Short Fits And Starts Poems
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Raindrops in suspense
from the gutter’s edge hang
Indecisive clouds stalled, then whisked away
in fits and starts all day
An easel indoors clears her throat
When will she have her say
Celebratiions are over, calibrations must
start'
trumps in office, the wars continue in fits and starts..God said they will celebrate peace and safety, then will come the end..
It could be amost upon us.? But i can't see farther than the next bend.)
we grew together
in fits and starts,
twisting and twining,
two damaged hearts
drinking in rain drops,
seeking the sun,
climbing and weaving,
but never as one
no lattice to cling to,
no wall to adorn,
strangling and choking,
a life we now mourn
You were my first muse,
Rustling Branches of Tree,
before ever I knew a man
before that time began
when time advances
and stands still
with fits and starts.
You were my first,
Rustling Branches,
before ever I knew
to impress a man,
and I was happier
then, before time
slowed to his rhythm.
In my heart I knew little of
the world and all its parts
As I drifted idle and wandered blind,
through constant fits and starts
My mind reached out beyond its grasp,
with the questions close behind
As time unfolded upon itself
—each moment to define
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
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
I guess I'm not good enough for you now
so once again I fade into the dark unnoticed
and unwanted
I've grown used to it by now
being of the wim of others like some childs toy
only loved in fits and starts then abandoned till
the next time someone wants to play
and hope that it isn't minced with cruelty or worse.
It's hard to change from what you know
Absolutely surrendering to the amusements of fate
Benign benevolent sentiments within bring bodacious bait
Abiding austerely into the ageless absurd fits and starts
Never negotiating with nature's nebulous nuptial new arts
Divine decorum dazzling dawn is what the environs drive at
Obscure oasis of the omnipotent ominously pat
Nefarious, nauseous nostalgic nemesis kneels as a gnat
25 February 2023
What is the recipe for love?
A red, red rose or turtle dove?
The clasping of a small white glove,
or from above, or from above?
How can we know when true love starts?
Is it outside or in our hearts,
or from fey Cupid's shooting darts,
or fits and starts, or fits and starts?
How do we attain our life's dream?
Is it through gentleness or steam,
or maybe nefarious scheme?
What is the theme? What is the theme?
Sweet pain within the soul to be around peeps assorted…
Seems would never be filled with the heart unloved…
It makes no odds if I heed you with some desire…
Making a point I turn up to be a dark outsider…
Unalike way you would understand the untold tale…
I certitude your heart not to be cold as “storm hail”…
In fits and starts you go ahead like you care…
No matter if your love for me is sham or sincere…
By - Gautam
Dated on – 11th Oct 2015
You come to me in fits and starts
Partly holding your golden hair
Then you back off like an engine torn apart
Bowing out because I wont back down
To your posse conditions
And the jealousy of your lover
We exchanged words called devotion
Love danging by the throat
And marched along in tongue tension
Still you tight rope your heart
Unable to make a decision, you hold apart
But all is forever laid bare
To live through love without a care
The day is brilliant with sunlight,
songbirds serenade the season,
maples sway to music of the spheres
melodies only they can hear.
Cabbage whites flutter and flit
above and about, everywhere;
A Lion’s tooth unaware it’s
a weed shares a bed with tulips.
Within this harmony of spheres
I too feel its rhapsodic pulse-
A lover of nature’s impulse
to capture this temporal scene
as I do now by fits and starts
with measured words and golden mean.
Welcome back, my son
To the family bosom
Where in fits and starts fun
Extracted you for seasons without reason
That tore the family fabric
With a yawning gap
Which no trick
Whatever its map
Could relieve
As family pain and strain
Could give
No respite in the main
Regardless of postures
Family embraced
Until your return new cultures
Consolation stressed
In smiles for miles
Soothing the void
Created in styles
Both you and family could in future avoid.
At breakfast at the B&B
Four couples shared the meal.
For those who like their privacy,
That may not quite appeal.
Yet conversation did take place,
At least in fits and starts
And everyone made nice,
Nobody throwing any darts.
As different as we were, though,
We shared stories and some laughs,
With no one talking politics
Or making any gaffes.
Once plates were cleared, we headed out
And wished each other well,
A pleasant breakfast for us all,
As far as I could tell.