Short Niggling Poems
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A badly crazed, disgustingly earnest feline
grossly, haughtily, ignorantly judges kangaroos,
losing many niggling oppressed pumas
quietly reserving skunks to understand
very wayward x-rays, you Zebras.
Building
tension from a
niggling tickle inside
my desirous heart when you stroll
through the depths of my haunted memories
in what had been then, or could be,
as I seek forgiveness,
tension slowly
building.
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By David Kavanagh
Near almond trees in fragrant bloom
she sits. The sun and breeze
her tender fragile heart illume
and niggling doubts appease.
Her mind now crystal clear
she can forgive; give ear
to reason without fear.
She breathes at ease
near almond trees.
Tomorrow will come; I know it will
yet, unfailingly, I doubt it still.
I lack faith to close my eyes without
a small niggling element of doubt;
that maybe I'll never see next morn,
or that perhaps I am not yet born.
But one fear is there I cannot bear;
that I awake and you are not there.
injured iguanas ignite interest in Indonesia’s injuries
Jubilant jackals joyfully joined January jealous juries
kind-hearted kangaroos kindled koala’s kaleidoscopic kin
large luxurious lions lollygagged in London lamented Lynn
marinated mongooses marveled at Marauder’s mini-Monday
Naysayers need not negate necessary niggling notes of nay.
Faced with the truth one can feel bruised,
dejected, cut down and confused.
Wanting to rewind the past
hoping the feeling won’t last.
Not able to swallow or to believe
that niggling feeling, that just won’t leave.
The day is the same no object in disarray.
Routine has not changed and night has turned to day.
Standards obscured, puzzled and sad,
crossing my fingers, praying it’s a fad,
Distraction temporarily soothes the ache,
but will it prevent the final heartbreak?