Short Patted Poems

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Premium Member Grandmas Lap

she patted her apron
tiny boy crawled inside
she covered him up
hiding him from the cruel world
never letting him go
he was safe


Love, And Its Cultivating

Love, and its warm cultivating
Which continues on, dear
Started early.
In this patted, as tender held
If tickled for pet, true.
Pleased, purred softly.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Lump In My Jumper

A very sexy lady once took me aside Patted me on my enormous backside Said, lose some pounds And we'll go a few rounds But the lump in my jumper committed suicide
Form: Limerick

Premium Member A Pat On the Bum

Dined at an upscale steak house last night Served by a sweetie so charming and bright Made our evening And as we were leaving Patted her on the bum what great delight
Form: Limerick

Premium Member A Pat On the Bum

Frequented an upscale steak house last night Served by a sweetie so charming and bright Made our evening And as we were leaving Patted her on the bum much to MY delight
Form: Limerick


The Date

A date with a guy at the zoo
was great, til she went to the loo -
he patted her rear,
then wouldn't get near...
she'd sat in a dollop of poo.

written 5th February for Tania's limerick contest
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member A Lump In My Jumper

A very sexy lady once took me aside And patted me on my enormous backside Said, lose some pounds And we'll go a few rounds The large lump in my jumper I sure couldn't hide © Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Making My Days Delightful

snuggles from my dog, 
being patted down by my cat,
painting a canvas, 
dragons, faeries and mushroom houses
my grandchildren's laughter, hugs and smiles
mashed potatoes with homemade beef and noodles
These things make my days delightful
joy
Form: List

Moon's

This eye, owl-round, but more still
Own-bright, but more intense
This eye, eve's full woke highlights
And not commendably
Besides these, prey to that need
Racoon, fox true hunger's
This pet of men; man-patted
For cat. Now to chase free.
Form: Rhyme

Peter's Party

Peter put up potted plants on paths  and patted himself
Pasted posters on pitted  parts where people paid to pee
Praised and panned , through  pleas and plans, pots and pans he banned
Pipped  at the post in poles  and piqued, he put it all on press.

Premium Member Be Gentle With the Goldfish

Please be gentle with them! Mary Lou’s mother had said.
Mary Lou took them out most carefully and patted their head.
They flipped and flopped weirdly for her mother’s favorite daughter.
Unfortunately no one told her goldfish need to stay in the water.
Form: Rhyme

Boy

In the vee of his legs the mud-thing sat
he patted it round then he patted it flat
leaning back with arms out straight
he gave serious thought to the mud-thing’s fate
swinging his arm straight past his head
he cleaved it in two and declared it dead.
boy
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member When I Was a Cat

When I was a cat I rubbed everyone with my face
scratching my whiskers against their ankles
I licked their feet with my rough tongue making them jump
I patted their tummies down with my claws out
Pretending I was not trying to hurt them
I miss these days.
cat

*****Sapien, Man

He stood erect.
I don't know
if he would have kissed his mate
     or patted his childrens' heads
when he set out from camp
     to procure food.
But they were happy
when he returned provisioned.
I bought him rice and tuna at Wal-Mart.
This is homelessness today.

Premium Member Cherry Night


                                        Cherry Night

An 
Astral 
Moonlit night
Sprawling ahead
In pin-drop silence
With a lustrous ether
Sparkling with shine of stars,
Patted by whispers of the breeze
In an invite to scan the sublime
And a lure to link up with the divine.
Form: Etheree

Premium Member She wore three foot tall high heels

she wore heels that were three feet tall
no longer small, no longer small
men backed away, when she came to town
intimidated, their faces swiftly went down

she passed a giraffe and patted his head
I had bed head too, he told his bunkmate Fred
Her ponytail is seen above the rooftops today
Stilt-like heels give her a view of people six blocks away
Form: Rhyme

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Grandma, the little girl said
Where do we go when we’re dead?
           We go with God up in heaven
            She told the young girl of seven
And gently patted the top of her head.

Then my goldfish who died I can say
Is with God up in heaven today
            Little brother yelled no
             I know that ain’t so
Cause I saw mommy flush him away!
Form: Limerick

Compliment Or Insult

She wasn’t sure
If he had paid her
A compliment or an insult,
When he patted her posterior
And called her a bubble butt...

Wikipedia states: "Bubble butt" has at least two connotations, which are at odds with each other: either a small, round and firm pair of buttocks resembling a pair of soap bubbles next to each other, or a large rear end, seemingly about to burst from the strain.
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Christmas Colt Meets Kittens

Christmas colt felt pawing at his feet
I am being patted down he told his mama.
She said, “Those are kittens, aren’t they sweet?”
Not when they get older, said a knowing llama.

Christmas colt thought they were adorable, fun too.
He shook out his foot and he said, “hello you!”
The kittens were excited, they played around his feet.
He agreed with his mama that kitties are pretty sweet.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Am Still Becoming

I am not who I was,
but not yet who I will be.
I am clay that breathes,
still soft in His hands.

Moulded, patted, pressed—
a dance,
not forced,
but gently guided.

Shaping my steps forward,
sweeping the ones left behind,
holding me upright
in the moment that is now.

I am not who I was,
but not yet who I will be.
I am still becoming—
everything You see me as,
and everything I want to be.

Work With Love

A work not done by heart is equal to scarlet thing. 
Ornament adored corpse, life doesn't bring.

 A donkey bathed with holy water wise it will not be
Decorated abandoned house happy it will not be

Patted food over stomach will not satisfy hunger  
Wax statues, body replica, not the power of thinker 

Fresh water added vodka a potion for drowsing
A work not done by heart is equal to scarlet thing
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Snuff Puff Fluff Stuff

The day he could not find his snuff
Grandpa got out his iron cuff
Grandma brought him an omelet puff
Delightful, cheesy, with some fluff

I do not want to be so gruff,
Grandpa said in kind of a bluff.
But I have truly had enough
Of grandchildren taking all my stuff.

Grandma put down her foxy ****
Patted his hands. They were so rough.
I do not blame you for your huff.
Babysitting is rather tough.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Nature's Comforting Arms

Written: September 02, 2023 ________________________________________________________________ Golden beams caress Nature's touch, web of cosmos~ Warm sun is my life Glorious soft loop It offers wordless concord~ Whispers bind and heal Caring hands caress Feelings sparkle beyond words~ An embrace of soul Whispers in the wind I patted my tangled hair~ A hug reveals where
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member aunt Edna conjures up a Man

Aunt Edna’s cauldron was full of elixir green and high
I’m making myself a date, a wonderful, attentive guy.
The rest of us snickered at her unusually clever wit.
But in a few hours she had created a man named Chit.

Chit was the perfect date; he laughed at every joke.
Patted her back when he thought she might choke.
Kept quiet unless Aunt Edna squeezed his head.
Make me one too said her sister, I’ll call him Ted.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Paradise Tree Love

Beautiful tree of paradise,
Full of generous ginger spice.
Rainbow silence is twice as nice.
Fluttering leaves glittering twice.

Eyes gently close in this pretty place.
All consternation off her face.
Hypnotized in this reverent space.
Heartfelt love for paradise trace.

Soothing branches of paradise.
Bursting with tasty ginger spice.
Slathered with silence once or twice.
Filled with songbirds, and patted thrice.
Form: Monorhyme

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