Short Dwarf Poems
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To be anything more
than what it is
To be anything more
than who you are
To be anything more
than what’s been said
To be anything more
—than anything more
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
Quilted woman’s dwarf man showed off his duds
Some of his co-workers sounded like Elmer Fudds.
They were jealous of his outfit, make no doubt.
Some went home angry, others gave a little pout.
Doing more with less,
I cut out the middle
Doing more with less,
all life from within
Doing more with less,
I qualified nothing
Doing more with less
—Nirvana begins
(The New Room: July, 2021)
Who is that guy? The dinosaur maids asked each other.
He’s the ultimate dwarf eater said one. He is my brother.
They each wanted to take him home to their mother.
But he stayed single, for it was his “druther”.
Is it you?
Not me it is
I am convincing,
It is for you
Someone is watching,
And the expected Moon
Is getting closer in the afternoon!
It is the Dwarf's rejoice
To extend his hand always,
Never to catch, it is not realizable.
Mirror mirror on the wall she wants me so
but I am little and she is white as snow.
In this tale of small things
Horny the 8th dwarf sings
heigh-ho heigh-ho it’s off to twerk we go!
Written: May 2015
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Nova Stella
David J Walker
I walk in the lapse of starlight sent
Before tonight was set
And numbered and named for
Forgotten gods framed
Against a darkened sky
In the distance you can hear
The sounds of the Nova’s lament
The White dwarf tear’s from
Another souls heaven
Its rain has nowhere to fall
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The breed of the rabbit in her photo,
A dwarf lop, to know, I thought you ought to
With a name like Brandy.
I bet he was randy.
Like doing things he should not do.
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Could be a French lop, can't really tell from the photo.
Faerie thought she was blue, but some said she was green.
Her orange faerie wings had a unique shine and sheen.
We like what you are doing with yourself, the dwarf grimmers said.
They were wanting the map information buried deep in her head.
She kept her thoughts to herself, not sharing knowledge with them.
The dwarfs are her friends, and she protects them from the grim.
Elfin forest,
Hiding in Peru,
Waiting for fog drip
Gnarled trunks,
Lichens, ferns, orchids,
Mossy forest's trolls
Intense tree canopy
Keeping shy mountain gorilla's secrets
Holding raindrops hostage
Perpetual fog,
Adding a mystique
of shadowed magic
Tropical delight
Heavily affected by
Global climate changes
Elfin forest,
Lending her mosses
To lead the way
Mushy the dwarf woman lived a stress-free life.
She had berries, acorns, cheeses and no strife.
Her husband introduces her as his fifth wife.
She is a master cook who wields a fine steak knife.
Mushy knew his other wives, the angry four.
They sometimes met her in the grocery store.
They had mean stories about her man and his snore.
She got angry and threw at them a juicy apple core.
Dibble dwarf was not as bright as his clan
He lived by his wits, but they were not so grand
His dendrite highway was tiny and short at best
He sat on a steed that needed a lot of rest
Why is he riding a snail? Asked many of his kin.
Dibble dwarf was in a race, with no chance of a win
He was born with no gray matter, said his sister Kit
Dibble dwarf sat on the snail, not moving a bit.
Bonsai is an art of cultivating miniature potted plants
Away from the natural habitat and normal growth
It's modified to create an art
Its stems are twisted and turned
It's roots are surfaced
They can't stretch far
It's leaves are trimmed
They flourish mostly at the top
An old plant usually looks like a young sapling
And maybe a dwarf
An artificial modification
Appreciated and admired by many
But freedom of the plant is then overlooked
Luckily unlike man, plant has no soul
Philippine dwarf sunflowers
Beautiful, swarming all the way
A walk to go nicely looking
The flower seeds that was cast away
Now scattered blooming without end
Among the rocky greenfield
As far as eyes can see smiling
Noonday hot yellows swayed by the wind
Just beneath my knees kissing my skin
Below my gaze too many suns waving as I passed by
Much more so seen now at flower shop in jars and vases
Adorning all eye to muster passion and beauty
Hoping someone to buy it or leave it.