Short Palpitate Poems
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Why I am so slow?
I think you should know
I meditate, cogitate, contemplate,
Yes, and then I will even palpitate
Before I let go!
At the check out I did a double take,
when I saw them my heart did palpitate,
Popeye the sailor,
Olive enamored,
Bluto stalking Olive wanting a date.
11-6-16
All you need is a hate story
Fake or true to get people started
Hearts palpitate
Voices so loud and wild, you can hardly understand a word
Mouths full of hate, the one thing they are trying to fight
Groups forming, out of hate, powered by hate
With a hidden mission of hate
May God help us
Form:
A smooth and soft,
A cheerful and lovely,
Like a red rose,
Her smile was knocking,
My conscientious
That was toxicating,
And mind likes to talk,
As she was a toy girl.
Praising for her new dress,
Her jewellery and appearances,
Her walking steps,
Started to palpitate,
A fly with my dreams,
As a butterfly,
Enjoying fragrance,
In a warmth glimmering world.
Huddled seagulls fearlessly, serenely
nap early ignoring calamity;
dark offers safety generously...
night arrives silently, mysteriously.
This lighthouse's brilliance constantly
lures captains avoiding distraction,
but hastily captivated: ambition
and desire palpitate intensely.
Entered in nette onclaud's contest,
" The Lighthouse "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 9/24/2014
Stage is set
Participants in place
A wolf moon smiles
Bright stars palpitate
Roses in a garden
Lovers sitting on a bench
Hand sending messages
Lips kissing to undress
Bodies on fire
Temperature’s hot
A voice sweetly caressing
Baby don’t stop
Owl hoots Whoo Whoo
Squirrel’s a little bit shy
Scenes of Spring magic
On the screens of our lives
they palpitate and stir,
spurn and sneer,
over steeps and peaks,
through time and space,
then fall-
bleeding out
like a double death
of creatures so vast,
they stamp out the sun.
somewhere there are tornadoes
spinning and thrusting
across the plains.
somewhere a thunderstorm dies.
somewhere I'm begging a stranger
to assault me-
just so I can remember what it's
like to be touched.
O the agonies of love!
Such glorious storms of rapture and despair
How I palpitate at the power of loves splender
and swoon under the tenderness of loves touch
O what joy and sweet surrender…….
I am filled with ceaseless longing
Only for love to turn and rend my heart in two
and plunge me helplessly tumbling
into the very depths of despair!
But love rises from the smoldering embers
of my pain and rekindles once again love’s tender flame
Slow and drowsy
Throughout the garden
From one scent to another
Fluttering here and there
Dizzy and groggy
Haphazardly
They stumble
Barely bumbling
They dance with feeble wings
They flit and hover
The way they palpitate
Buzzing in the cool autumn air
Taste testing late bloomers
Under that late September sun
They perform most graciously
Their final waltz of the year
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~BYGONE DAYS OF SUMMER~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020