Short Piqued Poems
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Disguised as a horse,
Walked the rim of the track
Stepping onto the hippodrome
There was no turning back
Zeus, piqued by this folly
Turned proud steed into donkey
At the wire annoyed spectators
Might think him an ass?
Oh Meaty Peaks!
Oh meaty peaks adorn-ed on her lips,
Why do you cheeky mountains there exist?
You spoil the smooth mottled flip-flops,
Of canines' drooping moistened chops...
Oh spikes of flesh, you've piqued my interest!
the dust of their shoes
stirring a piqued interest -
……perusals profit
©10/26/2018
Haiku-Senryu- Writing Challenge October 2018- Poetry Contest
contest sponsor – Dear Heat a.k.a. Broken Wings
Limerick : Once Hillbilly Bumpkin came to town
Once Hillbilly Bumpkin came to town
Citizens mocked this no-make-up clown
She hitched ride on red bus
To Piqued-Silly-Circus
And there let drop (her) feathered eiderdown.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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.
signal of approaching cataclysm?
we can't see the gauntlet
it's past the cunning poison
a villain of his own timeline
piqued by an illiquid New Moon
Level 2 risk for severe stratagems
Earth braces for an apocalyptic slap
this time it could break
Compare and contrast
the use of symbolism and imagery
in the following two poems
by Gerald McDumb Bell
The test question piqued my interest at first
the poet's name and all
After glancing at the poems, though
I doused them in wood alcohol
Piqued my soul
Carnival playing
Visiting
Honor hold
Wishing for happiness free
Piercing heart
Playing card
Proving other death
Falling down
Seeing more
Taken it all for granted
Hurting heart
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Nette Onclauds contest ~Share a Shadorma~
High and Tight – for contest
His soldier stood up – ramrod stiff
when he caught the first sensuous whiff
piqued his passion to plunder
scented cheese from down under
sweet downstairs aroma of Quiffe.
4/256/2015
submitted to – LIMERICK CONTEST
sponsor – Jan Allison
Azure huddle
within prairie dog sight
betwixt and between hunts
delicate smells
summer gentles
taste of daylight
fur and finery
preening for mate
his interest piqued
every movement purposed
pirouettes his love song
green meadow smiles
chatter, twirl
a romance in the making
URBANE DISDAIN
Rapier wit, persiflage and banter
In repartee, an eloquent out-flanker
Faced with insult, virulence and rancour
His response could not be ‘insoucianter’
When attacked or critiqued
He will not be piqued
Smooth as whisky antique:
These - his words cool and sleek
“You’ve a face like a snapper,
Your sister’s a slapper,
Your mother is built like a tanker”
.
CUPID’S SIN
gown of midnight blue
twinkling stars regale her neck
her hair ~ a cocoa moon
her red-lip kisses ~
cupid’s arrows hit bullseye
man’s collar askew
and spectacles piqued ~
his magnifying glasses
tremble at her form
married man’s weak pulse
she smiles like a shooting star
his knees venerate
forgotten promise
price of Cupid’s escapade?
paid with wedding ring
12/13/2017
‘Intimate gathering’
advertised
Curiosity piqued...
poked my head in
~ cozy canoodling
__________________
'Ran it up the flagpole'
(to see if it would fly)
was an overused ploy
from the advertising
world of the 1950's
and 60's.
I woke up early this morning
And didn’t know what day it was
Until I walked to the kitchen
And spotted my pill dispenser
Sitting on the oaken table
Placed there by my loving wife
Before my angel left for work;
Looking at the seven day-marked
Cells just piqued me at that moment:
To think at this phase of my life
A pill box was my calendar.
I looked at the empty cells marked
“S”, “M” and “T” and realized
This morning has to be Wednesday.
I woke up early this morning
And didn’t know what day it was
Until I walked to the kitchen
And spotted my pill dispenser
Sitting on the oaken table
Placed there by my loving wife
Before the angel left for work;
Looking at the seven day-marked
Cells just piqued me at that moment:
To think at this stage of my life
A pill box is my calendar.
I looked at the empty cells marked
“S”, “M” and “T” then realized
That this morning must be Wednesday.
Living precariously through another side of herself
Muse parades her newest ideas into the writer's brain stem
But wait! There is nothing else up there. Does this seem right?
Body pops a pill, hoping to conjure up something.
What are we trying to prove here? Imagination asks.
Piqued that Imagination is trying to goal set, Muse thinks a bit.
Then runs flat out in the direction of fantasy land,
Hoping to get a glimpse of the coyotes before she soars off the cliff.
the spring peeper people
slowly shhhhhh as
dawn's curtain begins
lightly lighting the day's
stage
various birds word
greeting the new
not knowing the last
to chirp was to be
the stadivarius
cricket
amongst some thickets
rosening his bow
legged legs
resounding proudly to
take the last bow
in a feverish fit of some
sort of Paganinish fervor
even the sun was piqued
and took a peek for
at the melodic
peak as bowed wood
would do so
did he a
finale of
flames
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