Short Precariously Poems
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A man is an animal
that stands,
and on two feet,
balancing precariously,
lifts the world above his head,
in belief
of
being God.
precariously
hangs fully dressed oak limb....
black birds run across lawn
The chill of autumn
Initiates spiral breath
Precariously
Buoyant upon frigid air
Penetrates the heart of mist.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Francesco was on his trapeze
Precariously swaying in the breeze
Suddenly he lost his grip
Off that trapeze, he did slip
Because he sneezed
The pocketbook
Thrown upon
The car seat
Hangs precariously
Unzipped
First attempt at
Gogyohka
Haven't a clue if correct
The witch’s hat
Mysterious are its powers
Fits precariously
Creates and eerie feel
While it is worn
Russell Sivey
Form Gogyoka
Precariously personable
Privately peeved
Parading pompously
Pronouncing pretty paragraphs
Possibly pretending pompousness
Poetic permanence
Powerfully
Performed
gas masks flung hither and yon
Rarely bother me
This one is different
placed precariously
diligently watching me
plotting my demise
planning my slow horrible death
I run off screaming
Balanced on a cusp precariously,
Trying to decide who I’d rather be,
Capricorn is sure and steady,
Aquarius, thoughtful and ever ready,
Yet neither one is really me.
**For the Zodiac Race**
More afraid and fearless
than I have ever been
precariously perched
upon the cusp of a dream
faith and swollen heart
clenched in either hand
with an eye on the tide
building castles in the sand.
circa 2006
Picture # 5
The rickety bridge hangs precariously
Over the river's troubled waters
Come all those adventurous souls
Explore the tree filled wild side
Each audacious spirit come here
Throw down the gauntlet
We live precariously
And vanish in the wind
Love may never conform
To our swollen expectations-
Titanic shifts emerge unseen
But where there is a seed
Love must always grow
Opening more beautiful lives
bent frames
smudgy lenses
precariously
resting on
an aristocratic
nose
unkempt!
the
baggy
sweatered
professor
exudes
leather chair
comfort
She taught me,
That life isn't about riding
in a roller coaster
with straight stainless rails.
rather,
It is riding in a roller coaster
precariously
with 360 degree turns,
ups and downs and rusty rails
that can snap
at any given moment.
With heart strings taut,
I am hanging on the edge of instinct,
precariously dangling far above,
the rocky sea of rejection,
whose undertow is strong and deep,
and the wind blows swiftly,
heart strings,
stretching, stretching stretching heart stings,
snap.
Anticipation
Expectations running high
Reality check
Living on the edge of hope
Balanced precariously.
Image Public domain
Charles Blondin.
(born Jean François Gravelet. 1824–1897)
Acrobat and tightrope walker.
She eats her lunch while precariously balancing herself on a line
None of us clearly know why, but she tells us it keeps her feeling fine.
Several ebony crows come by cawing, hemming, tooting and hawing.
But does she fall off? Not ever, she’s a professional, Witch G. Bawing.
Not coming, long gone,
Accused of loving,
Precariously balancing,
On a shelf, an oven.
Christians and atheists,
Will swap one day,
When people will sway,
To the music of anti-theists.
No bribery, no rues,
Just with love, trust,
And with a life lust,
We’ll get our dues.
the river dancer
smooth he is
all under currents
whirling eddies bow with flare
catch up the mind in wild despair
precariously steps along the crest
then soars across the rocks again
rattling, tumbling over the brink
into the silence of a pool to tarry
for a stillness... then gone
I stand on this ledge… Teetering back and forth on the edge…
I weave precariously, slipping on my tears…
I look to the heavens as I swallow my fears…
A warm breeze gently caresses my face…
There is no more time, and there is no space…
I stand with my arms over my head…
I am not alive, nor am I dead…
Crystal branches crack,
a sharp wintry orchestra,
flowing through the air.
Light cascades on snow,
diamonds falling from the sky,
meet the shining earth.
Icicles hanging,
precariously balanced,
show beauties danger.
The winter ice storm,
in all her harshness and rage,
has shown her beauty.
An untainted stir of chaos slaps you in the face as your shoved into reality. Man made death scatters bodies like sand, and frailty holds but a strong confusion . Running precariously through deaths design, and landing before a false sense of security. Looking back at the presents past you realize Hell is very vast.
Mystical star in middle of palm
Deeply cut and dancing
Foretelling fantastic things
Leading straight to a cosmic triangle
Which perches precariously on the top
Imagination all over the place is this child’s fate
You cannot tell that! Her mother says with a laugh.
Grandmother meets my eyes and we both smile, knowing.
Its not the revile
in the morning
its about your tears
and how you wish
away tomorrow
When today is the stet
Its not the sound of zephyr
that plays occasionally
Its the truth blowing precariously
The branches learn to bend
We took the side road to Bexhill
We saw the flames of our love dissipate
that early spring
Welcome to the annual faerie jump
Where the faeries go to show out and up
Some of them glide
Others slide
Two or three tend to dodge and hide
The faerie jump is a way to show off and out
The butterflies come around, to listen to them shout
As they dangle precariously from a dandelion’s stem
An elf is here
Who invited him?