Short Jigs Poems

I'm go get know ya bro
one way or no
fo sho

canya dig
the fig
this fine line jigs?

Yep

I betchacan....

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Max it's no secret
Your shoe talk vote stinks so walk'
No more time Biden'

Afgan so no win'
Disguise maybe hair afro?
The jigs up Mr Smart...

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There was a quick wit who needed a gig
When his jokes fell flat, he danced Irish jigs
   But one night he was so drunk
   He kicked up a breeze that stunk
It seems 'quick-wit' zagged when he should have zigged...

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Thirty Years Of Service
 
 
Six a.m. 
The alarm jigs
into him. 
He, huge
on that huge bed, jerks,
rolls to the edge,
detonates his chest,
pours to the basin
on the floor
maroon and gray collections.

 
Donal Mahoney...

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Though sometimes unappreciated
And always underrated
We have created a family
Unlike any other
We are strong, fast, and powerful
We fly high and light
We are quick-footed
With jigs, wigs, and makeup
Glitter, fake tan, and sock glue
We are unstoppable...

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Amazing beauty calls deep
Erotic feelings grow high
Inferno jigs - kisses lure
Murmurs nestle orgasmic paradise
Quivers rest - senses travel
Unveiled Venus wags
Xebec yearns zenith

(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)

Contest : Trashed #3
Sponsored by : Broken Wings
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WINGED WARRIOR INDEED

^WW^ is also a jigger
They don't come any better
He jigs from dusk to dawn
He's a real 'go-getter'

His many friends love him dearly
Especially Curtis and Charlie
A bond of love and friendship
Like bikers love their Harley

19 November 2019
For the contest sponsored by Charles Messina...

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Listen to poem:

Down under the sea it's frolic time free.
Fiddler crabs play jigs, lolling, lively lilts.
Cockles flap up to clang their symbols with glee.
Angelfish, halos askew, sing in kilts.
Octopuses play jazz in harmony.
Shrimps a dancing, rocking attune on stilts.
Anemones tentacles wave in surge,
as tide and current roll rhythms and submerge....

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Air shares its delightful grace
  stroking, caressing every face.
Wind tickles crawling clouds
  Then breezes by whistling loud.
Fire jigs a spritely dance
  spouting quips with pops and 
  cracks.
Water gulps a bubbling brew
  then babbles back a trickling tune.
Earth gazes cooly at warm light
 and breathes the musk of days 
damp night.

©  11-27-2012...

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I am nette
Daughter of God and Dawn, from earth –Amy and John
Loving a medley of art, call of pure wild, the energy of teaching
Who feels the need to be whole, curious, to have fun
Afraid of heights, loss of loved ones and yes, drowning
I’d like to see the end of human violation, jigs of Brazil, the sun
Resident of the Philippines;  7,000 powdered islands teeming
Onclaud...

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Another bash 

   Careening dancers emerge

Frenzied

           Gyrating haplessly into jigs

                                                  kilts lifting

                     Maurice nods

                               Ormond poised  queerly 

Rocking
                   stretching 

                  Tim under vintage wiles 

                                                 Xavier  yawning  zzs....

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Has anyone seen my ding a ling? 
You wouldn’t dare ask “what is it”.
I will just say it’s the cutest thing.

It must be a cousin of my widget,
about which my wife often digs.
It hasn’t a name, only a digit.

I also have some thing-a-ma-jigs
that attach to fishing lures, you know.
My heart sings making world famous rigs.

While pointing my do hickey just so
I turn on my color gizmo, git go.

© May 21 2010 For Catie’s “Beautiful Form” contest...

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