Short Nuzzle Poems
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how may mind distinguish
nuances of heart’s emotes
the caress
the cocoon
the nuzzle
of love in love with love
engaged between lovers
bristling wee hedgehog
out on an evening of mirth
crunch,crunch everywhere
nose gently nuzzle
going slowly through spun gold
sun kiss autumn leaves
Autumn in the Village, 1939-45 by Marc Chagall
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Away from muse - past sins nuzzle a D-minor heart in life's autumn
Sensitivity's what gals hold dear
in guys. High on their lists: his career.
What is it for us'll
make us want to nuzzle?
High skirts, low blouses, hot lovin', cold beer.
Twitch, twitch - noses in constant action
Hop, pause, hop - bodies in flight preparation
Stand, timidly posed - awaiting in anticipation
Sniff, nuzzle - bunnies interacting with trepidation
Moving in the void of darkness
Our senses five at rest
We yet are vibrant in aliveness
As silence does us test
All we do is nuzzle the stillness
Content within our nest
03-August-2020
Moving in the void of darkness
Our senses five at rest
We yet are vibrant in aliveness
As silence does us test
All we do is nuzzle the stillness
Content within our nest
25-August-2020
Elephant Ears
Hanging low and voluminous too,
Try to hide them they do,
But always they show--
To fondle them, kiss them, nuzzle them,
Ich liebe "Elephante Ohren"...
It's a German term
7/29/'15
Not a smidge of chocolate in his kiss
still its sweet as honey, full of bliss
His heart has a beat that I can't miss
it tick tocks in me and I can't dismiss
the memory of His nuzzle kiss...
Creamy Thighs...
To slip between your creamy thighs..
to nuzzle at your breast
to feel your contented sighs
as your arms do me caress
the best of all the natural highs
with you i'm surely blest...
Don Johnson
This is my attempt at Haiku (I hope I got the rules right):
a soft thud again
silent approaching nuzzle
gentle purring fluff
Indian summer
the nuzzle of a fawn
as I doze
She stands, not defiantly
not with threats of maim.
She has trust and curiosity
as any babe would have.
She captured my heart
for one split second in time.
Then she was gone.
True story: October 2014
Remember the old saying, “a rhyme in time saves nine”
Now what could that mean, forget it I don't have the time
Life's too filled of puzzles
Wanna curl up and snuggle
Forget all that nonsense, live a life of sublime
© Jack Ellison 2015
Each whisker of your beard waves in the breeze towards me.
Each one is a whispering whisker saying to me
Come closer
Nuzzle your chin against mine
In time the whiskers lift my chin
To softly kissing
The whiskers direct it all
Good morning my love??
Form:
a razzmatazz sheen
the feel of silken softness -
petting ebony
you settle near me
small paws wrapped around my hand. . .
your lullaby purr
my happiness
when you nuzzle me. . .
can I be your catnip?
Two traditional haiku and a questionku
You should see my little pug.
He loves to play and sit on his rug.
He's quite a little guy
the apple of my eye.
He's so smart too
the things he does would amaze you.
He loves to nuzzle my neck and chin.
He is so sweet I can't help but grin.
My little pug
as snug as a bug.
Hercules (sweet and adorable)
6/04/14
I still miss her mystery, moments
when I'd wake beside her and
nuzzle her nape, hear her
breathing so softly, so sleek under
satin that sculpted her beautiful shape.
My days are now vacant,
evenings are empty with no one to hold,
to ponder and pattern ambitions
together once shared,
and now so far distant and cold.
I still miss her mystery, moments
when I'd wake beside her and
nuzzle her nape, hear her
breathing so softly, so sleek under
satins that sculpted her beautiful shape.
My days are now vacant,
evenings are empty with no one to hold,
to ponder and pattern ambitions
together once shared,
and now so far distant and cold.
I still miss her mystery, mornings
when I'd wake beside her and
nuzzle her nape, hear her
breathing so softly, so sleek under
satins that sculpted her beautiful shape.
My days are now vacant,
evenings are empty with no one to hold,
to ponder and pattern ambitions
together for ever, pale dreams
that are now so far distant and cold.
I still miss the mystery, mornings
when I'd wake beside her and
nuzzle her nape, hear her
breathing so softly, so sleek under
satin that sculpted her beautiful shape.
My days are now vacant,
evenings are empty with no one to hold,
to ponder and pattern ambitions
together for ever, pale dreams
that are now so far distant and cold.
I still miss her mystery,
mornings when I'd wake beside her
and nuzzle her nape, hear her
breathing so softly, so sleek under
satins that sculpted her beautiful shape.
Now my days are vacant,
evenings are empty with no one to hold,
to ponder and pattern ambitions
together for ever, pale dreams
that are now so far distant and cold.
I still miss her mystery, mornings
when I'd wake beside her and
nuzzle her nape, hear her
breathing so softly, so sleek under
satins that sculpted her beautiful shape.
Now my days are vacant,
evenings are empty with no one to hold,
to ponder and pattern ambitions
together for ever, pale dreams
that are now so far distant and cold.
I still miss her mystery,
mornings when I'd wake beside her
and nuzzle her nape, hear her
breathing so softly, so sleek under
satins that sculpted her beautiful shape.
Now my days are vacant,
evenings are empty with no one to hold,
to ponder and pattern ambitions
together for ever, pale dreams
that are now so far distant and cold.
I still miss her mystery, mornings
when I'd wake beside her and
nuzzle her nape, hear her
breathing so softly, so sleek under
satins that sculpted her beautiful shape.
My days are now vacant,
evenings are empty with no one to hold,
to ponder and pattern ambitions
together for ever, pale dreams
that are now so far distant and cold.
an icicle
drip, drip, dripping away
slips of spring
sunlight gleams
winter garb cast aside
petticoats flash
rays of gold
glistening on the glen
flicks of foxtails
mewling mouths
nuzzle at their mother
come spring
[“petticoats” in this instance are meant to signify
glistening white snow, hidden beneath gray snow banks,
and exposed suddenly by early spring sunshine.]