Short Giddy Poems
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Handful of joy and laughter
Down to the cracker jacks surprise toy
Box of caramel candied popcorn
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
The sun tickles playfully surfaces.
Dancing in highlights on everything it touches.
Serene while giddy with joy.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
Bunch of horses, cause for elation
An elegant display of sophistication
Beyond belief
Totally unique
Definitely a scene not to be outdone
Route 66ish No 3
A cowboy once rode down to Tucson,
With only his hat and his boots on,
His butt got real sore,
So he cussed and he swore,
!Cos his "whatsit" looked just like a crouton!
Okay I'll admit it, my mind's a bit strange
Methinks I've been out too long on the range
So giddy up old fellow
My trusty old caballero
Before they force me to hand over the reigns
Okay I'll admit it, my mind's a bit strange
Methinks I've been out far too long on the range
So giddy up old fellow
My trusty old caballero
Before they force me to hand over the reigns
Okay I'll admit it, my mind's a bit strange
Methinks I've been out far too long on the range
So giddy up old fellow
My trusty old caballero
Before they force me to hand over the reigns
Normally horseys love apples I was told
Tried to feed one no deal must have been too old
Not good for the digestion
Must suffer with indigestion
Felt like hugging him but instead just cajoled
Eight straight days of sub-freezing temps,
wind-chill factor, sub-zero,
sheets of black ice, great mounds of snow,
lengthy power outages---
power’s on, roads are passable
bringing loud hallelujah’s!
The warm spring weather has finally arrived
Making us feel giddy and glad we're alive
Best time of the year
Gorgeous colours appear
Another winter's over, think I'll start to imbibe
© Jack Ellison 2015
An amigo has accused me of reposting some oldies
What kind of deviant does he think I am, this old crony
I'm respectable as hell
But I do have my spells
When there's no response I just yell “giddy up pony!!!”
Okay I'll admit it, my mind's a bit strange
Methinks I've been out far too long on the range
So giddy up old fellow
My trusty old caballero
Before they force me to hand over the reigns
© Jack Ellison 2015
Love
I've never felt this way before
It's all brand new to me
My head is spinning, I can't breath
You are all i see.
I long for you to look at me
I wish you'd ask me out
So this is what first love is like
And what a crush is all about.
Giddy is a fun place to be
Kinda like octupusses under the sea
According to the Beatles.
Giddy is happy, HAPPY me
Without having to try how to be
What grouchy people would rather see.
I love me some giddy
As much as my kitty
The world is more pretty..
When I'm giddy.
written by Fugue De Adagio
A want to belong
a need to be loved
does these positions
leave one to be
used and exploited
the soothing simplicity of a kiss
a warm endearing embrace
a smile's expression says it all
a moment between lovers
the time together beats all
Lance Out I Strike With Line LICKETY SPLIT GIDDY UP HORSE
L- Lingeringly lively
I- Instants in a jiffy
C- Chop-chop
K- Kwikly plodding
E- Expeditious struck wit whip
Y- Yippee ki-yay, giddy up horsey
04/08/18 2018©
For contest Lickety Split
Sponsored by : Debbie Guzzi
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Some days are up, others are down
Little setbacks wear a big frown
Every ache or pain, magnified
Tingles and twinges our battle cries
Offered a plethora of seminars
Telling us 'bout how lucky we are
To benefit from sophisticated financial planning
~ Though we spend all our money on MRI scanning
marie is a giddy gliding dragonfly
flitting, flirting, flying high
light, lithe, lively too
enthusiastically exuding energy of two
swooping sassily among the grateful gladiolas in the glade
kissing yellow daffodils and tulips, never afraid
landing on lovely lilies with a dainty touch
a delicate demure dragonfly, we all love very much.
Wonderful love dreams thrilled young Cali.
She sung of such with good friend, Sally.
Extraordinary and precocious,
her thoughts felt expialidocious.
Expialidocious were heart thumps.
Precocious fantasies raised goosebumps.
Sally thought her love, fragalistic.
Cali said, "joy's not fatalistic."
For Cali, hushed love was great enough.
The slow happy sigh of a smile,
The lazy eyes as they squint;
The brightness of belly laughter,
A scream as you land in the pool;
It warms you up and makes you squeal;
It's the sound of a road trip
with the windows down and the music up;
Smacking your lips a bottle of
ice cold lemonade;
It's the sound of the ocean as
you lie in a hammock,
The giddy sound of Yellow.
The wind herds
the brown-paper bag leaves
pell-mell along the river of asphalt.
Gusts whip bare branches into a frenzy.
Mini cyclones scatter street rubble.
Flags whack poles with great abandon
and cloth lines bang rudderless into the clapboard.
Men with tear filled eyes rush toward shelter.
The sun still, and silent, lassoed by the herder
shines lemon ice upon the day.
Ah, to write
to gather random thoughts
corral them
Giddy-up….whoa….style.
Chase down those tumble weeds,
itinerant thoughts
blown by the whimsical winds
of imagination
into ever unmanageable
clusters of confusion
straining at the painful restraints
of barbed wire freedom.
A delusional state of self imposed
unconscious conformity
ever alert for the “rustlers”
who would cut the wire
breech the delusion
change brands
claim victory.
John G. Lawless
©12/19/2021
I would bring you a dancing two-year-old
A giddy, happy, excited, joyful toddler
She would be wearing a fancy dress
Her spinning and twirling would make you smile
She would take your hands and clap them for you
You would be delighted with her, for she is delightful
She would show you how to fingerpaint and remind you to laugh
that hearty happy full out laugh you have not had since childhood
A giddy happy spinning two-year-old inside a chocolate egg.
What an Easter gift!
I crush on a boy who dances in my dreams,
takes my hand, leads the way,
images are all I see.
I crush on a boy who never speaks,
he whispers lullabies in my sleep.
He has no face, shadows are all you see
He chills my body as windy mornings
in winter,
Caresses me softly as wind does
its trees.
In my dreams he is open like a river,
continuous
He soothes my crying eyes, as milk
does babies
I wake from my dreams only to see an empty end
where once my crush dreamed.