Short Mitts Poems

push and shove
shove and push
keep your mitts
off o' my tush

so what we're packed
like sardines in a tin
don't you know 
there's no butting in...

Read More

Mitts on we're ready 
to take on the world at large 
school day winter memories  

we threw them curve balls
one fast strong arm at a time
snow ball fights were so much fun 

January 10, 2023...

Read More

.

         though I grunt
            your latch
       both yourn mitts
           mine mane
           yourn grip
                'tiz
           the lift uv
        mine goose's
             bumps

...

Read More

Freezing slides on sheets of ice
Balaclavsa snug;
Finger mitts,snow-balling bold,
Playtime in the cold.
Satchels,desks with lift-up lids,
Pen nibs and inkwells;
Five-stones,conkers in the yard,
Before the lesson bell...

Read More

.

she came from mine
           hind
 cupped hern mitts
     cauzing mine
          blind

  kissed my neck
      mine chin
         mine
          rest

         all in
          her
       Sunday 
         best...

Read More

Jumpers, darned with wool
Trousers, patched for school;
Shoes scuffed,left unlaced
Teeth framed in metal brace;
Dripping noses and chilblains,
Scarfs and finger mitts
Ears muffled against the chill
Ffee milk solid on the sill....

Read More

I've grabbed a thousand bagels
and my oven mitts fell short
Of keeping me from burning self
and holding my own snort

And now I know that thickness better
and shop for what I like
When thickness means a lot of money
meant to spend on physce...

Read More

.

Az Salome's dance
          front
         Herod
           she
With hern mitts up
        sinuous
   with seductive
      Hern firm
      Petitioned
         mine 


    I breathed in
         Deep

        Shook
 
         then 
       bid her
       shalom...

Read More

Gather her up with velvet mitts.
Dab with cotton wipes.
Toss her gently on a bed of roses.
Yank her light switch until she glows.
Purge blues with muted pastels.
Whisper of wealth yet to come, 
encourage with chocolates and wine.
Agree to die first;
love her back to roundness....

Read More

a re-post inspired by Janice's contest

WINTER '47

Jumpers, darned with wool
Trousers, patched for school;
Shoes scuffed,left unlaced
Teeth framed in metal brace;
Dripping noses and chilblains,
Scarfs and finger mitts
Ears muffled against the chill
Free milk solid on the sill....

Read More

FORTIES CHILD

Freezing slides
     on sheets of ice
Balaclavsa snug
Finger mitts
     snow-balling bold,
Playtime in the cold.

Satchels,desks 
       with lift-up lids
Pen nibs 
       & inkwells
Five-stones conkers 
               in the yard
before
      the lesson bell

repost from 2007...

Read More

This is it
The perfect pick
But where in the world do I flick it

Thought I had 
This habit kicked
Here is proof I didn't

Maybe if 
I wear oven mitts
Then pointer finger would listen

Lately it's 
Been hit and miss
With my daily pickings

Guess this is 
Just what it is
As I go back to digging...

Read More

I’m happy and contented,
I feel like I could burst.
When the cake came out,
I got my mitts in first.

Some call me a glutton,
others say I’m speedy.
Actually, I’m just smart,
energetic and speedy.

I hope that on your birthday,
you somehow get the urge.
According to my book,
it’s your turn to splurge!...

Read More

Jumpers
     darned with wool
Trousers
      patched for school
Shoes scuffed
          left unlaced
Teeth frame
      in metal brace
Dripping noses &
               chilblains
Scarfs &
   finger mitts
Ears muffled 
             against the chill
Free school milk 
       solid on the sill.


repost from 2007...

Read More

Young brothers sport
Brown leather mitts,
The ball they toss
Is white, not scuffed,
And on the walk
A robin hops
While joggers pant
Along the lane—
Yes, spring has come,
Chill days have fled,
And barren trees
Flaunt verdant buds
As women, young,
Don skimpy skirts
To catch the eyes
Of virile men
Enjoying sun
This springtime day....

Read More

.

                       i wuz
                        yup 
                     and she
                        wuz
                    chocolate

                her tender mitts
                      twisted
                my norph philly
                       locks

                   she twisted
                        my

...

Read More

rush hour five o'clock
hands clinging to a milestone
bus smash up victim

Observe the iced twigs.
trembling in cold winter wind
as they didn't have mitts

winter's crowning gloat
Chandeliers of ice crystals
Melt away slowly

the fireplace burns wood
There are seeds beneath the snow
tonight,  dream of spring


Written; November 13, 2021...

Read More

Open space, flat land, horizon drowning
Words, words wearing boxing gloves
Some have mitts on, some in a straight jacket
some are rebellious teenagers, careless
Carefree words, freedom, roaming everywhere 
In this open space, waiting for a new prey
Some tweaked, some bend, some corrupted 
Some alluring, some repulsive 
Some saving, some taking 
In this open space...

Read More

Frosty 

He can’t feel his fingers
They’ve gone numb
He built a snow girl
a beautiful one

Fashioned with snow
He gave her soft mitts
She’s perfectly sculpted
with ruby red lips

He kissed those red lips
brought her to life 
Sexy with curves
Would she be his wife

When things got hot
She melted in his arms
I guess in the end
She succumbed to his charms.
...

Read More

The leaves are all gone 
strong winds blew them away, 
Winter is in a rush 
to settle in today. 

The nights are getting colder 
days are growing short, 
people are wearing their winter clothes 
hats and mitts of all sorts. 

Winter is in a rush 
to settle in today, 
the leaves are all gone 
strong winds blew them away. 

Copyright © Cynthia Jones 
Nov.18/2007...

Read More

.

               …there
         center the prairie
                  Mitts
             And thingz

      My heart throbbing
            rememberz
                  tap
                  tap
            Mine digits
                  tap
        Past mine speak
                  tap
                  tap
              Screams

         “It’s gonna be
               Spring”
...

Read More

December's here, the wind blows North,
It chills my bones, I need some warmth,
I need the fire, the coal's stacked high, 
My cosy slippers, and apple pie.

I crave that heat, my cosy home,
Not the frozen pond, nor frosted gnome,
My feather quilt, my comfy bed,
Tomato soup and crusty bread.

Three pairs of socks, a woolly hat,
Sheepskin mitts, that's where it's at!
The kitchens warm, the fire glows,
I sit by it and warm my toes....

Read More

.

                      ...Ding
          "you have three minutes"
             uttered the promoter

           Ourn eyne were fixed to
                   Each's others
                 whilst it seemed 
                  in slow motion 
her soft mitts dropped each hern queries
         and reached for mine dukes

                         Ding

        "that means switch table two"

  "I don't think they are here" chuckled 
            one uv the participants... 
...

Read More

In the millionth season 
they've finally blossomed
ready to garnish a famished brain,
but mind monkeys will pillage a garden
snatching anything fruitful away...
screaming atop flint branches 
just beyond trembling reach
sitting so smug and casually
bouquet of scythes in mitts of flint
chattering away...
"if you want it so badly, 
come fetch the scent of your dream, indecision man"
all the while I'm idling in a barrel of gasoline
mind monkeys nibbling the heads off the dream....

Read More