Short Dutifully Poems
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Queen madame praying mantis dressed beautifully
after she eats her mates' heads off dutifully.
some have claimed that she acts snootily.
But I really like my queen who gasses out quite tootily.
Sticking to a healthy liquid diet,
I dutifully take grandpa's advice
Eight goblets of brandy for night's riot :
Be careful, he laughs, " migraine is the price!"
Deborah Guenther Beachboard's Epigram Contest
4/12/2018
Having Faith
Written: by Tom Wright
8-15-2016
All matters must begin with a single step,
And often our uncertainty holds us back.
Even in our thoughts we may dutifully prep,
Lack of faith curtails our ability to attack.
Winter morning, darkness clings with angelic might
Its moonlight respendently glows
Guiding wayward travellers safely home
Sunlight, rested, ready, Its brethren orb weary
Hands dutifully the baton
Solar strength summoned, bringing comfort home
DEPARTING RETICENCE-:-
dutifully
follows
impressioned
earthly
contrasts
with INTANGIBLE ATMOSPHERES
sophisticated
textual
approached
confident
virtuosity
to CREATE PEACE&QUIET
envisage
abiding
autonomous
enlivened
highlights
Flavor guzzles an atmosphere
of cinnamon-dusted coffee.
Don’t worry there is plenty here,
a mug for you and one for me.
Sip slow but I will drink quickly
lest it vanish without a taste.
Spicy sticks languish dutifully
as our buzz is expertly laced.
Bade Mother Nature at the dawn
Bring forth the trees, grow tall, grow tall
Beneath them lay a gentle fawn
Being sheltered, waits for night to fall.
They will dutifully face their fate
Anxious, they can only watch and wait
Always finding danger on their way
As the sun rises on a new day.
cuckoo bystander
hippies hound
desecrate passing
shrewdly badmouth
siegfried bobcat
wake european
spirits enlisting
the globally
fortuitousness by
reading rhythmic
confrontation dutifully
fluster fission
spat and
unite your
sourness unlearned
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)
Dutifully I sit at my dusty desk at dusk
Make magic from the musty mess I must
Fingers fidgeting fighting flight
Thoughts thinking a thousand thoughtless things
Suddenly something sublime sounds
Verily visions of verse vacillate
Jabbering joyously jaunty jumbled jargon
Sabotaging something so salacious
(In Memory of the late, Pastor Milton Moore)
A Mighty Warrior, was he
Moving Us, all, through his Ministry
Being devoted to the cause, as he could be
Going about, passing along the Word, most dutifully
Just to save the Souls of You and Me
So, that We, the kingdom of Heaven, would One day, see
When We, from this toubled World, are forced to flee
In a bazaar
spectacular
bizarre
jar
I bought. Strange triangular
cork. Popped. Vapor.
Powerful
Genie named Tatar.
I will dutifully
Fulfill
Your wishes. I am accessible
between the hours of nine am to five pm this isn't
flexible
or changeable.
In a masterful
forcible
voice I said Go to you room until I figure out if
your the incredible.
Storms come
Tapper to showers
Calm returns
Earth making ready
For flowers
Sun reclaiming the sky
Rainbow~ prize-ribbon
Meadows gleaming
Bees tripping dutifully, busy
Matchmakers, introducing bloom
To bloom
Birds pairing, making nests
Brides and grooms, greeting guests
The valley quite a festive sight
Nature’s fond formal of Spring….
origami
stillness pervaded
the ancient paper home
not even the rill that
dutifully crossed the small
garden dared to break the
meditative silence.
a controlled swish
of heavy white paper
whispered through the
open doors and rested
on the water lilies
folded like his paper creatures
the aged man sat unmoving
except for his waltzing fingers.
Ancient graying wood of
Canted posts
Swaying yellow grasses
Dance across
Rusty flaking barbed wire
Containing no more
Than a fading image
Of flicking horse tails
And stomping hooves
Still dutifully clasped
Connecting the rotting rails
A single coil of braided metal
Holds fast to the
Gate
Which now swings only shadows
Across a dying field
Forgotten
Good Friday
Dr. James E. Martin
©April, 2014
God’s Son came to earth’s abode
On Calvary He shed His blood.
Once the Sacrifice was complete
Death He’d have to defeat.
For man His life He gave.
Resolved that sinners He’d save.
Ideally was God’s plan displayed,
Dutifully the Son obeyed.
Anguish and pain He would endure
Yet victory He’d lovingly procure.
two-legged ants dart
around & through
a holographic city
overcome by
an illusion of order
overwhelmed by
a terrestrial constellation
under cacophonous con(de)struction
six-legged ants dutifully
transport breadcrumbs to tiny
chasms in the mottled dirt
where cool dark silence
briefly mollifies
a holographic planet
under careless (de)construction
Daring Detectives delight me
Dreaming dastardly dilemmas
Deliberating discerning dialogues
Discovering delectable dramas
Diligently dissecting diaries
Dutifully documenting details
Discreetly digging
Dutifully dialoguing
Dividing distressed details
During division of documents
Dendrites dancing delightfully
As I decipher dynamics of dramas
Depicted by distinguished detectives
The sun sets in tranquility and surrendered silence,
Majestic in all its beauty and magnificence.
The moon comes dutifully ushering the ebony gray,
Unfolding the usual repose of a departing short day.
Like this end we shall leave our life as those of us before
We find only sea waves are faithful... they return to the shore.
All Rights Reserved ~~ Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~05.19.14
the chirping
the peeping
the warm summer day
brings me back to life
in almost every way
I dutifully ignore my soreness
a robin in flight
frantic hummingbird
quickest moves ever
a twitter and a cheep
sail through the trees
on this warm summer day
butterflies welcome me
back to my garden
my senses on high alert,
noticing everything
I am starting to find
my way back to myself.
My pen glides across the paper
Like a hardy person doing a caper
The gel dribbles out so nicely
Each word done so precisely
The ink sparkles beautifully
My writing done dutifully
I just can't help this rhyme
It drips out of my pen like slime
My pen fly down the empty sheet
Never accepting defeat
More and more it writes away
Not taking a single rest day
I just can't stop my pen
So, here we go again...
may i take my time?
parasite said, slithering thru
i knew i should've known-
purposely dead-
& all you could see was red?
parasite hungry, needs
to be fed- no wonder
mother made it
(sedated)
in a world she had created
dutifully she made it
good golden glory-
penetrated, hesitated, then,
you mean to tell me,
meditated?
parched parasite, thirsty
pouting- shadows
crowding behind the light
bright enough to
blind
Michael Scott
A well-meaning manager who enjoyed a lot
On peers and employees to crack jokes
For racial bias shown exit door, left fellow folks.
Dwight Schrute
His title created by Michael who deemed it cute
For the salesman who dutifully assisted him
And tolerated colleagues’ pranks of whim.
(The Comedy Series : The Office)
October 1, 2021
Rhyme checked on RhymeZone.com
Contest : Clerihew 2
Sponsor : Joseph May
In a stolen moment
of solitude I sit
at the base of my
bookshelf and
surrender to swirling
synaptic symphonies of
Solzhenitsyn
In yet another
purloined pause
I pensively peruse
Poe’s pedantically
petrifying ponderings
I desperately desire
a day to dutifully
devour Dickinson’s
dreamy dirges
Alas
my children call
and I must leave
my literary wonderland
all is not lost
for bedtime is near
and Dr. Seuss awaits
Purity may well lie deep inside the promising cup, but there are those
Evasive and pervasive evils that dutifully lie cleverly to lurk and deceive.
Advocates of forgiveness and goodwill must be quick to rise in opposition.
Curtailing and containing disrupters of 'the peace' are the goals we must seek.
Essentially, the truth remains that we are sorely needful of The Prince of Peace.
030722PSCtest, World Peace. Robert James Liguori
An intermittent sound
Alerted my inner ear
Spurring me into wakefulness
As my name formed crystal clear
Theresa, Theresa, Theresa.
Repeatedly in tune
Urging my reaction
One morning in early June
I awoke to hear chirruping
So insistent in bird refrain
Guarding it's perch dutifully
To arouse me was it's aim
My curtains threaded sunlight
Heralding life anew
Another day thus realised
As away my messenger flew.