Short Quavering Poems

quavering of love
as cavern of cancer baits
     its worm of pity

11/6/2020...

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quintessential quick-witted, quiff
quelched quarterback Quade’s
quavering quietude...

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northern lights glisten
quavering on ailing ice…
warming seas approach

© Harry J Horsman 2022...

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leaden bows scour quavering cellos – lithely lilting violins

                                28 Dec 2017...

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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....

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Quaint multi coloured bird
Quilled feathers exotic 
Quiffed plumage quite unique
Quintessence of beauty
Queen like, monogamous 
Quavering mating call
Quixotic, soon extinct...

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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....

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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



March 31, 2023
Bite Size Contest no.61 Poetry
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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