Short Quavering Poems
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Ripe Lingo is the wit of pretension
Jargon is the fibery fuel of
the pellet stove that is my muse
Even I wince at the pleasing placement
of a quavering whim.
Quaint multi coloured bird
Quilled feathers exotic
Quiffed plumage quite unique
Quintessence of beauty
Queen like, monogamous
Quavering mating call
Quixotic, soon extinct
After breakfast, colorful dawn, everyflying gull happy in journey.
Knowledge luminates migration, Neptune's ocean pervails.
Quavering, raging, sparkling, thunderous, unquiet,
Visualizing waves.
XII younder zodiacs above.
Glassy lamp flickers come midnight
to expose her quiet charm
while fingers thumb tingle of brass--
Her sway a quavering string
in beats of harp - plucked interludes ,
gently grating strummed goodbye.
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Would my life be happy
if I had never known
the quavering ripples I caused
by tossing that first stone
Tranquil waters of a lake,
would never slake my thirst
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Mountains and the blue shores -
Nudging us to make right decisions.
Open horizons and rough winds -
Pushing us to try harder.
Quavering, as the cold air breaths on us.
Rhyming heartbeat, we're better than ever.
Systematic brains are loosing control
To the miraculous mind games.
Universe, synchronicities and
Virtue ; one more time, we fall.
You‘re shivering
And your voice quavering;
A wetness on your right palm
And inability to remain calm…
Crazily twisting your middle finger,
Your replies beginning to linger:
Seven words per minute,
With a face dully lit.
Only a straight look at your eyes
And punishment becomes your prize.
Now, you ‘ll have to release “the true”
Or you shall be jailed without a shoe.
the fragility of a flower
quavering in autumn's draft
infallibly will succumb
to the rime of night
the capability to shield it
prevails in your hands
if only to prolong its life
from the foreordained path
imagine your own life
retained in your hands
your trembling fingers
grasping the tips of needles
wary of each droplet
perceptive to the fortuity
that each could mean
extended life or inevitable death
I wheel to my corner
ostracised by your ebbing warmth
unyielding to my probing hand
in the eeriness of NEP's darkdom
Memories tumble down my quavering spine
images splahed on your rigid back
of moisture ladden dawn and thrilling nights
under the watery spell of your moan-istrations
Now,I watch the defiant contours of
your sensuous body
miles across the counterpane
protesting the pains of penuried existence
The sunset quivers
on memory’s sea.
Reminiscence dreams
of you and me.
Mellow tones
in golden hues
jazzing the steps
with hidden clues.
Reflections move
in quavering depth.
Dreaming for me
is a forward step;
There’s room
in this boat, now,
for more than we.
You’ve become
the memory
of how it should be
With true love
a reflection,
ever following me
I’ll launch
from this shore
into life’s sea.
© Debra Squyres
01/31/14