Short Sauntering Poems
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Quietly sauntering
through faded lights
on an alley,
past transgressions mirror
to beg for unresolved penance.
Strolling into Spring
Sweet, sauntering, serene
Sunkist sparrow sings
5/1/2023
With complete freedom
to wear anything one wants
in public:
hamster ball.
Very dapper
sauntering the boulevard
in one's hamster ball.
Decide
Choose the right because
When sauntering with Satan.
A soul might get burned!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
You're sauntering along oblivious to a pole
You walk into it, your vocabulary's out of control
“Golly gee, that hurt”
And other naughty words
Like shucks and winkie and cubbyhole
Seraph in señora form
She moves. Nay, floats
Across opulent floors...
Swaying
Strolling
Sauntering
Her unnoticed, untouched outfit
touching touch-me-not touch
Her crystal topaz physique....
Spirit
Searching
Something that’s unseen
Sauntering along a tide line of dreams,
step by step through the tranquil sands,
conscious I breathe,
then floating next to myself in the sea,
where my breath is the breeze that
birthed wave’s to break around my waking feet…
D.N. Read©2024
I cork the past in a bottle
tossing it into the sea
watch it as it drifts
far away from me
one last time I turn away
sauntering down the beach
this time the bottle doesn't come back
it stays adrift at sea
better for knowing all I know
then living in a dream
Red like fire,
Is the sun in her mourning gown.
Sauntering with desire,
For by the moon she's bound.
The she puts
On hatredness as her shorties,
As she input
Sadness in her abode in her early fourties.
Though,She'll continue with her duties.
17:14:08:18:43
Sauntering through meadows of green grass
Spring breeze cast my scarf to the ground
Bending down to retrieve it
He plucked it and used it
To pull me closer
Red robin blushed
Matched my cheeks
As lips
Met
Entry for Michael J. Falotico's Nonet Me a Spring Kiss contest
Serenading sea shore she strolls singing spring song
Sauntering solo she suffers squall’s surge so strong
Steep slippery slope’s sticky silt sucks, so she slips
Swelling surfs submerge, salty sap she sourly sips.
_______________
June 29, 2022
Contest : Begin With A Letter
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
September roams through heat of night,
Sauntering along a flamed dance
Subtly wild the petals alight--
She quivers, hungry for romance:
Satin-red are those maiden lips
Succulent like nectar which grips
Summer’s blaze, her impassioned rite!
6/18/2018
For Joseph May's Pleiades Contest
I've got a sitter called Mub,
a boring hitter in a bum-
the crisscrossing of falling things evaporate with me,
as I'm seeing,
savoring moments of feelings becoming beamed,
but I get back after a whole thing,
sauntering-
and rock climbing-
and coarse rhyming,
blasting um' all off but still needing more timing.
Oh, clear sky you speak to me.
Let me bask in the sun and weep to thee.
Stumbling across the pavement,
Thinking “this is my home” if I can’t pay rent.
Take me sauntering down the street
On a surreptitious retreat
Where no one knows my name.
I’ve seen the best of my days slip past me.
I would have said that “I’m not fine”
But no one asked me.
A Shadorma
Morning breaks,
sunrise smiles its light
upon the land;
coffee cup
full of liquid brown lava,
caffeine rush.
Cotton clouds,
sauntering slowly
across sky,
powder blue
in an orange-yellow light,
morning dawns.
Breakfast down,
scrambled eggs, French toast,
butter ooze
upon tongue;
writing down my sunrise thoughts;
a bird sings.
Orion in the heaven with your belt of stars
Bedazzling fair young ones after setting of the sun,
Senses becoming feldspars of obsession
Emerging from dream-threads finespun,
Secreted away from light of day,
Shadowed by the vines of deadly nightshade
Inside the mind of precocious, provoked youth-
Onward sauntering into life as if it’s an arcade,
Not comprehending reality has no reset booth.
It's good to see
Someone just walking gracefully
There isn't enough
Strolling or sauntering
They are such lovely words
The yellow colored leaves
Falling atop the umbrella
As well scattered at the byways
As she passes by my side
Looking silenly at her blankly
God made all things perfectly I see
Are all beautiful and welcoming
I'm breathing its crisp air, I love it
I love the rain as well.
But, Blanche, you were much more
Than just a hog… much more
With harvest moon quivering,
Charging the cool autumn night
You are drenched
In delicious alien mystery
Sauntering around your muddy pen,
Confident, in control, full of barnyard sass…
Oh, Blanche, your beguiling black eyes
Beckoning
Drawing me into your muddy world
Your sensuality overpowering
I sleep in your filthy pen
Aghast and in love
Down philosophy lane,
Down sanity obtained,
Down inanity slain,
Down reason’s domain,
To fathom what wanders,
Drifting thoughts that wonder
To be taken away, plundered,
Synthesis amongst and under,
Down the lane of lore,
Sauntering to explore
The loved and abhorred,
Wisdom, the after and before,
Down philosophy lane,
Down the joy and pain,
Down what lives to remain,
Down the arcane…
Lying next to a sauntering stream,
I let my heart off to dreams,
Leaving behind the wreckage of shadows,
I gift myself off to meadows,
The fairies hold my hands together,
Casting a spell in a bed of heather.
And chant the words of patience and love,
We close our eyes and look above
To a sky full of hope,
a reaching hand, a helping rope,
I hold it tight so I can climb-
to places that are devoid of time.
Oh, amazing bluegill mushroom hunting gnome,
Sauntering through coral’s lifeblood, all on his own
Easing his way into the den of the fishmongers’ bit
Riding a bluegill as if his pirate lifestyle depends on it
And maybe it does, his ocean seaworthy life anyway
He slides through life merrily, hauling kelp out of his way
We watch him glide through dangerous layers of the deep
He rides a fish of beauty and strength, a steed to keep.
At the bottom of our garden
there's a wayward wandering Jew
but I have yet to spot
a crawling Christian or dot a hiking Hindu
I'm adding to the landscape
if it takes me all week
going in steadfast search of
a meandering Moslem or a sauntering Sikh
yet as no rockery looks good without
and planting both who could really resist
for the ladybirds bees and butterflies
a creeping Catholic and a bustling Buddhist
Superb the sounds of summer’s soliloquy
So sweetly singing the sparrow’s song,
Sometimes she sounds suddenly sonorous
Since startled sparrows sing shrilly strong,
Summer sounds so singularly sacrosanct
Swallows and swifts sing slow and soft,
Sailing skyward like sandpipers swinging
Standing, then, on solid sand sashaying
Soon sauntering, staying satisfied, sane,
Soothing summer sounds stolidly serene.
Written August 18, 2022
rolling, shaking my heart in red
out of the blue you're soaked and fed
loving hearts that feed on rails
leaping souls that heed, not wails
eaves of heart-shaped leaves overflowing
reign of adoration outlying
couches or bench seats of hearts that drift
over your body levitate, not sift
a heart rolling over like wave
sauntering caterpillar so brave
tis immortal soul that roar and dwell
easterly winds will blow and tell
rollercoaster of hearts made in heaven, not hell
Under the moon light we dance, complete
We, the chaotic, who seldom sleep,
Sauntering strangely the way between,
Compelled by only our wildest dreams,
The wind is whipping through my hair,
Reminding me that I wish you were there,
But I keep on dancing with the dream brood,
Partaking of the sweetest elaisian food,
But, though we are so wild and free,
I find myself missing a part of me,
You remain home, as I walk this line,
And I now return to find you’re still mine.