Short Fiddle With Poems

Breezing along currents, a whispering tree,
while playing fiddle with nature's wisps on the
ends of harboring lucidity, behold,
land's greatest remained.

9.20.2015...

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Straight from the heart I sling 'em
Right from the gut, I bring 'em
   Why fiddle with metaphor or meter
   I actually stir the heart of the reader  


        March 04, 2019
Entry in "I am a winner" contest
      Sponsor: Bobby May...

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Terry Lad a fiddle player
plucked his fiddle with his bow
And whenever he raised again
the cats would lull endure.

They followed him good and gay
that wasn't very cool.
It made the stray dogs prolonged a bay
to hear the fiddler play.

5/10/2023

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I could not
Recognize his voice,
When I made this choice,
To sell my soul to the devil
I suppose, he wears the right clothes
We met underneath the Tallahassee Bridge
He plays a mean red fiddle, with a whiskey smile
With an Irish Jig, we dance down this road of life and death...

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More can’t piddle with their piddler
Nor can fiddle with their fiddler
Age removes more than a little
Rage just leads to the hospital

Life gives us many fits and starts
Strife’s left once we lose bits and parts
If there’s less poke in your poker
Riff out some jokes from your joker


For the 8x8x8x8 contest...

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fiddling with my
violin i can also
fiddle with my
viola in an
almost spastic
stance with head and

chin in an almost
accident rubbernecking
the accident which
has not not
only yet to

begin but will
happen
forgetting to
rosen my bow
now knowing

what the
screeching
of tires sounds
like played in
B flat major...

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Voices yelling my joy they are selling pain begins dwelling deep in my heart I cry and I weep my face like a storm every day comes with rain am I even sane I wish to travel to a happier place but yet I face an awful place called real life you would think it was nice it’s not a little so I'll fiddle with a fidget feeling fear and im still here 
...

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I sit on your garbage can and fiddle with a knob
Your back door shakes a bit, I search for a corn cob
Smash goes the lid to your aluminum garbage can
I am the man, I think now, I am the man!
You are in your kitchen, terrified to see that knob
Slowly move back and forth; my cousin has the corn cob
Fighting ensues, we slap each other and screech
You call the cops. They send out Officer Leech....

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You Do It to Me
By M. Griswold
04142020

Fiddle with me, oh lovely tender.
Fondle me so gently to render.

Touch me where I desire to be risen.
Tempt me so to heighten my mizzen.

Tease me to fulfill our love's potential
Caress me for my heart's beat essential.

Hold me close for full affirmation.
Softly kiss me within true conviction.

Love me long for our life's true measure.
Fulfill us so with love's passion pleasure....

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Ev’ry morning, just past six,
And ev’ry afternoon,
Grandpa left the house to milk
The cow who leaped the moon.

Right beside the barn door he
Would stop and tip the pail,
Mealtime for the cat who played
The fiddle with her tail.

Tippy gazed with soulful eyes,
As farm dogs often will.
Her dinner dish replenished,
Pa’s load now lighter still.

Passing Grandma on the porch
The bucket caught her eye.
She queried, with a knowing grin,
“What happened…cow go dry?”...

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