Short Gesticulating Poems

Singing stars soaring in the sages' skies,
Glorious gifts gesticulating in their gentle girdles
Courteous colours courting in christmas' crest....

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if the blind primate trusts in what he can’t see ~ is it still illusory 

said the deaf primate to his mute friend ~ gesticulating at a lorry 


By 
David Kavanagh...

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fasten the belt of love
hum a tune sing a song
tap your feet free your mind
life is beautiful
the girl in red gesticulating
silently wide expressive eyes
flutter mechanical safety
of futility live the high life
whistling in the yellow vest
let us crawl backwards
like a lobster...

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RAINS REBELLING,
RIOTS RAKING-
WINDS WEEPING,
WEATHER WEATHERING-

THUNDER TEARING,
TEMPERATURES THREATENING-
LIGHTNING LIQUIDATING,
FIRES FLICKERING-

SUN SEDUCING,
ECOSYSTEM EDGING-
EARTH EJECTING,
STORM STAMPING-

GEOGRAPHY GESTICULATING,
SCIENTISTS SEEKING-
CLIMATE CHANGING
MAN MOURNING:...

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PASTICHE
occasional
  startling
vivacity
  &verve
an
existence
  random
switching
  shuttling
about

immensely
 enthusiastic
&
gesticulating
 nsinuous
  nsuperficial
&melancholic

  contemplating
 a suave
astonishing
pastiche
  before
&
despite
either
austere
 feeling
or
modishness...

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people started running
all of a sudden gesticulating
with vibrant fingers and vacant brain
pacing the place in artificial pain
their dull insincere dishonest face
fear written printed splashed
presenting masks improbable
lies anxious alarmed agitated
furious in circles they chase
war is on they cry in despair...

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Some are looking above
Seeking for help
While leaving below 
The man and his laws
See the others
Now strutting and puffing
Wildly gesticulating their pains
Amidst the gathering  
Of colourful rainbows
Now some have become reclusive
Mute and indifferent 
Hiding behind hidden worlds
Thinking and wishing
All these away...

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between the pages of a rural world there is always us 
clambering for attention with hands mouth and noise 
gesticulating like a proud Italian, we run for every bus 
selling goods with salesmen talk and we never poise 
nor give a chance to silence, God forbid we should...

Copyright © Pixie Dust | Year Posted 2020...

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You are sitting far out,
cannot see,
whether comfortably,
or shifting about,
raise your hand,
or even legs,
do something,
and at least act,
there is distance,
between you and me,
I do not know if you wished it covered,
at least I do want to traverse it,
I am gesticulating wild,
and you are simply quiet,
a blob of presence,
out there,
for me to look,
and throw my hook....

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From the very first time I set foot in this place,
I determined to prosper,
Ekpoma,
like a work bench,
and a technician's manual on instrumentation,
reaches for instruments,
of vitality,
with market gestures,
and a gesticulating culture,
in the land of the living,
under a plastic cloud of mood swings,
hanging partly by a vegetable spine,
of subsistence backyards,
and Friendswillpower Enterprise...

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