Short Peek Poems
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Lived a sly lady of Mozambique
who seductivly offered a peek.
Men paid her a buck
but were out of luck.
What they saw was totally oblique.
Etched between two pines
shaven mountain crest
Beneath benchmarker
lined tombstones
Through my little fingers I'd peek
When I was a kid I would freak
Watching wicked witch melt
Frightful fear I then felt
That I wouldn't bathe for a week!
In his shirt of bright yellow nylon,
Nicky hung, with his curious eye on
A pool he bent over,
Cool water enclosure
Still, he's well-dressed with his smile on.
With the glut of sounds fixed within the book of expressions
I cause the dearth in mine carve ‘pon slip for the eager to ponder
A poet compelled yet tactful with scribe as a view thru scrim
Time to pen the last poem of the week
Six days of verse -- enough! It's rest I seek
Time for prayer and praise, and the magic of a peek
At the Sabbath Queen, unveiling Heavenly mystique
Used to be a handsome young fellow you know
Girlies flocked round to see my parts down below
Being quite discreet
Charged for each peek
Soon became wealthy with a whole harem to show
Listen to poem:
peek
a boo
I
see you
hiding there
behind
the
tree trunk.
For your hair
blows out streaming
in the wind
reaching
out
beyond
the tree's bark.
It flicks
like
a flag
flaps
Let's just us two take a peek
at a river, lake or creek.
Look at that beaver, full of tricks,
building a dam from sticks.
See the little frog who's hopping mad.
Why not? The beaver ate his lily pad.
What good is a dog when there's already bark on the trees
Though a tree won't scare away any thieves ...
Why does my intended play peek-a-boo with me
Will our little game of love ever set the world free
There was something
I wanted to see
And that I always
Tried to see
Then one day
I got a peek
Now I wish
I had not seen
For it was not
At all as I thought
And it was better
Left unseen
as the robin sits
his head bobs up and down so
peEk a boo’s with worm
~
his slimy body
the worm wiggles back and forth
peEk a boo’s the bird
7/28/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Find the love or else pure pain
Second loss; first is gain
Am I afraid of a devil in me?
Almost driven to crazy!
Or maybe there's an angel inside
Don't push down or try to hide!
Focus on one of the two
One is happy; other blue
These fallon pelicans, given pre-eminence amid this world it's moment in time
Deceptive, their worthless plumes; fixations weaving in and out, hellionistic hues
Led by the prince of what soon shall be, what was; your waning dreams ? Romulus.
Form:
To you I profess care,
True or untrue rests in you fair,
What runs inside you I know not rare?
But surely did not come in a moment thread-bare.
At and all times like this,
To allay all shackles,
That, with hope, does not express by pyre.
Form:
A shy sun
plays peek-a-boo
with clouds,
its face obscured
behind banks of mist.
Inked in shades
of grey,
clouds gather
like stray
sheep, forced to
forever
graze on barren skies,
while their melancholy
tears
morph into raindrops.
Shy sun is playing peek a boo as she hides behind the blushing moon
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17-syllables checked with how many syllables
4/3/18
< coniferous tree
playing peek a boo .... shuffle
candid smiles glisten
{ Christmas }
Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Haiku Contest
G.L. All
“I am going to peek out the foxhole!” The squirrel told his troop.
“Don’t call it that!” screeched Finicky Farlane, spilling his soup.
Seriously, it is called that for real, Finicky, said Sergeant McBeal.
They should rename it then, Farlane said, spilling the rest of his meal.
Breathe in the sun
while breathing in the sun
and the sun breathes her in
lost in wrinkles in her lips
death get a new job
Gentle as a lentil
Delicacy wears her
no one turns her command
In her presence can hardly stand
Looking at the fading universe
how can it be
you see me
Cat-and-mouse
Gloves held high
Can't see you
Peek-a-boo
Gloves held high
Block every punch
Can't get through
Peek-a-boo
Drop your guard
One split second
BAM POW SMASH
A knock-out beckons
It's cat-and-mouse
Move those feet
Then my jaw
~ Your fists greet
Tell me, you
whom my
heart desires
Voice of my
eyes
Betray my
heart
Our prized
secret
My eyes, a
reflection
o'my dream
To mend the
seam,
To heal your
heart,
And soothe
its hurt
Dive and
drown in
their pool
ever,
Keep you in
e'er,
Without a
fight
All through
the night
White clouds slowly turning dark as if flavored coffee dribbled
from above.
Winds of the unknown blew fiercely thru almost bare trees.
Crackling noise of an angry cloud Is heard in the distant
sky.
Is hope destroyed?
An unbelievable pause in despair.
The sun comes out for the briefest moment in time.
It says "I am still here, behind the clouds."
The sun is playing peek-a-boo.
It warms me when it’s out,
But when it hides behind the clouds,
A chill shows off its clout.
I much prefer the sunshine’s rays,
Which sink into my skin,
Reminding me that spring’s the season
We will soon be in.
Between the cotton puffs of cloud,
The sky’s a lovely blue,
Which darkens just a bit each time
The sun plays peek-a-boo.
Just a peek inside my window
there's a touch I let you be
a place with good intentions
come on in and set me free
You're the warmth upon my pillow
the mist held nearer my cheek
my moments brought in the ever after
you're the only angel that I seek
There's a candle on the mantel
burning bright so we can see
the other side of my moonlight
where your flickers dance for me