Short Fidget Poems

Fidget, the midget
     paid Bridget a visit ~
       Soon his digit was rigid...

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Kids peer in the room like it's a spook-house
   They fidget with their supplies
      ~ Is the new teacher mean...

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There was a girl named Bridget
who fell in love with a midget.
They got along fine
'cept at loving time
the best he could do was fidget....

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One dollar buys a million dollar dream.
Lotteries excite thoughts of esteem.
One day I bought a ticket,
My angst began to fidget.
Until I screamed; then went to redeem!...

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Trump Tried To Fidget

Around Trump always tried to fidget,
While he even made fun of a midget;
Took a gamble;
Destroyed preamble;
Intelligence seemed to be single digit.

Jim Horn...

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Begging on the street is an occupation
Need food to increase one's blood circulation
Otherwise, we stumble
Fidget and fumble
Eating isn't only pleasurable but a strict obligation...

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There was an old virgin named Gidgett.
Always thinking of sex made her fidget.
Tho never deflowered;
no need of cold showers.
Satisfaction came via her digits!!



I finally get the bawdy thing!.. :-)...

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with clammy hands deep
in shallow side pockets,

his absent-minded fingers
very consciously fidget

at the feel of cold car keys
and crumpled tickets,

yes, he's now going places
in this sharkskin jacket !...

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 casting winds forging
blistering bitter colds breathe
winter’s whispering
~
falling flakes of snow
fidget drops of whiten dust
snow storm rains on us


1/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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TALE OF A TAIL


Had a cat, name was Brigitte,
Always with her tail would fidget:
How to stop her moving digit?
Tie it? Hitch it? Maybe stitch it?
Maybe someday lock-in-fridge  it?
Or in frozen river pitch it?
Then Brigitte’s frigid digit’s rigid....

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I've never sat so long and contemplated
I start to fidget and get irritated
I have plenty to do that I find dreary
And just the thought of this makes me tired and weary
I must get moving although it's something I dread
Because I can feel my posterior beginning to spread...

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yon brown covering
painted on the cold golden 
grounds splashed in hue form
~
tangle tan, golden 
browns domain winds now engulf
whispering gentle
~
silent screams buffers
embraced cold couples rap up
in hue form fidget

1/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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Sunday night's designed for despair
  The dreaded work-week looms in the air

Fidget around for an hour or two
  Can't fall asleep, but nothing to do

Nothing on the telly, or in the fridge to cook
  Flip thru Facebook? -- Not worth a look...

Already 1:00 a.m.; feverish, my brain
  Counting fellow-sheep on insomnia's train...

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How could Bridget
Watching A midget
On one hand denied a digit
Continue to fidget?

Why would A paranoid,
Last year, with a fibroid,
Often getting her annoyed,
Now turn schizoid?

When do angles become trapezoid
And mind of soundness void?

How, why and when?
For I want Bridget ‘Now’
Taken back to ‘Then’…
Medically, right now?...

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A piddle of puppies, a pimp of johns,
A flood of plumbers, and a regatta of swans.

A charm of finches, a wriggle of sperms,
A sleaze of lawyers, and a sneeze of germs.

a gam of showgirls, a basket of buns,
a shrug of mechanics, and a groan of puns.

A fidget of boy scouts, a gross of farts,
A sulk of teens, and a valentine of hearts....

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The Agony of de feet

When I am afoot I fear for the fact
That my didgets will fidget
And I must react
My corns are like thorns
When the pressure is great
The bunion’s no funion 
My toenails ingrown
With all this pain I can loudlly state
I must buy large shoes
 To give me some space 
to rid me of this winged tip fate

Ralph SergI ©
October 23, 2018...

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Eye contact is
grey and clear.
I don't hear
screaming...
then
two small children
fidget
and speak in
fortifying walls...
and then
my lips are parched
and I can't swallow.
I marvel at them,
like two white doves
waiting to take flight.
I tilt my head 
to see
flesh 
and bone
and ash.

2/21/2021
Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 9...

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My mind is experiencing a fastidious flatulence; slightly fiendish, and not for the
finicky or fainthearted. 
I fidget amidst it's fanatical far-fetched farce yet stand fearless, watching it's face
flounder in a foolhardy feeble-minded foible. 
With fervor I say farewell forever to it's festering, feverish fetish, as it's frantic
fiasco foams, flails and finally fails.

http://lovestruehome.com/...

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the truth lies within me
and yet I know not why
I fidget and I fumble
fall to My knees and cry

skeletons clamor and stumble
over My demise
wicked vexed undaunted
last roll of the die

ire tears sear through Me
lips curse a weighted sigh
stripped illusions rape
My dreamless, ebony sky

on shattered bent knee
I succumb to Him on High
fragile diamond, jealous rose
on bruised thorns I lie...

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Comfort Me Oh Black Shamballa

For all the 'ninth nights' I can't attend
Let me moan, caress you, cry and mend
Friends, colleagues gone that way
Funerals converge same same day
 
Too many murders too many cancers
Hearts give out and brains can't answer
Comfort me oh black shamballa
'Llow me to fidget while I twist 'n holla
 
Sweet flight Calm seas Men of honour
We'll meet again in fair land up yonder....

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Speak! Speak, madcap!
Why do you fidget and laugh to yourself
as you scribble madness on tiny yellow sheets?
But a week ago you laughed with others!
But a week ago you talked with others!
But a week ago you looked at others!
Though I know I am the reason for your pain
have compassion! Please shield
your radiating blackness from the world!
Oh, from across the room I can feel it!
The Void is not something to share!...

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Whats wrong with our world now a days
every girl wants love
no boy wants to stay
all these little kids and there parents are
gone
all in a world were nobody does right we all do
wrong
we all make mistakes
no one wants to admit it
we all want to fight
we all want to fidget
schools don't teach kids 
about growing up
they sit them in chairs
and yell shut up!
Life is a game
some don't want to play
no one wants rules we all dis obey....

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My brother reprobator and oedipus.
Nimble selictor, nisus impersonale muss.
Improvidence, goggle eyed or irrational,
Instigate inane dowdy, kinsfolk isolate fuss.
Paramour or inamorato objurgate carlish,
Impune contrivance, obfuscate gobble tush.
A partner inauspicious or inartificial indigent,
Not same as before lumber or lurcher hiss.
Irremissible offence fidget formidable lead,
My parents exaggerate emotions I ever miss....

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Slate clouds stretch low
over urban rooftops,
sun’s hopeful warmth
vanquished:

	man with a limp
	pauses.
	his weary eyes,
	wary,
	survey that sky,
	grimy gangling
	fingers
	fidget
	buttons,
	wind biting through
	plaid jacket’s
	worn fabric;
	on, he hobbles
	behind
	shopping cart,
	cluttered and dull,
	left front wheel
	shimmying,

sere, dun leaves
and discarded wrappers
tumble, rustle
alongside
in the gutter....

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The touch of your hands
the smile on your face
The day you looked into my eyes
filled this empty space
My voice can't say it loud enough
my words don't make it true
Every moment from that day
my love has grown for you
I like the way you make me laugh
and fidget all the time
The way you care for everyone
I'm lucky that your mine
Your body fits me perfectly
the love within each beat
The life we build with every day
makes my world complete...

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