Short Lolling Poems
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Big and black,
perky ears and lolling tongue.
One brown eye and the other icy blue.
Your as clumsy as a cow,
and as annoying as a bird chirping
you've cute white paws and your
Big and Black.
Form:
Limerick: Once a lolling lassie from Laredo
Once a lolling lassie from Laredo
Jumped on a bronco to enter a rodeo
But the steed fell in love
With the curve of her alcove
And sped away on a honeymoon to Mejico.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
He just wouldn’t come a moment too soon
as she waits eagerly by the light of the moon
with passion that would make a man swoon
lolling languorously in the moonlit lagoon.
~04/16/17
~Form M - Monorhyme contest by Broken Wings
This hound
She bounds around
Sniffs her snout all about
Roll through green springs and long dead things
Too far out to hear a whistle or shout
Tongue lolling to the side drooling
New smell! Follow new route
Nose to the ground
This hound
OLD SOLitary Lovers
Sun worshippers these sunflowers
turning their backs on their tenders
lolling in the squinting rays of sunrise
stretching to catch last touch of sunset
sadly hanging their heads at dusk.
John G. Lawless
7/23/2015
On Pebble Beach's seventh green
I paused to watch an otter.
He dove, cavorted, spun around,
An acrobat on water.
Then lolling, drifting, eyeing me
He twitched brown nose and whiskers.
His thought, that moment, mirrored mine:
"He plays all day, that rascal."
Dark are the voices in my head
Haunting words
Darkness fed
It is a familiar food
Dark chocolate for a better mood
It is my own
This- I'm no good
Nights I'm rolling lolling
Echoes extolling tolling
Can I find an end?
This trend is understood
No calm platitudes, no testament ,
only open discussion
with emotion, the ghost
of wounds so deep
that colour bleeds implicit,
red for the dying weapon
of anger, yellow for the joy
that lolling plops as often
as a midnight sun.
Let us gaze the world asunder.
It’s gradually falling
Summer is increasingly lolling
The leaves are gently browning
We can’t wait for October’s crowning
When the gold leaves of lustre
Charm the fold with their cluster,
Flamboyantly trooping the autumn colours
And socially grouping them with lullers.
lolling on a hill
in glossy days of summer
cherishing blue skies
fat bumblebees hum
tunes of sweetness and sunlight
purple rose delight
gurgling brook's laughing
then the fall, and mum's the word
chrysanthemum craze
calico cat frisks
in the mystery of hours
colored by beauty
Listen to poem:
Love is buoyant, bobbing and bopping.
Love is lolling, limber and lithe.
Love is exuberant, effusive and effervescent.
Love it sparkles, shimmers and scintillates.
Love is capricious, unwitting, unintended.
Love is deliciously unfathomable.
Above all else,
Love is what you want it to be.
Have you ever seen a sad retriever?
Of their true love, we are the receivers,
How many need to change a light bulb? None,
To them, there is perpetual sun.
Tongues lolling, tails wagging,
Always smiling, never flagging,
Yes, we love our happy fur friend dudes,
With their positive mental attitudes!
Lolling about, down by the lake
Just watching the clouds scudding by.
Surrounded by fells, a vision of heaven,
There is no one as happy as I.
I hear little waves lapping the shore,
With hypnotic rhythm, they sing.
In somnolent bliss I happily drift,
Lost in the mood that they bring.
In its entirety
Safe keeping's vision
General's, shepherd's in close range
Pressed round horizon!
"Retreat!" The call goes out.
Each, 'at ease', 'lolling'
Inescapably overwhelmed.
Ere caves holed up in.
Beware complacency!
Skyline we all share.
Time's; in what fateful looms up.
Less for can prepare!
Carnivorous blooms
hothouse fed,
thick tonged in lolling herds.
Feeding time is all day.
The flies are introduced
in humming shifts.
By evening
the electric buzz is dimmed,
the curvaceous florals ingest;
sticky throats absorb.
One dilatory black fly
drones on alone.
Meaty flowers listen -
wait.
Sundown came fast,
the fat Blue Heeler
lolling under the low picket fence
suddenly jerked his head up
as if someone had turned the lights out.
A startled Magpie scuttled over the hedgerow
maybe thinking it would be lighter on this side,
it wasn't,
eventually we all went to bed,
but the dog was dead by morning.
A contemptuous shimmer in his eye.
His body coils along the trunk.
An empty stomach fuelled only by anger.
Looming ominously from the sky.
He hangs from the branch,
lolling, staring, waiting.
Waiting for a victim
to constrict and inflict.
He stares.
He waits.
He starves.
Too late?
No. Not today.
Smiles are irrationality embodies
as the Tides' curling edges hopelessly
Moon-driven. It is Poppy seed dialect
and swollen pupil diction,
and it is
an Om's eternity away
from lolling tongue, rolling eyes, gnawinggrindinggnashing
molars who read road atlas veins in crude
braille like tea leaves:
The taste of God
in a shrapnel bomb.
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.
Hazy days 'neath summer skies,
Scent filled air and butterflies.
In the fields, lolling cows
Resting under shading boughs.
No breath of wind, no cooling breeze
Flowers greeting bumble bees.
High above, raucous crows
Sending scorn to all below.
All else though, half asleep
drowsing, in the midday heat.
A red sunset kindles icicle’s
into bright dripping scalpels.
Light decamps and flares,
impressions drift.
Shadows mime shadows.
The flicker of melting flames.
A hanging man;
his silhouette flex’s,
head lolling, arms stretching
in the long reach of evening.
Death twists
flames smolder then set.
Heels keep turning.
A tree sleeps.
Secrets Lie
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you*
listen not to the vagrant zephyr
seeking only sustenance of its kind
idol thinkers lolling in innocence
swayed by every whispering sigh
unaware - that secrets lie.
line 7 - *Rumi
John G. Lawless
7/23/2015
for Complete the Lines – poetry contest
sponsor – Nette Onclaud
Listen to poem:
He dabbles in this, dips his toes in that
Dithering with daubs, splattering dollops and spatters
Dilly-dallying, loitering lazily lackadaisical
Unable or unwilling to commit.
Half-hearted efforts lie half-baked, unfinished
Laying listless, languidly lolling and littering.
It's so annoying to see time wasted and fortuity fraught
But what can anyone watching do?
She used to be fast
and bouncy,
but after two strokes
her head began to tilt
on the rolling deck
of her body.
Through bleary eyes,
she saw off
starlings and cats,
toppling into them
with her
John Wayne walk.
When called
She would wobble sideways
tracking the sound,
then lurch forward,
tongue lolling;
a wide grin of recognition
plastered over
her fuzzy brain.
Up in the morning, the bluebirds were singing,
Then off to church, as the bells were ringing,
A pastel spring bloomed the peach moments away,
And the morning star shone on an azure pathway!
Luscious Sunday dinner, conversing and laughter,
On the lazy days, sweet time slips away faster!
Afternoon on the porch, with family and friends,
Lolling in the gold sunshine, sunset always ends.