Short Nook And Cranny Poems
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Locked up in a hotel
stronghold, dog leash
dog pound
every nook and cranny downtown
don't high tale it to the gutter
six feet under in the ground
scraping of the soil
invasion of millipedes
unearthed by rakers ~
those roly poly critters
in every nook and cranny
9/6/2021
A Buggy Tanka
M.L. Kiser
A bucking mare that was named Annie
Liked kicking at each nook and cranny.
Since Young William was brave
He then mounted this nave,
Annie's hoof was found stuck in his fanny!
Once knew a brave fellow from Miami
His ability to leap tall buildings was uncanny
Going up was no sweat
Coming down posed a threat
His body filled every nook and cranny
A crook that liked to search every nook and cranny
In the process he would pinch every women’s fanny
He was shocked one day
And gave it up straight away
When he found his granny was rather manly
DISCOVERY
Every nook and cranny I must comb
In my school bus, at the end of the ride
And I found her nestled under the seat
Now my thorough search was complete
I asked if she was alright, then she cried
It seems she was scared of going home
Love barbs singed my heart, churning feelings of revulsion, flying topsy turvy in every nook and cranny in the heart that once whisked feelings in which I basked with hope, delight and anticipation.
Fed up I wanna break
Free of the shell I now elect
To wrap, cast in my past.
Facing my other
Your breath strokes my face
Gentle whispers across nose and chin
See every line and crinkle
Shared pillow
Helps to hold our embrace
I see every nook and cranny
Slowly I breath out
To share the breath
Of our early morning embrace
Truly we are not to admire while on duty
But irresistible is your beauty
Very scarce in our community
How can you be this beautiful
Physical assets you have them in full
By letting you go I will be a fool
Searching the nook and cranny
No one can be compared to you
For your specie is rare
Mr.Cock and Ms. Bull tied the knot on Sunday night
When the guests departed they were spoiling for the fight
They scouted every nook and cranny
In search of argument if there any
In a kerfuffle they kicked the bucket once in a blue moonlight
Do I keep house, or does it keep me?
I try to clean where all can see.
It’s the dirt that is underneath
That often I leave for another to see,
And for me to grieve.
Dust and dirt in a home will not go away,
Though you look at it long and hard.
You just have to get busy and sweep and clean
Each nook and cranny,
And then the yard…
coloured sonatas
in every nook and cranny
splashed by unschooled spring
March 31, 2016
Any Poem # 38
Poet Destroyer A
There was once a light
it could see every nook and cranny
of an inner soul
sensing how their candle went out
and would light theirs again
as if they were the sun
time blew the fire away
and now
darkness is the new light
nothing can be felt
not a single shred of hope
so the wick was severed
and it will never set light again forever
You know that they are many
And you’re asking ‘if any?’
Those who could kill for Penny
For it search Nook and Cranny
You know that they are heady
And for lynching The Ready,
For every touched property
And The Thief of Puberty
And just there - Pubic Hair
Making The Theft Quite Unfair …
A Poverty of Ideas
By Man who Poverty fears!
8/14/17
Up in the air
Here, there, everywhere
All around
Way down in the ground
Inside and outside of any town
Amid each valley
Within any alley
In every nook and cranny
At a standstill or on the go
High and low
Far and wide
On either side
Throughout the land
And beyond what we've been able to understand
The world over
At places higher and lower
Silent Presence
each day
he follows her
about her rounds
head bowed
humble as a monk
a silhouette
silent as a shadow
one step behind
probing nook and cranny
where the small things lie
silent presence
loyal companion and guide
ready when summoned
to look for what couldn’t be found
and nod to a question
without an answer
no need to look
or listen for a sound
for he is always
one step behind
I- Inspector T inspects the place.
N- Nook and cranny is what catches his eye.
S- Suspecting every element in this room can take time.
P- People mostly don't follow this.
E- Even his colleagues can get carried away.
C- Cases like this should be taken seriously.
T- That is why the inspector does his job.
O- Orderly, organized, and ornate is his style.
R- Rusty as it seems, it gets him to find the important clue.
Old king’s granny was Fitzgerald’s nanny
She found him in every nook and cranny
Fritz- Fitzgerald’s dog
A rapscallion rogue
Went straight to the king and cried out "zany"
granny/Limerick/ (C) Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 21 November 2014
Every step I take
It’s your footprint I see
Every breath I inhale
Is filled with your scent
Like a symbiotic nutrition
Your shadow creeps behind me
Every nook and cranny
Is filled with memories of you
Spell bound I am left
My hearts arrested
And my thoughts captivated
Awaiting a pounce ready ‘piranha’
Your closeness to my proximity
Makes my heart skip *flutterously*
A million times faster
Because I still love you
Who luckily meets kids at home,
When they start to places roam
Or start arranging for Rome
To her nook and cranny comb,
Hopefully glimpse her Underground Gnome
Or try Rome’s own Cycles of Chrome?
Whoever jams kids at home,
Who by nature at a boring home
Begin to in their mouths foam?
Soon out for architectural sand and loam
To mount The Flat-Shaped and Dome
While worried or dumped parents at home
Rage and don’t fail to foam.
I wanna read your mind
I wanna get inside every nook and cranny
of your gray matter
dissect your every wise thought and desire
Not in a malicious way, no
but just so I can know
what makes you tick
what percolates through your mind when we talk
I shouldn't be upset and I shouldn't be confused
but your mind perplexes me
I want to translate your words into something palpable
if you hear desperation in my voice
you are mistaken
for if knowledge is power
I want to exercise some power over you
Chase not what was autumn time,
Its vibrant colors that had once adorned.
Now fades away as the winter mourns.
But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.
Across valley deep over moors and hill,
The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.
Through nook and cranny and frame of door,
With breath of ice like steel.
Ice maid for you enchant us so,
As you lay your cloak of winter down.
Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns,
Vestige remnants of the year now go.
© N Windle 2009
Form:
YUCK
I know we are supposed to love them
all creatures great and small
I know God had a reason
when he created those that crawl
even those that creep and flit
are part of a master plan
filling every earthly niche
in air, in water, on land
but Lord in your mighty scheme
please tell me in what mood
as you perused your work
and saw that it was good
inspected every nook and cranny
touched every leaf and twig
prompted you without a glance
to invent the pesky earwig.