Short Flinging Poems
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Romance
Courtly, torrid
Flinging, existing, wooing
Ever so sentimental
Woo
2/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
There was a man named Hickenlooper.
Who invented a dog poop scooper.
Something went awry
Flinging contents into the sky
And stinking the town into a stupor.
A HAND SHALL FILL
A pitcher is filled to the brim; water to the rim
"Flinging throw fast-ball across the mound sings”
8/17/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
meadow of the noon
wildflowers of all colors
raptly I stand still
flinging both arms wide
underneath the citron sun
I whirl and I dance
the hour of languor
has no way impacted me
I twirl in fragrance
WTFWT@&#@* I shouted at
Thunderous banging from above
Flinging my blanket off I looked outside, to
Watch roofers climbing up my apartment building
The cat leaping, running and seeking a place to hide
Without you,
worn down, weary,
staggering into tomorrow,
dissolving my todays, grim, dreary,
I crawl, slipping out of my skin,
flinging laughter, joy, contentment,
into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin.
Without you
Form:
Golden orb escapes
from night born clouds
The grey sea smiles
azure shades of welcome
Powder white seagulls
sing out Hallelujah
The sky robs Turners palette
flinging its contents
Smothering the air
resurrecting my bay
Thou art God,
O Naked Girl,
And all of Thee be fine.
I, too, God,
With air for wearing,
And all of Me be Thine.
Come! Let's roll upon the bed
And set the springs a-singing;
Two into One,
God unto God,
Our virginity far-flinging!
Ringing
flinging
swinging
winging
Ringing beats , hips flinging thrill me… whole
Dance; swinging, winging as night- grooves roll !
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8/10/2019
For charles messina: Your Turn For A Tyburn
Firs, oaks surround a path
Flamboyant in hued tints,
Forest of all dreamers
Flinging its lush canvas.
Fabric of buds explodes
Flushed with nature's splendor;
Flaming woods...evergreen!
Pleadies -F Contest for Kim Merryman
9/25/2016
Move
Branches
In the wind
Leaves flip over
The red berries fall
Small sparrows fluttering
Flinging birdseed all around
Ripples on the water’s surface
Designs in the language of the wind
Moving my emotions until the end
Heidi Sands
11/25/19
While I watch her, an adored jewel,
Flinging on with my old pal
She crashes from the pedestal,
Like a burst of glass
As love etches death on the alley.
Contest:Fallen in 25-30 Words, nette onclaud
from Franco Gonza
2 December 2015
- my past girlfriend
30 words
The Goliath reaches deep underground,
grabbing a hand full of coal
Crushing the black rock in his huge maw,
polishing it to gleaming diamonds.
Flinging the treasure into the ebon sky.
So at night we can look heavenward,
and enjoy a million stars
in a midnight sky.
Day
after day,
night after
night,
the lonely tall pine
embraces her many
lodgers
in her stiff outstretched arms.
And in every nook and
cranny they forage, hunt and horde
before the coming winter.
And in
return
they
flinging
their refuse
to the soft earth.
A sudden wind ripples over the staid waters
whipping around like a blustery drama queen
flinging water droplets in its wake.
Placid pigeons are suddenly stirred
wild wings whir, along with excited coos
as the midday sun smiles through the clouds.
5/10/2022
Listen to poem:
fly flitting on wall
listens to loose tongues babble
spinning prayer wheels
flinging barbs at absent foes
behind walls, out of earshot.
Soon the fly grows bored
of vain drivel chasing tales
sense left long ago—
so it slips out open pane
to sense truth in rubbish bins
Sometimes I go on a weird out-of-my-head writing spree
Devouring crazy insane ideas
Spitting them up onto a page
This morning is one of those maniacal times
Thoughts are flinging themselves at me
Demanding to be not only heard, but shared
I feel it would be dangerous to ignore them
Who goes on his way
As glad unto sad
Has met you halfway
World, acceptably.
Not summer's nor winter's
But autumn's child; he.
That would explain it!
Through quick shifts of mood
Pushed this wantonness
To flinging things about
Was, intoning a squall
Heard. The year throughout!
Come , hush of eve as hands unfold
stillness tinged with prayer;
My breaths flinging the gritty cold
As peace lies restful there.
Inner core lilts, to flow
With gentle soul aglow;
Dissolving frayed hours' blow.
When' mind's roars leave...
Come, hush of eve.
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2nd place
re post inspired by my latest contest
cHaoTiC mOTioN a POLLOCK EKPHRASIS
Flinging, splattering,dripping drop..by..drop
Unaware of the present,random spontaneity
in liquid flowing paint.
Motion made visible,memories
arrested in space,the painting
lives a life of its own in pure
harmony of easy give and take.
red hot background
black white flinging
dancers cha-cha-chá
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2/7/2020
Ekphrasis tribute to Jackson Pollock’s “Free Form” in the triadic line form
February 7, 2020
REFLECTiONS an ekphrasis triadic line
Brian Strand, sponsor
October 24, 2020
EoW (7) Art
Brian Strand, sponsor
I am doing the thumping bumping rabbit hop
I jump and bounce, no place to stop
My feet are wiggling, my tail is jiggling
My hair is flinging around like a mop
You cannot stop me, I have to move and groove.
The rabbit understands the weird ways I move.
We dance the wiggle jiggle and love it so!
I take my rabbit partner wherever I go.
I am in the dancing mood, my sister said
She twirled and whirled, kicking up to her head
I played my dulcimer, and tried not to look
She’s such a show off, my sister Shook
Shook laughed at me, her joy flinging off
She did not see my eye roll or hear my scoff
Nothing takes joy from my sister, you see
She can be happy in spite of you or me
Lois looked super dainty and delicate
With lace collars and tiny white linen gloves
Shiny patent leather shoes and pink ruffles
she sat as if on a throne, a little princess
Her three brothers knew better.
They called her the lava flinging volcano
When they riled her, she gave better than she got
She was a terror, cloaked in a little girl costume
Henry was hopping around on a foot or three
we all laughed at him not realizing
he was grabbing the girls attention
We were in eighth grade
all we cared about was our height
None of us was half as tall as the girls
I finally figured it out why Henry was a clown
he was gyrating like a top
flinging them here and there
we took his leftovers gladly