcastle walls

And outrun the swiftest  skylark
In a plunge to the gates already closing out
The dawdling dwindling light....

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(preferably read in a Boston accent)

When pesky problems piss you off
At no one in particular,
Or bleeping blockheads boil your blood
To rage like old Caligula,
Or dawdling drivers make you mull
Mass homicide, vehicular,
Don’t blame yourself; it’s not your fault;
It’s just your darn amygdala....

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Mad kings are sly devils, 
and like math homework,
they’re hard to get rid of.

Like ex-boyfriends they
waltz the line of patience
with dawdling acknowledgements
and sluggish departures.

You find yourself the airline 
agent, “Sorry sir, your departure 
is booked and ticket printed - 
please proceed to the gate."...

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i set a trap for you
in the beginning
before i knew 
you. i planted poison
in the air i knew you'd 
breathe- waiting in the
shadows i seethe, 
infuriated at your dawdling
at your beautiful lively 
ways. each step taken
towards disaster, i grow
more&more afraid- i want
you (move faster) please
stop, understand that i
am allergic to love....

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Filtering 	
her imprecise vision 
an array of ensign so diverse

Beautiful 
devoid of deception 
each one with its own story to tell

Just for her
they symbolize so much 
the dawdling return of her eyesight 

Suddenly
the shells became her all
confirmation and hope she prayed for


Inspired by Nette’s Parallelogram de crystalline Contest
Written by Wilma Neels


030420121857...

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The early bird, to catch the worm,
Must not allow the slightest germ
Of laziness to intercede
Or else, it will be screwed, indeed.

Though dawdling is quite alluring,
Lateness will prevent procuring
Worms and other just rewards
That being first on scene affords.

We early birds just can’t relate
To those who choose arriving late.
They may miss out and be distraught
Because by then, that worm is caught!...

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dawdling 'neath moonlight
her effulgent eyes expand~
fishermen's tide gauge 


6 April 2022


Black Cat Haiku Poetry  Contest (Premiere)
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
7th Place




Notes:In New England it is said that you can tell the time of day from the size of a cat's pupils. A cat's pupils will be nearly closed at low tide. The pupils will be opened at high tide.(www.poetbay.com)...

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Farewell, Summer welcome azure 

September skies; chasing away 

dry, warm days. Dawdling cool daylight 

sigh, chill autumn sings, gazing eyes 

touch a maze of rhythmic brushstrokes. 

Spoiled frosty air creeps, cloaks a soul 

of perfection in shadowed shade. 

9/9/2019


Poetry Contest : FAREWELL, SUMMER 
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud 

7 lines, 8 syllables per line...

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A funny thing, perception
Up the hill towards twenty-one
The dawdling clock seems never to run
Only its movement belies deception

After twenty-five, an odd exchange
No pace of a sluggish plodder
The downbeat of the tread is hotter
Daunting milestones within range

Now, the fleeting measure races
Seasons trade with reckless flurry
The ticking gallop leaves me blurry
To arrest this sprint, my mind chases...

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A day off.
Totally free
Late Summer clear skies
mind seeking someone to spend it with
Or not
Take a ride down cape
Favorite coffee in sip cap cup
Janis or Marshal Tucker?
Tull or Who?
Backroad dawdling
Scenic route to Nowhere
Maybe even write another song
Or ride the Vineyard ferry
Back and forth
Or mow the greens
and finally play some golf
Salt in the air
Wind in my hair
What do I care 
About most?
I think I'll go buy
A crown roast...

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If time were a slow thing
a snake shedding skins,
a lizard gradually wakening
to its life in the sunlight;
if it were a red bus
dawdling through
congested streets,
or the swish of a cat's tail
just before it pounces,
then we could paint moments,
embellish, or translate
what each instant meant,
build galleries for clocks
but they would not be clocks
they would be faces
in a gallery of self-portraits,
or we could simple shed our layers
under a peeling sun....

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Wind circulates, lifting and flattening
an otherwise, benign, breathless world, 
relying also on deeper, slowly moving
tectonics, belching foully, scattering
seas...effecting change.  Seasons like Sun
rejoice and fold. An occasional comet or 
meteor perhaps a compassionate
God-sent, heaven rethinking the dawdling 
pace of destiny….  Man a defiant offspring,
rejecting patterns seemingly not of his own 
making – good angels know better, dutifully 
soothingly serving....

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Time was when love was very near, lying there in waiting.
In dawdling youth I looked away, with heart and head debating.

The mind grew weary after while, conceding heart had won.
The heart extended welcome, but ‘twas found that love had gone.

A love that is not nourished will simply fade away.
Its steadfastness must be cared for and tended every day.

Improvident the lass or lad who holds love carelessly.
It’s rare the love that can endure rejection endlessly.


Won a 3rd...

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