Short Dollops Poems
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Poetry for breakfast
Delivered with dollops of metaphors
Coated with delightful snippets of fun
Rolled in a skillet of imagery
My eyes dance with delight
As I read the words of my internet friends
Bringing poetry to life
Grand Canyon had never seen such a cloud.
once-in-a-lifetime kind of whiteness
dollops of whipped cream
topping like no other
before or since
the rain was gentle, like a kiss
I marveled that I was there
To see this rain cloud in person
No photo could have captured it.
As infrequent a visitor
hayrides through haunted woods are
to the segregate’s prison of elm and oak
is the sliver of Ray-ban hope
I used to count on
for steady supplies of vegetation
on my salad plate,
overgrown now with yellow seed
blossoming dollops of strawberry preservative.
raspberry pink sky
flat-topped mountain ridge beneath. . . .
chocolate crust pie
clouds coalescing
trimming twilight’s slice of sky. . . .
dollops of whipped cream
For Brian Strand's
SIXES AND SEVENS any form/any theme
only single six or seven line poems Poetry Contest
She was a rather bland woman
Dowdy, dressed in tans and browns
She did not share any history
I did not know any of her towns
She brought pumpernickel bread to work
And shared it with me, along with butter.
I did not care if she did not speak anymore.
It was fabulous with dollops of peanut butter.
You come to me each morning
To awaken me from my refreshed sleep
I watch you as you bubble away in the kettle
Looking towards the excitement of a new day
Your color changing from golden to mahagony
I wait to see you turn just right for my taste
Two dollops of sugar and a jar of milk
My morning’s romantic escapade
ghoulish woman popped her head out of the lily pond
there were screams from those who had not sensed her
being part Dracula and part ghoul, I knew the macabre was about
another scream;
I noticed what she was holding
a fleshed-off skull, human,
my werewolf side could smell last dollops of blood
I wanted to taste it now
I wear colors in my clothing and in my purse
turquoise, red, yellow, green
purple, orange, silver, black and white
no idea why there is black or white
the designer must have thought this material needed them
there are dollops of white and streaks of black
they do add a bit of pizazz against the colors
two different designers surely could not be wrong
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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?
Red, yellow, orange,
brown and green
spilling across acres;
fresh dollops of paint on a canvas
textured with red fox, grey squirrels,
colored footprints, dot the sky.
Laughing clouds in cherubic-grin,
listen to the humming winds
as they celebrate,
autumn ecstasy...
a nature-collage.
No need to hang this one on the wall,
just walk in.
Snow fell in dollops, in kite like laziness
too wet to stay white except in the margins.
The contrary air kisses each flake
melting each heart of ice.
Bittersweet the temperature falls.
Teardrops cling to greedy braches
reminiscent of hand stitched jewels
on a queen's gown.
The matted margin of lingering grass
crisps like spun sugar
snow flakes on the lash of night.
like a chocolate crust pie
is the flat-topped ridge
of a nearby large mountain
Topping mountain pie
as far as the eye can see . . .
luscious raspberry pink sky
high white coalescing clouds
trim the twilight’s slice of sky . . .
dollops of whipped cream
Dec. 12,2022
For the Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest of Charles Messina
7/5/7, 5/7/7, 7/7/5 (checked by Howmanysyllables.com)
The bottles sat, empty, clean,
timelessly transparent upon the purity
of a chalk walkway;
antiquated memories
of morning milkmen linger.
The hollow hourglass shapes
lacking the grains of time,
reflecting, and refracting lemon light
dollops of cream, buttermilk dreams.
Devon Red herds await
the bottles empty state,
to fill with froth, to zing tin pails,
to drowse to the lilt of a milkmaids’ aire.
Through the windshield,
a splendid view.
Even though moving
along highway lanes
at a rapid pace,
we seemed to advance
in slow motion.
The sky enveloped
us in a cocoon,
folding in on all sides.
Powder puff clouds
dotted a canopy of clear blue,
dollops of whipped cream
on slabs of Jell-O.
In spots, stretched thin,
as though a giant invisible broom
swept through the wispy puffs
and smeared frosting
on a Kool-aid cake.
From the pitch-blackness of the night
city lights glow like yellow stars
gorging dollops of dark matter
from an artificial universe.
Where luminescence disappears
then reappears differently
in magnitude and location
Each having their own tales to tell
both real and imaginary.
Dawn arrives and they fade from view
their nightly relevance worthless
in a world of bright beginnings
until diurnal hours wind down
and their brilliance shine once again.
Do not let any gossip get on you!
Do not chew gossip pieces like a cashew
or cause your true mood to lift or subdue!
Please do not pursue a friendly gossip review
from others who cannot add or subtract one clue
to avoid a stressed fight or flight gossip miscue.
Gossip trash is someone's self-dramatic mildew -
their dollops of traumatic vomit, toxic stew.
Rise above all false and farce words construe
for such slurs are source glued, not screwed to you!