Short Nimbly Poems

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FISHING POEMS


    
         Poems swim in my sea
  They are light fish, I seek them nimbly...
      I hardly manage to catch them!


The Chickadee

Dancing nimbly on the boughs

His song insouciant and joyous

Feathers resplendent with colour

Dappled with the paling light

Premium Member Neuron

Nucleus at our core 
Nerve cell that enables 
Naked, excitable 
Nimbly magnetising
Nourishing mind-body
Nonchalant yet vibrant 
Neglect at your peril
Form: Pleiades

Premium Member Radioactive Stars

As Balmy Comets Dazzle, Exhaling Fragranced Gold; Haloed In Jasmine Kisses~ Lyrical Moon Nimbly Orchestrates Peace, Quenching Radioactive Stars, To Unwed Vain Woes; Xylophones Yield Zephyrs.
Form: ABC

Mainyu's Refrain

Innervation kidnapped reality
Stark vibes nimbly scoured verity
From the hands of universality
Innervation kidnapped reality
At the forefront of totality
Paradise delivered clarity
Innervation kidnapped reality
Stark vibes nimbly scoured verity
Form: Verse


Premium Member Ode To a Squirrel

On a gray
November day
I watched a squirrel
at his play.

So nimbly
around the tree
his dance was lovely
wild and free.

Towards the sky
on branches high
with winged feet
he seemed to fly.

Poor earthbound me
wished I could be
as graceful
as was he.
Form: Quatrain

Vagabonds

Verdigris on bronze viv
anchors in mud’s delta.
Grim steps keep going…
A strange fear: the sea,
biting like thorny scrub…
On salty tears, a rodeo
nimbly rides, life’s pain
death-dusting the land…

Still seeking a fortress?

(12/30/20: ’98 Carver Mariner 350 DMS)

Mr. Enigma

Fingers nimbly tapping his
heart onto the page
a rich tapestry of heartache
gentleness and rage

perceptions that astound me
engaging my soul
first one way, then another
a fall down the rabbit hole

who is this gifted writer
who speaks in shortened lines
tap tap tapping out his magic
til my heart he entwines
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member look don't touch'd it

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                                 yesss
                   hern purty sat nimbly
                                in hern
                      sky blue strapless
                                  tube
                          az mine eyne
                        tip-toe'd to thuh
                                  edge

Passion's Song

I play my song on lute and flesh;
Fingers nimbly strumming along.
My voice sings out with bated breath-
Cries and whispers, the siren song.

My lover joins me in the duet,
Our tempo is sweet and slow.
Together we play passion's song
A tune learned long ago.

A melody of exquisite magic--
It rarely sounds the same.
Pray you to can join in singing the song
Known as Love by name.

Untitled

wearisome is the ardent wine, 
icy corridors
we sooty birds descend nimbly into nests
high in drear corridors, collecting leafy glisten

among the psychotic-seeming industry
and throng of souls' bitter rinds.
i, tunneled roots, blackened bark clinging
feebly peel away, reveals then
what teething bishops sung.

a petty triumph of marrow... boxcars and
 boxcars clangin' fertile to the 
fallen ladders
sad

The Chef

I peel you slowly.
Inch by inch.
Hands stutter, then
Nimbly uncinch.
First bite of flesh tight
And unyielding.
Slowly tenderize.
The salts are for curing.
You simmer slow.
Acid tang briefly
Taints the tongue –
Aromatic, you are like
Jasmine rice.
Just inhaling your slow roast
Salivates.
Slowly knead and
Rise.
Behold my baking – 
Mine for the taking.  
Throat wants to sing –
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm………………………………………….
Form:

Boy

She nimbly entered his room,
He was there all alone,
All two feet of him,
His chubby cheeks shone in the sunlight,
As his little thick arms,
Gesticulated to pick toys,
His legs wanted to be on move,
But he had not learnt to walk,
He was happy and so was she,
She watched him in parental pride,
Admiring his each move,
He appeared so innocent and fragile,
She would have been transfixed there for long,
However he started to cry.

Captivating Chapters

"Every day is a page to write a new story"

Each minuscule grain of sand
   running rampant through
     hourglass' prismatic time
  at hand, awaiting life's resolve 
   to seize a brand new adventure,
like the dickens' nimbly flair
  enthusiastically captivating chapters
      of a poetically inspired existence 
   amidst everyday's triumphantly 
             conquered reawakening 




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Premium Member Ode To a Gym Teacher

Ode To A Gym Teacher

Amid brassiere and derrière
She strives to put her clothes on.
Her panties there, stockings here 
The rest of it, she throws on.

At the mirror, shining bright
She struggles with her powder.
She holds her place with main and might
As others try to crowd her.

How can she dress so nimbly 
In but five minutes of an hour?
The question’s answered simply:
She did not take a shower.


Barbara Dickenson
August 1966

Premium Member Emma

Emma

No cheek was there, ere so fair, nor morning breath so cool
Red ribbons in her long blonde hair, eyes shining as bejewelled

With movement gently delicate, graceful as a swan
Her mind so nimbly intricate, a smile for everyone

Her spoken word, mellow and light, her voice as soft as sleep
The stories that she told each night, she said, were mine to keep

I saw her grow from babe in arm, as life began to weigh
Blessed with every worldly charm, to woman of today
Form: Couplet

Premium Member The Bee

Yellow and black and not too fast
Whilst sniffing a flower The Bee ?? flew past
Gender unknown and nimble he was
Collecting pollen a must at any cause
Rainy or sunny cloudy or bright
The Bee ?? flying nimbly landing ever so light
Flowers and plants all sweetness was his
Sweeping in gently to give them a kiss
I proudly watched The Bee ?? from afar
Jealous and wishing that I was a fleur
To feel of his touch how gentle and light
No fear at all The Bee ?? would feel right.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Maestro

I drink the nectar of your fingers
as they nimbly move from note to note.
They stop from time to time or run slow
with an air of deliberation.
Emotion pours forth as spirit wine
from expression wooing the senses.
Feeling the vibrations from the chord
resonating between heart and hands,
I languish, jealous of your talent.
The piano is your friend, chosen
as your friend chooses you,
from loyalty and admiration.
You are why the piano exists.
When you go It will not be fulfilled.

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