Short Mottle Poems

She doesn't like her jowls and wattle; 
her wrinkles, crinkles and her mottle.  
She rubs in a lotion 
then applies a potion; 
if a little won't, maybe a lot'll....

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The Coffee Mug

Conspicuous trails 
Of coffee gone dry on mug
Hot and fresh no more
Cling like those few memories 
That mottle life's ceramic !


Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak, 2017
31st January 2017...

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Rising up against the voices
That so try to mottle you
Silent soul virtue cries aloud courses
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Peace stands in me so hues
My light shines bright
I am the sight, the sound so found
I am Elohim’s created light


2/14/24
For Bilocation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker 
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My light was dark and cold
til you came in the door,
then time fell through the floor.
To you my soul I've sold,
The price I'll pay, untold.
My heart you'll soon restore.

Til then my hope so true
is our similitude.
As life we mottle through,
I'll share myself with you
in life's short interlude.
Then death we will exude.

For you my only plea,
are you my destiny?


08/31/15...

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I do not sing or dance or model
I do not ring or prance or coddle
I do not ding or chance or swaddle
I do not cling or glance or toddle
I do not sling or lance or mottle.

I play with words, and drink my water.
I laugh at life, and visit with my daughter.
I draw my cartoons, and enjoy my art.
I enjoy my grandchildren, they are my heart.
I spend time with my husband, we are rarely apart....

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It ducks and dives
bouncing through the air
buzzing for it's life
free without care;
now disappeared a silence,
can't see it anywhere
a mass of confusion
It could be over there?

As elusive as it is scheming,
the lord of all flies,
Who leaves me screaming,
"Why are you so wise?!"
Incognito, always in disguise
It' colour deceitful a deep blue mottle
A skydiver, a rocket, that's Mr. Bluebottle....

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