Short Skirted Poems

long dread locks
a skirted frilly tu tu
girl girl hippie

By Susan Mills...

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ghostly shadows in

skirted orchid, concerting 

those close in stillness

9/17/2017...

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we skirted closeness,
barely intimating
beneath me
were you implicating,
each subtle thrust
as inference
or lust...

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Billie Boy was a lad from Down Under
Who with explosives rarely did blunder.
But he became diverted
By a blonde short-skirted.
Blam! Off to Wagga Wagga asunder....

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Gently wooed from turquoise moorings
      Daydreams sailed to mist skirted realms
           Excursions of a whimseyed mind

                       31 Dec 2014...

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Issues Skirted

All issues Trump seems to have skirted;
Had been confusing when things blurted;
He did distort;
Mission abort;
More bull stuff out of him again squirted.

Jim Horn...

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flushed swells at sunset
inflamed by pink skirted clouds…
-waves-
emote crimson whorls   

rainbow wisped currents
preen and crest as daylight wanes …
-waves-
fan their peacock tails...

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Femina spiritus.
Breezy skirted.
There above it; in name of Spring
World, perfuming.
Of rose, iris embroidered
Back and forth sway.
In who's temple, to Flora's own
Prayful wait shown....

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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....

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It
was but
a dirt lane.
Berry bushes
skirted it. Beyond
were grandpa’s fields of grain.
Just down the road was the barn
and framed yellow house with white fence -
home to my mom’s parents, now dead, like
memories that too soon will be buried....

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When I was young
My friends' parents were old
Tweed-skirted sensible mums
Vague shadows in the kitchens
of my childhood world.
Now I'm a mother,
a shadow of myself.
In my leggings and boots
I have tweed-skirted opinions
And hush puppy ambitions....

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We are here at the crossroad 
In our steps the road was behind was long
But in our memories it is short 
Limitless time 
Still confines our days together
So today we come face to face
With a dreaded goodbye 
Well skirted 
Adiós amigo	
Adiós my friend	
Adiós! ! !...

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I.

Ta da, ta da, flip,

like cards in bicycle spokes,

percussive shoe, flop...



II.

Long spaghetti straps,

full circle twirly skirted,

sundress in warm breeze.



III.

Morning sand dune climb,

woven basket, cheese, red wine,

noon apéritif. 


-Edlynn Nau
©April 17, 2019...

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A gust caught a giggle
Scooping me up above the tree line
 where the hot air balloons live
And the clouds play tether ball
Scattering the stars
Catapulting around Saturn 
Hanging on for dear life
As the dragon kite skimmed and skirted
 me back over the dewy grass
Dropping me like a note into my dreams
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There are dungeons and dragons 
maidens in distress 
Legends of realms
 knights on skirted horses 
and maidens all dressed in fancy dresses 
fire trucks
 spaceships
 robotic vehicles 
just to mention a few 
Peter rabbit 
Santa Claus 
Smurfs 
and ogres alike 
just come to the library 
to be thrown in the mix...

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I told the elm it was called ELM, and it was grateful,
for it always wondered what its name could be.
I told the elm I liked it stately,
and in reply it waved a branch to me.

It watched me as I skirted round it
in long skirts I wore back then,
and the elm looked through its kindly branches
while I wrote ELM on twig with pen.








9/17/2017...

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I watched a little butterfly

A dainty thing, of vivid hues.

It fluttered here, then over there

I wondered, which bloom would it choose.

It skirted round the flower bed

To my delight, it liked the rose.

If I had been that butterfly,

That is the bloom I would have chose.







8x8 poetry contest
Sponsored by PS Awtry
10/11/18. Placed 2nd....

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The stakes were high
  and so was I
at the prospect of secrets
  between her skirted thighs

Careful, cautious, calculating
  I turned the conversation
to echoes of two hearts pulsating

A newborn we'd welcome into the world
  delightful visions before my eyes did swirl

Turned my cheek toward her tender shoulder ~
  from my perch on the floor, my visions did smolder...

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I saw a nest today --
first new for the year;
Colorful, feathered architects
a-flit and a flutter...
weaving, securing,
sharing a cheerful, chirping,
instinctive mating mutter -- 

though the calendar says
not quite from winter clear…
but critters, themselves know
when spring is near – far more
accurate than a short skirted
girl, pointing to a map
with a wiggle and a twirl….
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she rises and floats 
in a lacy dress of white 
skirted by heavens own light 

soaked in morning thought  
the rainfall caresses   " life   "   
in creative fanfare time  

charcoal middling clouds 
singing songs, await her not 
she is happy as can be 

lofting in God's house  
as soft as angel whispers 
her voice carries me away 

7/14/2019
Used image # 1
for the fives and sevens contest...

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                                         I sauntered freely as a child 
                                         Around the mountain ridge
                                    On Falcon's wings I flew the mile
                                         Across placid lake to bridge
                                  Where fir laden path skirted water
                              And leafy ground lay fresh snow powder...

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The bookstore door

startles open with

a man's hearty hand

and sincere smile 

landing upon

this skirted lady, 

bashful to be 

coddled, but

undoubtedly 

wanting it.

Mirrored cheeks widen  

like the open door

with hearts extending.

Thanks is verbalized

and humbly

appreciated.

He tilts his top hat

and I am flattered

by the flirt

of uncommon

courtesy.


4-9-2021...

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That first picnic atop Mount Wells
with the silver survival 
blanket and flask 
steaming with tea and wild flowers bursting
yellow, cerise and indigo deep 
in sedge grass, you said 
“it takes seven years for Camas to grow 
back if  trampled,” and 
cautiously skirted the ruptures of colour
while I wondered how many
years to recover
if we tread too carelessly

 
     ~~~~~~~~


For Carol Brown's 'Picnic Time' contest...

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1000 colorful shadows float around my head
rejoicing in the depths of solitude
they take no heed
singing to the skinless drum
Fate has a circular charm
Tin soldiers caught in the fire
with three madman awaiting their charge
The hounds in their hundreds chase the singular fox

Standing on the hill
dark giving in to light
I cried
kissed the cities outskirts
the abided moonlight
skirted the countryside












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Ive heard about love,
Of how its tempting,
Of how its addicting..
It has petrified me always,
So ive always skirted around it..
Avoiding the chaos,
Wanting nothing to do with it..

But now i tire of my empty life,
I want everything i ram away from..
The wistful sighs, the sad goodbyes,
Tge promises, the kisses,
The yearning, the mourning..

I know its not an easy road,
But i still want it all now..
I want the trouble,
I want LOVE.....

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