Short Fitful Poems

The rain is fitful
Branches rustle in the wind
Remembering winter...

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Dreaming sleep leaves flesh,
fathoming our rituals.
There we clamour clear....

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A fitful floozy flirted  flamboyantly.  Her  flamboyant flirting frustrated fickle Fred....

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A macabre dance
with whatever
the subconscious
drags into my dreams
scuttling my already
fitful sleep....

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Blessed slumber, revival of the being nightly repose
Fitful, restless haunting nightmares, staring at the moon and stars
Bag less upright morning never stimulation needed...

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     A new candle flickers and grows
        Yet its flicker is fitful
     Soon it will flicker and fade

        Between its flickers
          its legacy’s made 
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ENERGY

old tree standing bare
fitful workings underneath
grizzly bear asleep

what the earthworm hears
a mighty boiling nether
blue sky    sunshine

level plane
sky    forest asleep
mighty roiling beneath...

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who is this shadow
who haunts my fitful sleep?
who renders me awake at night
and brings my heart to weep...

who is this forsaken
who's exiled from my life? 
who bears bitter memories
creates nothing but strife...

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black sky chill runs to the bone
as I shudder from the pain
fitful sleep in bed alone
a face without a name

a vision soft in morning's light
the memory soon forsaken
the one I want to hold so tight
is gone when I awaken....

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For what is pride but an ego's false facade

Greed a fallow field of need

Lust a liars claim of love

Wrath a harbinger of hate

Gluttony a beggars fitful dream

Envy a failures silken cloak

Sloth an active acquiescence...

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Fitful gusts
Occasional thunderstorms
Sunless cannonades
Refreshing breezes
Little gusts
Interesting seedpods
Violent lusts
Emotional whirlwinds, mistrust
Strong misgivings

7/6/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019...

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Working Woman

The little wren hen is in a fitful mood
From scurrying all day in search of food. 
The journey is dangerous in a world so rude
Yet she dares provide for her waiting brood. 

Observations of a wren hen from my porch.
Copyright 2019...

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temperature cold
inside this room
no moon tonight
darkness looms
shadows creep
across my dreams
fitful rest
for me it seems

shadows from
a recent time
fantasy plagues
memories remind
how much time
before it fades
thoughts of you
and yesterday...

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While fitful, impetuous, tears force to submissive dirge
an enshrouded grey shadow within mine afflicted heart.
In ghastly, pallid emptiness; beguiling Azrael does cajoles.
"Ah, Tis only, immolation that can enchant and subdue Azrael."


2/19/2020...

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like rambunctious boys at play
clouds drift across the moon
masking its face in mystery
light given and then gone to soon

this fitful little summer storm
playing ticks whilst lovers swoon
we know it can not hide for long
our secret charm, the summer moon



4/8/13...

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Nostalgia hides within the hopes
Of the present
Sours as it passes
Tucks itself into cerebral
Alleyways
Lingers in fitful dreams
Grows as it ripens
Ignites the trembling torch of
Ageing's adolescence

12/1/2020

Any New Acrostic About Nostalgia Poetry Contest
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There it goes again,
off into a tantrum,
hurling blow upon blow
of breakers against the rocks,
tearing itself apart 
into a fitful foam 
of rage.
Come tomorrow,
or the next, it will calm down
to a gentle lapping
of the pier, flicking out
a watery tongue 
like a child
licking a poppsicle
as if nothing
had happened....

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Four dead Jesuits,
now confirmed as child
molesters, but when alive
these monsters’ crimes,
were covered in
obfuscation.

And when they passed,
were the Last Rites recited
and are they buried
in sanctified grounds?

May their rest be as
unrestful as their
victims lives and
and the fitful sleep
of their confessors....

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Quote: Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. - Roger Miller


As
Sun rose
To new dew
On humid day,
With raised fluffy tail
A three striped palm squirrel
Endlessly cried 'chip chip chip'
Fitful at gladly chirping birds
The spring's first rain had sprinkled such joy
That squirrel wanted it all for himself.
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Falling  through a sea of confusion
Tumbling about between here and there
Strange objects in the swirling  tide
Of some peculiar figures I am aware
Hoping this moment will quickly end
What is this dream, this strange affair...

A memory, as breaking dawn is here at last
Fitful, tangled, the mood of this day is cast


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I’m Alive!!!

Hot pink buds bursting
On happy limbs;
Plate size Iris wave “hello.
Sparrow bumps perching,
Salivating for seeds, and then
That sweet smell of spring perfume
Brushes my forehead.
Joyful squirrels dart and dive
In free and fitful play.
Lizards linger for a little while
All on a sunny morning

I’m Alive!
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Besieged
by Michael R. Burch

Life—the disintegration of the flesh
before the fitful elevation of the soul
upon improbable wings?

Life—it is all we know,
the travail one bright season brings ...

Now the fruit hangs,
impendent, pregnant with death,
as the hurricane builds and flings
its white columns and banners of snow

and the rout begins....

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I woke the other day
From a fitful dream
Covered all in sweat
I awoke with a scream

Looking all around
I couldn't see a thing
I couldn't feel her touch
I couldn't hear her sing

Right at that moment
I knew she was gone
She left me a note
Then left before dawn

I read every word
And all that she said
Thanks for the memories
I wish you were dead...

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April, you fetch flowers of spring to rise; 
Lacing in verdant green and fruit to reap. 
Gardens seed bloom, whist bees and butterflies 
Saunter by tippling passion nectar deep. 
Renew daytime length increase leaden skies 
Whist nighttime length decreasing; fitful sleep.



4/22/2020


Poetry Contest: Each Letter Threads The Verse 
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On a dreadful drizzly evening
Traffic light turns yellow to red
No time for weaving, dreaming
You whirl in your car instead
Till you see a man begging for bread.

You call him a slob on the street
As he looks fitful, but fit as can be
Not taken by his trick or treat
You tap your pedal aiming to flee
Till you look in the mirror, and let it be.

August 7, 2017...

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