Short Simpering Poems

The color red
a color of oppisites
a color of death
a color of life
of hatred and love
It is a color of passion
No simpering maid
It is a color of strengh
and courage
for who but the bravest are willing to go into swirrling depths
Red is a color
that brings out the best in us
and the worst...

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Surreal now, those days
Evanescent seas in time
A wind’s stonewalled aria
Simpering off cliffs…
Tyrolean traverse grit
Hard as granite without mirth

Elevation’s daze
Dared Yosemite’s wizard
Raging froth on green ~ river
etched a deeper gorge
A lost arrow stabbed the lea
mourning an abyssal dream

(4/18/21)...

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Six simpering thick-skinned shifty spinster sisters stiffly sit
Stitching sticky skid-marked scivvies of sixty sick stingy sailors.
Six sick from stitching scivvies of sixty sick scrimping sailors
Stickle over nickels; those insistent six thick-skinned spinster tailors!


For Joe Sandler's Tongue Twister Challenge Poetry Contest...

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reviving rusts revamping 
frolic feigning feasts
damped desires drooping 
mystic mists moaning 
puked passion plying 
tactic tier tucking 

sour scrunched smoothened
pleasant parks heightened 
dark dances darkened

fiery flames simpering
mocking mystic mists
towering; twigs twisting 

archaic aura blending 
brooding base bleeding. 
     19:11:15:10:25...

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I love the way she writes, 

and walks, 

with all the confidence and strength

that comes her way so naturally.

Not for her the forced bravado

of braggarts 

or the simpering shyness 

of pretenders.

All she does and writes is bold,

certain, 

and immodest. 

She makes men’s blood run stronger

and offers no apologies 

for the woman in her poetry,

and in her walk....

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Susan Shuster swore she'd send       
Simple Scottie scampering.                   
"Scat, scat, Scott!" she shrilly shrieked,
"And stop that silly simpering."                
                                                                        
Simple Scottie scans the sky,
Sunday's sunset shimmering.                          
"Shame, shame on Sue," Scott softly sighs,  
"She'll share some sad remembering."...

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The simpering sound of Suzie Marie
Had all the men flocking and wanting to see
Her beautiful hair piled high in a bow
In a pretty white dress, cut short and cut low

The girl with the luscious lashes so long
The look in her eyes so fragile yet strong
The smile on her lips was a smouldering pout
She purred and she posed, whilst working them out

The simpering sound of Suzie Marie
Make men fall in love, including me 
...

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Let this be my sacrament of lust.
Red dripping flesh I tear with my teeth,
Absorbed by my viscera,
Becoming one with my being,
Merging with my soul.
I am an eater of dead things,
As are we all.
Why should I not indulge my instincts?
I am as I was made,
Not as you would wish.
Simpering vegans, 
Pantywaist abstainers,
Steer clear of my path 
Lest I eat you alive tonight
And you’ll all be defecate by morning.
Na zdravie....

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