Short Responsive Poems
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Sassy smiles allure ~*~
her heaving undulations
in responsive glee ~*~
warm chocolate adorns she
asping I am in content ~*~
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Out goes old self - Touched
My mind opens
Ripples of comfort reach out
Connecting
I reach another
Truth drip feeds my mind
I'm open to it
Responsive
My faith prevails
Me - a new beginning
I'd rather write than speak
My pen is always responsive
My ink doesn't judge my mistakes
My paper doesn't argue
My lines never cross me
My verses never disappoint
And my words will never leave me.
Poet
Brilliant classical
Praying rhyming reading
Creative woman, supportive companion
Loving guiding hugging
Sincere responsive
Friend
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29/10/2016
Love
You're quiet...
whenever words would just intrude
You're wisdom...
for you listen to a mood
You're gentle...
when you open the naïve eye
You're responsive...
to each soul's cry
Life Is Worthwhile Because You Exist
LAUNCHING IDEAS-:-
tacitly
adopting
conceptual
thoughtful
motifs
awash with MEANING
disguised
familiar
significance
secretly
sourced
in LITERARY ASSOCIATIONS
responsive
visionary
awareness
properly
observed
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POWERS OF COMPREHENSION
expectations
powers
responsive
&
laden
pictures
of
sublime
imagery
causing
conscious
&
imitative
aesthetic
concerns
to
soon
blossom
powerful
coloured
visions
aiding
understanding
Winter is surly.
Eagerly early,
Spring overtakes.
Not left behind
I hurry to find
Clippers and rake.
Each bud and blossom
Quits playing possum.
Appearances make.
Responsive resurgence,
Fixed on fast forward,
Nature awakes!
By: Joyce Johnson
1/28/10
Silently signaled,
Eagerly early
Spring overtakes
Not left behind
I hurry to find
Clippers and rakes.
Each bud and blossom
Quits playing possum
Appearance makes.
Responsive resurgence,
Fixed on fast forward,
Nature awakes.
By: Joyce Johnson
Won 2nd place
Rebelliousness is a sacred mark, owned by those who changed people and history.
In the present, it is tortured, hidden, and barely responsive—because it refuses the familiar paths the greats once walked.
But if someone wants to carve their name into it, this generation will not let them.
INTERMEDIARY REALMS
exotic
eccentric
naturally
sophisticated
familiar
elegant
self-sufficient
every-day
personified
the
singular
visionary
responsive
reflections
distinguish
assimilation
then
cultivating
wonder
love
&
liberallity
throughout
The power of love
Is ultimate
And with purpose
Dearly Beloved
Undeniably responsive
They honor each other
And, no disguise
They work together, they evolve
For a purpose
No questions asked
Words and actions are true
Powered by passion
And, intimacy of love
No abstract reasoning
Understanding absolute!
With skin as smooth as porcelain
Responsive to my touch
I bask in your heady scent
My desire for you is such
That I cannot resist you
My senses you bemuse
Even when you're in a crowd
It's still you that I choose
I long to see you naked
When our foreplay has begun
And savor your sweet body
Banana anyone??
Thou art enjoined to enjoyment,
Exhorted to exultation.
Thy responsibility is to be responsive,
and impishness be thy imperative.
So cherish thy good cheer,
And be not judicious in jubilation –
Rather exude exuberance,
For to revel is a revelation, and
It is on pain of death that
That thou art commanded to Live!
Today’s rules at school
Apply to all but one
He is not responsive
Making his own fun
Understanding his situation
The teacher caves, and he has won.
Other children begin acting crazy too
For it is not fair for only one.
Seeing him as her favorite,
They are quickly on the run.
Today’s rules at school
Broken by everyone but one.
Luxurious lingering, lovingly lithe, lounging
Reposing, relaxed responsive respite
Enjoying enthusiastic exciting meditative moments
Replenish, rejuvenate and reimagine yourself
Necessary nirvana of niceness to face felonious friends
Who wander into your zone,
Unilaterally uncaring, and unconcerned,
That your feelings are important also.
an ancient sport
a verbal duel
of responsive verse
syllables
soliloquised
rhetorical
reasonance
revealed
in repartee
of competing voices
read aloud
in rounds
improvised
verbal confrontations
become
a contemporary
exhibition
If life's sacred meaning
is found,
or perhaps never even lost,
through active multicultural regenerativity,
I hope love's secular purpose
might find me,
and us,
through Earth-responsive recreation,
Like white patriarchal privilege
recalling
compelling matriarchal herstories
of dualdark degenerativity,
Like healthy green spring
is to winter wealthy snow.
It's called the Popliteal Fossa,
colloquially, the 'Hough'.
It is that sweet place behind your knee
that looks so like a boudoir pillow,
and yet becomes a tender hollow
when at rest.
A disguised beauty, but ever responsive
to my lips caress.
Such are the small things lovers
hardly ever mention with words
as they allow flesh to speak to flesh.
The apple does not fall far from the tree
What's responsive not my reality
But while the world yet surrounds me
Not all resistance resists me
How can it be seen
That all things being
That are marvelous in His sight
For only He knows the right
I am given in gain
I just rejoice in His name
And while on this plain
I will continue to serve Him
12/24/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Dedicated to a Nun that was raped by a Hindu gang in Orrisa in India.
Bondage dawdles but dauntless rambler.
Glimmers as goblin a goblet gambler.
A heartburn glory chalks a chandelier.
A granite lineage outdistanced gondolier.
Responsive restitution a splitter sponger,
Guttural estuary grumbles bounded cavalier.
A bony strangled receptacle receiver,
Keynote bolted storm violate believer.
On its plinth, behushed, at hall's end
Beneath clock, coaxed backwards
Privet-pungent, in its own
Sighed out thin light's regard.
At day's sagging end, dredging up
More dust, shuffling, each nears
Its emotional-responsive charge.
As with priest's holy fears.
Filling up for yore, propelled rough
Perpetual mud, that was
So light held what were golden times!
So thoughtless, a gemmed mass.
Amble with me beyond midnight,
in the abyss; lacking all light.
Allow fingers to be our eyes,
until balmy- golden- sunrise.
Feel supple rose colored lips,
with sensitive fingertips.
Stroke lightly silken hair,
toyed with responsive care.
Embrace passionate caress,
endorsed with fine finesse.
Permit our souls to disappear,
in arms within midnight sphere.
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey
He decided that he wanted to be Welsh;
this vague idea took shape in the shapeless.
All the Big Mac’s he had ever consumed
began to alter his form.
they changed him into a cute
small white Beluga whale,
being a privileged white man
it made a kind of sense.
‘No’ he shouted
into an eager and responsive universe,
'I said Welsh!'
Later a Welsh speaking whale
was found beached
at an outdoor swimming pool.