Short Gesturing Poems
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Holes in both shirt and shorts
Another man of fancy sorts
Not like any other hanger
Gesturing with his left finger
Enemies recoiling in fear
Realizing their end is near.
Ghosts
Garbed in ghostly attires
Glistening like a star
Grimacing like an ape
Gurgling like a black owl
Gathered on public square
Gesturing like actors
Giving a fearful show.
Ten pounds of emotion
shed with every sigh
a heartfelt healthy kiss,
in every sad goodbye.
This is the way we live our lives;
not in grand or gesturing ways;
but inside those baby moments
that make up our baby days.
japanese geisha enthrall
with pleasure performing arts
gesturing words without voice
bound in divine thought
legs held tight in kimono
dress of entertaining nights
that graces elegant pace
into dining room
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl Muzzey
Surveillance across the border
Can't stop this tricky misfit
Dyed in the wool habits
Propagate my quantum unzip
Features festering on a broken age
Creatures gesturing to allocate sage
Where grass grows plenty
Ill be unloading the Chesapeak
Shipliner still dazed
On animal plantation
We'll circle the globe
Figuring out what to do
And lay in jewel tombs
The way we're supposed to
During December, decorative display designs dazzle.
Christmas carolers chant cheerfully.
Merry music makes many meaningful memories.
Trimming tree trinkets twinkle.
Santa's sleigh soars skyward seeing soft snowflakes shimmer.
Households have happy holiday happenings.
Plenty presents pile, parading pretty paper.
Generous gifts given, gesturing grateful grins.
Festive fun for families!
Simple, simple, why make life so hard.
We travel a road looking for something.
Keep dealing and dealing for that card.
Gesturing complaints putting up a guard,
Misguiding a life, while living a lie,
I live a simple life within my mind.
My heart is full, emotions rolled inside.
I have no desire for riches that bind.
Just give the needs, allow desires I find.
Then life is complete, until I die.
The sun will shine brighter tomorrow when
Reaching out to another, every arm extends
Wrapping around love, yearning for a hug
Gesturing admiration in universal language
Like beauty of flowers and the beat of music
Sound of peace gratifies every human being
So does the smile that emanates from heart
So does pure love that embodies no bounds
June 14, 2018
Poem of Poems contest by Charles Messina
Euphony of poise
Languidly impressed upon the minds with
Ease and social graces
Gesturing magnificently with liquid hands
And setting the room afire in interest
Never needing to condescend while
Creating an atmosphere of dignity to
Entrance normalcy to the height of irrepressible combustion.
(Written about and dedicated to my mom, who,
being the embodiment of elegance always,
passed away 7/11/07)
Do me truly,
because I wish I never had,
hate me bizarre because weed doesn't hit far-
forstall and say 'your friend',
tell the whole world that it is spent-
traditionally in a send of the courageous pen!
Stake like the entrapment well-den-
procrastinate because they figured out your bend!
Flake and forget to amaze and fend-
gesturing is no amount of time you need to see yourself commend.
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Nibbles clutched the acorn like a tiny criminal mastermind,
whiskers trembling under the porch light's harsh interrogation.
"But officer, I am not a porch bandit," he squeaked,
gesturing wildly at the pile of stolen walnuts behind him—
"Those? Those were... uh... gifts! From a very generous tree!"
The flashlight beam did not look convinced.
Primal Language
Speaking gutturally in the fractured
Fragments of a foreign language,
A tongue unknown to her
She is come from another country
gesturing with her hands
Between the islands of broken English
Within her hesitations are the silent
Stutters of clarity
Using her body as a language
I know what she is asking
Between the atolls of words
Are oceans of sterling imagery
John Tansey
Just soul of 3 quarters of an ounce:
Exist in earthly body,
Accomplish planned tasks,
Generate energy and leave;
Endure pain and joy,
During all my life;
Negative and positive both prevail,
React to ambiance surrounding mine,
Life was full of joy and sorrow,
Until I relinquished the body;
Caring friends and kins,
All accompanied up to burial,
Tears in eyes, gesturing bye;
But none knows I still exist,
Perch in hearts and ambiance;
Why and who am I?
Sadashivan.nair