Short Gallivant Poems
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we gallivant,
enamored with
such sweetly
swollen hearts
the gale sweeps through
the waltzing trees
with weeping
winter grace
your presence does
forever cull
my midst of
misery
I'm content in
believing these
surrogate
streets stretch on
You've been reckless
like a marsh fever
You've got the infamy
Did you really need
that Hollywood look
Being with you
makes it hard
Your eyes of blue
are a culpable blame,
You gallivant around
Your furtive dream is over
The Sun is an aside
Solitary you run
Day in Day out the dust consumes the air
Upstairs it runs rampant through the fan I must declare
Sneezing is the penchant of the day
The dust always settles while we are away
It never comes to mind that it should be dusted
Not even the service can be trusted, as they
Gallivant through their duties, one day to be busted
Feeling sluggy when it's muggy
Surely is the norm.
Nothing's gained when I feel drained
'Cause temps are way too warm.
In my lair I blast the air
And rarely venture out,
Wond'ring why, with temps so high,
I'd gallivant about.
There are those, I do suppose,
Who like this kind of hot.
Rest assured, that strikes no chord;
Among them I am not.
Gorgious Great Guy
Was gorgeous great guy
Who would want to gallivant
With me no he can't.
No rhyme or reason
To love me any season
Is always teasing.
Was inquisitive
When we want our love to live
To each other give.
Why do adultery
A horrible way to be;
Glad you and not me.
Why do it at all?
Your long legacy will fall
Many will appall.
Life in big cities and little ones as well.
Jim Horn
Form:
delectable dolphins
dancing here
near harbor
Instead of gondolas
white swans float
like the boats
Animals,puff
healthily, gallivant
without tumult
A little bird's chirp
outreaches our ears
piercingly
A single word
has made crucial changes
across the world
And some creatures
are happy about it
and a few are not
We, the humans
are just like other creatures
before nature, the creator
Regrettably,
we pay a lot
to fathom the bitter fact
I looked out my window,
At the gloomy grey sky.
When I saw a butterfly,
Flitting blissfully by.
Unfettered by worries,
Not shackled by woe,
A blithe Lepidoptera,
And its aerial show.
The patter of raindrops,
Fazed it not a bit,
Blithely it glided,
On my window did sit.
Ever so nonchalantly,
It fluttered its wings.
Not a care in the world,
What a fortunate thing!
If only my soul,
Could a butterfly be.
Gallivant in my small world,
Unburdened and free!