Short Dotting Poems
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Karen is an
Artistic person
Ready to spread words
Evenly across empty paper
Neatly crossing her t's and dotting her i's
you or top
of the rock
i love your hair lock
tho your from the block
you gain class will last
my eyes or dotting
you are a
HOTTIE
Tree, fills my window
Red, dotting its massive green
Soon, it will glory
Rioting colours in all hues
Until, it's stark, bare and brown
Light tropic breezes
carry colorful balloons
across taro fields
While ancient homesteads
dotting the quiet landscape
stand frozen in time
Written on 5/24/2015
Haiku
sun rays chiseling
hieroglyphs reflections
on lake ice blanket
raindrops dotting lake
with circular rippling mist
shadowing mirror
geese flight arrival
liquid lake serenity
parted by curved waves
Some writers sit in front of a typewriter
I sit in front of a notebook
when the urge hits i caress the words
on paper dotting i's and crossing t's
everything comes together in a beautiful
poem that captures a readers eye
An onyx ink impression
spirals in unique form,
from the dizzying loops
etched in soft flesh--
where furrows weave
like trenches in the earth,
dotting the surface
with ridges and islands
that protrude in
evidential patterns.
When I was a child I thought as a child, reasoned as a child, spoke
As that a child; but when I became a man, I left childish things behind....
Too many 'I's,' we find; tis not my thing this me inside, these eyes ? Mirrors
...."In Progress." *
Form:
Drip, drip, drip—
The rain falls,
Dotting the pavement
With an abstract design.
Buckets of water
Pour from the heavens,
Soaking the waiting grass
And quenching the thirsty earth.
Spit, spat, spit, spat—
The clouds offer
One final farewell
Before falling silent once again.
Hiding the veil of moon light
Amber gold sun's rays
*** burst***
Bringing the arc of a new dawn
Glistening white snow
****reflects***
Like sparkling diamonds
Dotting the landscape
***shining***
Open skies above
Not a cloud in the sky
***footprints***
Imprinted a pathway
on jewel coated snow.
Patio furniture dotting the curvature of Gaia's voluptuous breast
She smiles as it rusts while we war and we fuss
Clambering for what trinkets are left
She hums, coos and sings with each moment she brings
Selected from a chaotic choir
When she misses a beat
We all squirm in our seats
Vicariously feeding the fire
Now that we've solved the mystery
of dotting the i and crossing the t
Whatever happened to dotting the j
and crossing the f -- frankly
And as long as we've come this far
here's a 'hardy-har-har:'
If x is for xylophone
and z is for zoo
Then ILY still says I Love You
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How trivial it seems
the self-imposed stress
of lofty standards
crossing t’s and dotting i’s
in hindsight meaningless
The constant judging
feeling responsible for
the world to be just right
and things just so
Trying now to ask for help
or just be satisfied with less
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
The crescent moon lent a possessive tinge
to the stratified silhouettes of the wounded Winter sky.
The sliver of silver provided the single, solitary, punctuation
to an otherwise dreary evening.
Soot colored vegetation covered the horizon
As dwelling lights flicked on
dotting the vista like fire flies in night.
Rain dotting puddles on the wet ground
Searching for answers never to be found
Hoping to find truth up above
When the world shows no love
The only way to relate
Is to succumb to the same hate
Knowing it's all apart of the illusion
Finding myself stuck in seclusion
Wanting to see me full of rage
Finally this bird escaped the cage
I miss him
Yes I miss him
I miss his tenderness and fondness
I miss his gentle composure and his masculine aura
I miss his constant dotting and his unweaving affection
I miss his delightful laughter and his child-like smiles
I miss his fierce passion and his amorous moan
I miss him
With evey ounce and pounce of my soul
I miss him
And with all my heart I will miss him
you are in my heart
you're dotting every i
you're in every thought
that crosses across my mind
you're there in my hopes
and on the end of my line
when my cellphone beeps
it's you every time
as I pin each dream
on each little star
each time I turn around
right there you always are
no rain on the horizon
just skies of purest blue
each dream in my heart
is all because of you
Caught amid this whirlwind
Which arrived so very quickly
Rushing skies and swirling tides
A lifetime dotting about
Lonely streets ?
Running from door unto door
In search of love's heart...
Silhouettes aneath lamp post
Smoke coloured lights; white fangs
Waking up one day, a noteful claim
Rose parades; left upon bended knee
Where blood did flow, atop crystal ware...
Her beauty; lingering now, a shooting star.
Form:
Caught amid this whirlwind
Which arrived so very quickly
Rushing skies and swirling tides
A lifetime dotting about
Lonely streets ?
Running from door unto door
In search of love's heart...
Silhouettes aneath lamp post
Smoke coloured lights; white fangs
Waking up one day, a noteful claim
Rose parades; left upon bended knee
Where blood did flow, atop crystal ware...
Her beauty; lingering now, a shooting star.
Form:
The madness of the fog
Belittles the woman’s rose
She is standing in drizzle
Raging from sadness to insanity
It becomes known her loss
Leaving the lights in fear
Shadows play in darkness
Still the rain downpours
She stands in mockery
Wet, cold, and unbridled
Her solitary loneliness
Peaks by the fogged lamps
That radiate outside
Dotting the poor landscape
Of her dire escape
Russell Sivey
Caught amid this whirlwind
Which arrived so very quickly
Rushing skies and swirling tides
A lifetime dotting about
Lonely streets ?
Running from door unto door
In search of love's heart...
Silhouettes aneath lamp post
Smoke coloured lights; white fangs
Waking up one day, a noteful claim
Rose parades; left upon bended knee
Where blood did flow, atop crystal ware...
Her beauty; lingering now, a shooting star.
I awoke
Wondering
Why do they pick up the trash so early
Why can’t someone invent a quiet trash barrel
Why is my pulse pounding in my ears
How many angels can sit on the head of a pin
And why would they sit there
How much is too much
How many is too many
Are poets frustrated orators
Denied a stage
Untidy painters
Dotting the page with words
The long extinct Paper Boy
Shouting
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Caught amid this whirlwind
Which arrived so very quickly
Rushing skies and swirling tides
A lifetime dotting about
Lonely streets ?
Running from door unto door
In search of love's heart...
Silhouettes aneath lamp post
Smoke coloured lights; white fangs
Waking up one day, a noteful claim
Rose parades; left upon bended knee
Where blood did flow, atop crystal ware...
Her beauty; lingering now, time's shooting star.
Form:
Daisies dotting the meadow sea
One as pretty as the next
Modest not pretentious
Proud but never arrogant
As guileless and demure
As the younger sibling
Of the pretty sister
Who has nothing to prove
No vanity No pomp
Never looked in a mirror to ask
Who is the fairest of them all
Your radiance makes me smile
You spread your joy like
Marmalade on warm toast
Always bright and sweet
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
A dull soothing drizzle tickles her skin.
Her scheduled smile failed to arrive.
Dotting the green sea, rhythm and sighs.
Bead after bead she prays:
" Oh Mother, Oh Father.
What shall I do?
My heart fails, the tears fall,
but I do so love you"
Belting chimes, trammels unmoved.
Cursing whipping winds paint the horizon.
Lips caressing each word.
Wading through memories, mist and confusion.
Paletted dress, she sits and says, amen.