Short Shuffles Poems

Sure Enough, The "Aces Up"
.... Scores Taste Knows, Victory!

Shuffles Sum, Of Victories .. Won;
Feat's Work That Distance, .. Brings!...

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SINS AFTER MIDNIGHT

dig deeper dagger
whilst i hold the golden stake
crowd shuffles nervously
cautiously applauding
sins whispered in the dark

Kim Rodrigues ©Feb 2017

Oscar madness causes me to write!...

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night
sighs deep
shuffles listless feet
yawns and stretches
scratches an invisible itch
fumbles with some change
drops another shiny quarter
in tonight’s slotted half-moon
nods with sleepy approval
and drifts back 
to sleep...

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snow-topped zeniths rise
iced water softly shuffles…
sky a grumpy shade

1ST Place Contest Winner

Written: March 3rd, 2022

H Forms - Traditional Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France...

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On the paths and lawns of the park,
Crisp and brightly coloured leaves are falling.
The surrounding trees look bare,
Only a few leaves clinging to their branches.
Before the leaves are swept up and burnt,
Everyone shuffles through them,
Rustling as they walk....

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a meandering breeze shuffles starlight
while a serenade whispered moves to tears a low hanging moon
~ the goodnight kiss lingers



AP: 2nd place 2022

Submitted on July 13, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE sponsosred by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 5TH

Posted on July 12, 2022...

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He shuffles along the leaf covered path

        slowly dragging in his wake   

          the full weight of old age.   


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              Contest: One Kimo
             Sponsor: Rick Parise
                    Placed 2nd

             © 9th October, 2016...

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The curio shop
Where no one will stop,
Lives in its yesterday-dust;
A grandfather’s clock,
An earthenware crock,
And Time’s faintest aroma of must.

The brass button trays, 
The bright feather sprays,
Languish like lovers ignored.
The years are for sale,
The bargains all fail,
And Time shuffles by, looking bored....

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The curio shop
Where no one will stop,
Lives in its yesterday-dust;
A grandfather’s clock,
An earthenware crock,
And Time’s faintest aroma of must.

The brass button trays, 
The bright feather sprays,
Languish like lovers ignored.
The years are for sale,
The bargains all fail,
And Time shuffles by, looking bored....

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all were seen
seen walking
down in slow
shuffles of
feeling down

down the street
music played
with a somber
melody as if
trumpets were

crying and the
trombone moaning
but at the place the
resting place where
lowered down the music

turned up
beat and
everyone
clapped
and sang

shake 
that thang 
in a jazz 
funeral in
Pennsylvania...

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SPRING

Imagined days of the warmer kind
As Spring glances nervously behind

Echoes of frost still haunt each day
As Spring glances nervously behind

Sensing winter’s cold icy fingers
As Spring glances nervously behind

Winter’s reluctance to surrender
As Spring glances nervously behind

Winter now slowly shuffles away
As Spring glances nervously behind
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Man created her,
And man destroyed her.
Now mother nature is taking over.
The wind shuffles the bones.
The tree branches reform her.
She is made anew.
She will walk among men.
Doing what must be done,
Righting what was wrong,
And doing what no others will do.
She was once human,
But now she is not.
Reformed from what was once dead,
And she can never be stopped......

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Stunted
Head bowed
He shuffles along
Scared he might stumble

Hesitant
Hands  twitchy
He drags himself
Terrified of all around

Powerless
Eyes nervous
He glances erratically
Intimidated by people passing

Haunted
By memories
He turns around
Glancing back at time

Staring at an incident, an act of man
That crippled his emotions as only a human can....

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Slipping silently, serenely sober, 
Somnambulist seeking some solitude 
Shuffles, self-styled, still sleeping so soundless  
Solitary search--simply solipsist. 
Some sadder simpleton slipped severely, 
Searching so silently, supposedly, 
Slipped solemnly, sidestepped suddenly!

FIRST PLACE WINNER
March 23, 2021
Entered "Seeking Solitude Alliteration" Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul...

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Watching people walk on the street.
Tells so much about who they are.
The hurried with their great strides.
Those shifty eyed and guilty shuffles.
The high noses with stuffy little steps.
Waitresses with their swinging hips.
The care full who first test the water.
But crowds will part like the dead sea.
For one with the Italian shoe swagger!


date:9/1/2019
contest: swagger
sponsor: Line Gautier...

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The broken shell began to crack 
opening up into a whole new world 
moving around shuffles where pieces became connected

Fused by energy radiating out from sunshine 
whispering warmly sweet radiance bringing life to darkness 
dove of a thousand memories floating within wings

Captured once upon a time oceans mist 
where the rainbow's arch held love beautiful 
embraced through the heart scented gift...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVPqkv7awgI

The symphony of morning plays on
strings of a quartet unloose like the sun  
on your window sill, by morning rise 

Listen to the sweet music as it plays 
blooming all your flowers 
as they dance on your crystal vase 

Hear the silence of his steps as he shuffles 
hugging his violin, he plays on and on 
just for you, listen to him, won't you ?...

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The forest of limitless green,
The spill of red blood,
The rite of sunrise,
White pantaloons to turn away the sun:

An elephant shuffles along
swaying side to side.
He is swathed in red.
The rider sways in his howdah.
His eyes squint at the Asian sun.

Somewhere in the forest 
a sadhu is chanting.
Monkeys are silent.
The prince on his calm beast
follows a path much trodden.
The insects swarm
with indifference....

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Dappled sunlight filters 
Through emerald green leafs
Some of them translucent
And hang like summers eves
I lean against a tupelo tree
And whittle on a stick
Alone at last it seems
But the cacophony of sound
Is deafening in the woods
For life is all around
A box turtle waddles through the grass
A fox is on the run
A wood thrush shuffles among the fallen leafs
A hawk is on the wing
Yet peace is all I feel
Because God is everywhere...

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Toddler wanders
With unsteadiness,
Then darts and dashes
Tripping over less.
Skipping and hopping
Jumping on one foot,
Strutting,  parading
All to whom will look.
Pacing to and fro
Trekking on a hike
Going far in distance
Jogging-motion-fight
Sprinting, rushing race
Running for ones life,
Sore muscles shuffles
Hobbles awkward strife.
Here I've stopped and still
Body kinda beat though
Interesting yes to
Wonder walking feet....

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I wake up to the bright sun
Wondering if I'm alive or dead
My muscles ache and burn
As pain racks my throbbing head
I see that I am a bloody mess
And rise to my feet
I stand there feeling blessed
Under the sun's heat
I grab and pull my mask away
As I turn and look down
And there it is dead under the sun's ray
The creature laying on the ground
Confused I fall to my knees
As my brown hair shuffles in the breeze

To Be Continued......

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The hounds hungered but the queen wanted to bed
So she told the kind “the dogs need be fed!”
Rather than attending to this business
The king was caught with a mistress!
So the queen yelled “OFF WITH HIS HEAD!”

The jester soon entered (who had witnessed the smooches)
and said "such strange hairy lady! How she shuffles and scooches!
If I were to critique
with that grotesque physique
The king must have mistook her for one of the pooches!”...

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I've always wished 
to live on an island. 
No problem with sacrificing
deceit and shallow dialogue
for the song of gull and sanity
bowls of lye and cold
for pans of warmth 
the soothing sand
The details to be worked 
at a later date.

Older now, I can see the dream
emerging from the waves.
my winged circle shrinks to a point of decay
love fades and hope shuffles away.

Careful what you wish for old man
a wish may blossom into a grave....

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Night Terrors

Before the pink of the morning,
When all is dark awaiting,
My mind awakes and travels to
Places I thought I’d forsaken,
It shuffles with its stick, looking under the ashes,
For events so long unremembered,
And I, I’m shaken and waiting,
What does it all mean?  

Where is the peace of my Savior,
When I cry after reliving done and undone,
Or is He there, teaching me, purging my soul,
And with that thought, I lie in His arms of forgiving love....

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I had to queue to wake up,
there were a lot of people
ahead of me.
Some carried their beds
on their shoulders
dreams wrapped tightly
between rocking shoulder blades. 
Some are clearly sleeping now
they must have slipped through
at the end of a drowsy fantasy.
Eventually my body 
shuffles into the world
but by then I had forgotten
what ‘the world’ means.
I had to pick up pieces of memory
from a life strewn around,
while somnambulating
upon an alien ground....

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