Short Sauntered Poems
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I sauntered down an arbor walk
by myself, no need to talk
Yet I surely wished so ardently
to thank each and every leafy tree
Her sexuality constantly vaunted
Nakedness continually flaunted
With long shapely legs
Lets do it she begs
Then away she casually sauntered
Blisters from shoes, hampered his speed
Banters from foes, sauntered to bleed
Ran barefooted, marathon booted
Ethiopia on his feet, milestone in feat.
I sauntered along
the seashore
thinking.
He walked
from
the other side
fully engrossed.
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Portrait of deep pain-
showed sadness in every hue
that told a moving,
story that seized my vision.
as time sauntered by slowly.
Alexis Y.
12-09-2020
I am the major general Hare said with a sniff
An ugly rumor had sauntered by with a whiff
He felt rage, consternation and a bit of miff
this gossip-y story came from his weird cousin Biff
The elegant way she sauntered
swaying with the day
sunshine leaning in
to stroke her
gallantly one must say
legs firmly etched
then encased in a memory
leaving her wrapped upon a mind
A magic cat
did stretch and yawn
on a velvet carpet green
perfection's Springtime lawn
Sauntered achingly lazy
to a peach blossom tree
rubbed up against some petals
then winked at me
I sauntered freely as a child
around the mountain ridge.
On Falcon's wings I flew the mile
across the placid lake to wooden bridge,
where fir laden path skirted water;
and powdered snow the ground did alter.
Pink princess poodle Paulette provided plush pats
Potential suiters sauntered around her magnificent mats
Greasy grimy gringos glamorized gnarly nodding gnats
Lounging, lithe, lovely Paulette provided pleasing pats.
A hot air sauntered day, of early June
scalding sun smeared in salty sweat,
tears drenched a ground that afternoon
on which you laid on ice, still in death.
A cold charlatan summer, I'll never forget
6th May 2019
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Peace, tranquility envelope,
As on my winter stroll sauntered
Mountain high experience elope.
Spirit, mind, soul now fully aired.
Snow capped mountain picture perfect.
Lakes placid mirrored water reflect.
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Into Clyde's Bar sauntered a sot named Stutz,
Sporting one of the most ponderous gutz!
Placing his gut on the bar,
He roared a hardy, "Har! Har!"
Saying, "Fill 'er up with cold beer and nutz!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
And later that evening she sauntered
along the halls of the cathedral
with callous egoism jingling in her pocket
whilst chuckling of undiscerning humor
I know not the definition of such folly
though strangely I must attest that I weltered in rapture
When she evanesced with no concern for a colloquy
What Am I
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Dad, thumped a warning!
Silence, now pronounced.
Smelt, a red patch crawling.
A future death announced!
What am I?
The field dead, now haunted.
The thumping did suffice.
The patch stood, up sauntered.
A thumping way of saving life!
What am I?
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there was something mysterious about her; we feared her
due to her embracement of intrigue and secrecy
I cannot tell you one thing about him, though he is my brother
and we were supposedly raised in the same house
the devil walked these tomato rows, spitting out the luna-moth-like
worms as he sauntered toward our destiny
Empty suitcase in the hall
Beckoning her to freedom
But where will she choose to go
Now the doors are wide open
Lucky as the black cat is
It envelopes her with fear
To liberate these shackles
Leaves her bereft and broken
The black cat sauntered swiftly
To the paradise beyond
Left behind a grieving wife
Emancipation unknown
Whilst I sauntered the halls
Her face surfaced before the lantern
That beloved grin an abstract design
Though she was settled behind glass
Fashioning the imagery ‘tis window shopping
Presenting the proclamation that she’s without a price
I covet not for alienation to shape us
I hunger for a sense of harmony
For us to never have spaked of tragedy
I sauntered gently into the lilac dusk to gaze at
The twinkling star on a Saturday. I blew it a kiss, then it
Winks at me. Out stargazing, under the twilight sky
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Walking languidly
along the long quiet corridor,
The chilly breeze brushed against my arms,
triggering a cold streak through my bones.
Embracing myself,
I sauntered past the abandoned rooms on both sides,
the rooms in which darkness dwells.
the enigma of this darkness ,
forces me to plunge in it,
In its unfathomed depths,
To diminish into nothingness.
Leopard lady was svelte, showy, slinky and slick.
Her spots were symmetrical, her coat good and thick.
We got out of her way when she sauntered into town.
She was gorgeous in many ways in her turquoise blue gown.
She could pop a tiny hat on her head and be fashionable and chic.
We were thrilled to see her in all her finery; she was built like a brick.
sunlight sauntered through
the dark edge of dawn ~
amber horizon
brilliant diamonds
stippled upon black velvet ~
glittering stars
silver ornament
hung in ebon skies ~
moonlight through the mist
November 22, 2021
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I know this will sound like I'm full of myself.
I'm really quite a stud.
The other night I stole a girl away from some poor dud.
I sauntered up and had my way and oooh, I tell you what.
I gave it to her good and straight and deep down from the gut.
She didn't resist when I grabbed her wrist.
And pinned her in the hall.
But then I woke like some cruel joke.
I'm not a stud at all.
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A Bobolink came whistling strong
Proclaiming boundless joy
Vicariously my soul was filled
What a golden ploy
Deliberately he sauntered near
My heart he touched supreme
All other stimuli counterfeit
Simplicity now my theme
Wrung dry the hills and grooves of gray
My orchard now adorned
With music from Redbreast settled
Upon the summer's lawn
Inspired by Emily Dickinson
busy as the humans seemed to be ,they crashed slashed and sauntered all
around me
like the true pirates of the earth ,they claim,they brag they breathe
theyre waste supports us the vermon they claim
as we slither and wither in signs of hotter days
we are the meek we sing .living in our little pogs untouchable because were
considered nothing of value just the turn you breathe.
kingchazz
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