Short Nimbly Poems
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Poems swim in my sea
They are light fish, I seek them nimbly...
I hardly manage to catch them!
Dancing nimbly on the boughs
His song insouciant and joyous
Feathers resplendent with colour
Dappled with the paling light
Nucleus at our core
Nerve cell that enables
Naked, excitable
Nimbly magnetising
Nourishing mind-body
Nonchalant yet vibrant
Neglect at your peril
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.
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
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.
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)
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
.
yesss
hern purty sat nimbly
in hern
sky blue strapless
tube
az mine eyne
tip-toe'd to thuh
edge
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.
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
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:
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.
"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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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
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
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.
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.