Short Nipping Poems
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Copper face
Codfish leaping
From your
Plate
Nipping at
The edge of
The sweet
Blue moon
Ascending
Back to
The eternal
Dark wine sea
A night came by in it’s sweet prime,
My scattered brains nipping at those lights.
Standing amidst thousand horns,
Yet I feel like a soundless moron.
snow falling softly a sign of winter's warmth
frost nipping ever nose
cheeks cherry red like wine
kids playing furiously
dashing and dancing
snow angels galore
Painful cracked heel
Wolf nipping at the entrance
Axe waiting to fall.
(January 11, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Whiteness falling whirling white
in the crisp hushed winter's bite.
Nipping flakes light the dark night
that gathers on window pane.
Evening's moon begin to wane,
relaxing by candlelight.
9/4/2017
Seagulls saunter the shoreline, nipping at scraps of dead fish
Hunters and gatherers will soon have more than a bellyful
Gils choked by the black tar and oiled wings await Gulf sea life
At times love making is like an avalaunch
But I say it's like a day at the park for a jaunt
Who's this guy kidding
As bits of flesh I'd be nipping
At the slightest glimpse of bits you do flaunt
Jesus may have been the first
or last human being;
the rest of us following
or reluctantly being rounded up.
A vision of a winding file of us all
entering that Door one by one,
angelic sheepdogs nipping at our heels.
all is well, all is well
we are in ineffable peace
in tranquil, time stretched stillness
then an ego ripple surreptitiously arises
scarring the very fabric of our soul
watch all thoughts oh hermit
nipping them in the bud
Rose
Red, Sweet
Attracting, Blooming, Blossoming
Beauty, Fragrance, Coloration, Bouquet
Biting, Nipping, Piercing
Sharp, Pointed
Thorn
like locusts
swarming innocent crops
in their prime
we likewise slaughter
our fields of dreams
as well as moral pride—
idle consciousness
impervious to the nipping
of the shoots
of chosen buds of youth
trounced
in the fields of our streets.
Comical how the squirrels are frolicking
In the leaves that have covered the ground
At least a dozen of them merrily rollicking
Nipping and chasing each other all around
Their eager playfulness is so astonishing.
Written October 3, 2022
Beneath a moonlit black velvet sky
Where scarlet leaves from the Maple fly
On November’s wind and breathless sighs
And a lone coyote’s distant cry
You and me where hints of winter lie
Frost nipping our toes as autumn dies
I am warmed by the love in your eyes
Time is relentless,
Crating the future,
Consuming the Past,
Only now is,
The space we live in,
Is what we own,
But if only for a short moment,
As we move thought space,
Time is nipping at our heals,
Just as the darkness will find us,
And claim our time and space.
A gentle breeze
Resonates me
At heartstrings,
Sets a quiver
Of emotions,
Quaffs all my
Grief,
Nipping life
Into me,
Retreads my
Rambunctious self,
A gentle breeze,
A keepsake,
Is dainty
And compatible,
Jiggles and
Evokes aspirations,
Exhilarates ,
A zephyr !!
Drifter, vagabond
On the run from his phantom
Nipping at his heels
Shadow in the night
Slipping through the crevices
Of his own two minds
Past the rolling hills
Splashing ‘cross the black river
Into the new world
Men with winged shoulders
Gliding through the mystic clouds
Mutants rapt in smog
Thoughts not so quick, as mindful eye
Nipping them in the bud
Desires decry before heart’s sigh
Lest fears stain soul in blood
Double-check, doublethink
Before ego can blink
Love’s indelible ink
Jiu-jitsu trick
Thoughts not so quick
22-November-2021
Quietus
Wind, what’s the rush?
Why the huff,
Why the puff
Like the wolf
From
The Three Little Pigs,
Muffling my ears
With “Pfffhhhh…..”,
Nipping my cheek,
Sushing the bird and
Bending that tree into a whistle
Until it shrieks.
Restless, you bluster?....
When you are free to whorl
The entire world ‘round?
Small little Halle, Molly, and Dolly
full of mischief, puppy collies;
climbing over each other in their folly.
Snarling and growling, around in the yard,
while Reilly the Saint Bernard stands guard.
Reilly rolls onto its back, as they come hard
climbing all over, nipping and licking volley.
4/9/2021
trees fall down tonight
mornin comes-
residue resides along the sand,
salt air
a taste so fresh
it burns
crisp frost bite
nipping at my neck
how you would
your gaze penetrates
I look to the sky
asking why
the trees lose their leaves in winter
but keep them in the fall-
the air isn't all that much different
it isn't much different at all
snow ball icicles
angel man tunnel igloos
rains turn white droplets
snowy fluffy powder
pearls ivory frosty flakes
artists white canvas
cold frozen chairs
frigid chilled air nipping ears
hockey fans warm cheer
snow sums summits
cold air vapors fog mist
below zero temps
ice frost windowsill
snowy ivory chalk mounds
cast blank white canvas
Spring renews earth and all it holds
More green unfolds
Young ones at play
Life sings like jay
Summer spreads warm sunshine and heat
More lazy feet
Walks in the sand
Life gets sun-tanned
Winter brings frozen snow and ice
More of white spice
Nipping wind blows
Life simply slows
07.20.2021
For Joseph May's "12 lines in Rhyme" contest
Just having fun with words and free poetry - kind of like a free verse front/end acrostic-
W inds howling through prairie grasses Warning
I mpending snowfalls and hail will be Icing
N ightly with cold gripping hands, Nipping
T reetops, stripping them and Thieving
E ventually erasing all color, whilst Etching
R ootless imprints 'til next season’s Rendezvousing
The young fawns are frolicking on the lawn,
nipping and jumping while they are at play
and the doe, with her patience, watches on.
If I remain quiet then they may stay.
I just love this view from my deck today.
The summer will be gone too soon I fear
and with it will go my visiting deer.
Francine Roberts 26/08/2011
for Dr. Rams "Rhyme Royal" contest
picture attached
The roaring tides of raging seas
Pave the way for man’s miseries
The simple things we try to hide
Things we as man cannot abide
The things we try to leave behind
Only come back to us in kind
Nipping our heels and biting us
For we are not victorious
We fear the dark, but not the light
Yet we choose neither in this fight
All we need now is peace and love
To reach out to heaven above