Short Sleight Of Hand Poems

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headlands
strong winds and rains as we watch
the waves sleight of hand
capturing then releasing
the breath of the tides

© Thomas Martin  

Legerdemain

circus magician
dazzles with his sleight of hand ~
audience in awe


Date written: 02/15/2021

© Edward Ibeh  

A zephyr blows
a warm kiss
on the back 
of my neck
conjuring desire;
serving Eros—
with sleight of hand:
a gift of flowers—
psyche succumbs.

© Elle Meadow  

while 
letting the 
great magician
pull a white 
fluffy rabbit
from out of 
a black stove top hat
with
a sleight of hand
only through
the dark arts of 
blue smoke and mirrors

© Gregory Golden  

Gather your false prophets
and sycophants
 Bury your heads
in the deepest sand

Tell the same lies
 as you sing to the choir
 Slave to the mirror
—and sleight of hand

(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)

© Kurt Philip Behm  

I lay them on the table
all my cards face up
there's nothing up my sleeve
or sleight of hand card tricks
all my truth and fiction
is laid out for you to see
ante up or call my bluff
you can only win

© Jo Bien  

Tell me, do you feel anything ?

I believe you do.
But you possess the sleight of hand
to put up a wall.

And I, feel like a fool
without any professional magic
to protect me,

and I always helplessly fall.

(11.03.2025)

© Marshall Iftekhar Ahmed  

80/20
20/80
2+2 is 4

You’re part way in
you’re part way out
half full till something more

The middle of the center
the jesters
hidden lore

Dimension plays
one last charade
—to even up the score

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

© Kurt Philip Behm  

I drew the cards
a game of chance
I should have known
the deck was stacked

your poker face strong
as you called my bluff
was it sleight of hand
or luck of the draw

either way, it 
was always your call
and I leave the table
with nothing at all

© Jo Bien  

They say it's just a sleight of hand 
Or just a flick of magic wand 
But true magic has more to show 
Than the mere touch of mystic blow 

Like the shine of her mystic smile 
Like fair charm that could go for mile 
Like when she speaks, my every vein 
Tickles all the lobes of my brain

© Roger Roger   

vote early and often

It is said that our ballots are secret
And that is the way we should keep it
A trip to the polls
No chads, marks, or folds
Just some deft sleight of hand to delete it

They vote early and often
Some vote from the coffin
A nod and a wink
Was it blue or soft pink
There’s a bucket right here to put that in

© John Lawless  

Hazy Don’t Faze Me

I catch junk with a stick
Whip it like batter
Make it thick

Set it firm in an oven brick
A sleight-of-hand trick
Flipping a well-rehearsed schtick
Pulling it out of the fire quick

Cool…then plate with a crispy breadstick
Sink your teeth in…taste the kick
A feast of rhyme…a bold remix
Juicy lyrics on a drumstick

© Christopher Delegans  

Oceans Will Rise

That look in a child's eyes is fright:
they're afraid of global warming.
They fear the scientists were right:
consequences of transforming.
Climate change can
devastate Man.

Its effects are kept out of sight
by trickery and sleight of hand.
Old dogs of war, once trained to bite,
don't even try to understand.
Oceans will rise,
despite their lies.

© Emile Pinet  

Captured memories.
One glance will take you back.

It feels like time hasn’t passed;
everything feels the same—yet nothing remains.

Your mind, playing tricks…
a fleeting sleight of hand,
leaving tears spooling from your eyes.

You don’t know what you have until it’s gone—
a simple cliché, but it’s true.

When all that’s left are photographs…
one day, you’ll feel it too.

© Kayla Griggs  

Mournful

Blast, the Word will never last
A moment all before the General passed
But one command remains, down a path 
Without a hope of resolution
On the ground, they know the truth
Sleight of hand, a wicked fragment
Flies around his mournful cries
All dismayed no Mother will arrive
Stiff and still, you call it progress
Unlearned repeats this tragedy
Truly, nothing left to gain

© Fred Jagenberg  

my heart bleeds before you
you do not see or choose to overlook
oblivious to my wounds

how can you be so blind?
how can you be so detached?
how could I have been such a fool?

smoke and mirrors
sleight of hand, a magician
twisting my fate

I stumble out of the darkness of this relationship
and into the blinding light of day
the fog clearing from my mind, perspicacious once again

© Jo Bien  

almost died of scurvy
had psoriasis ever since
safeguarding my mind
step mother made the worst meals
i blamed her but now my taste buds 
have changed and i realise
worked my mind
she really could cook
found my soul
devil's massage
got sick and began eating veggies
another sleight of hand 
of the spine to live with
and took vitamins
lost to myself
and an exercise routine to see if i could beat it
lazy bones

© Troy Jeremy Nelson  

The world has forever
outgrown itself,
its pants no longer fit

The cuffs too short,
the waist too tight,
its inseam worn and ripped

The fabric that
it used to grow,
lay barren in the field

The magic that
it used to show,
a sleight of hand reveal

The world has forever
outgrown itself,
its future running out

The earth exposed,
the sky on fire
—all life but hand to mouth

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

© Kurt Philip Behm  

you piece together
the broken shards
but cut yourself
on the secured heart

quickly it all slips
grasping at straws
not enough time
forgotten fatal flaws

smoke clears away
circus mirror refracts
the image not clear
when you look back

sleight of hand failed
magician bag of tricks
illusion that forsakes
mortality too quick

your destiny fools
thought it was tied down
paradise lost
free falling to the ground

© Jo Bien  

like a hamster on a wheel
I spin and turn and get nowhere
the end the beginning the beginning the end
around and around and around I spin

I move forward...you step back
too many times I've done this dance
glad I'm not afraid of heights
from ups and downs and sleight of hand
movements I don't understand

all the balls kept in the air
expertly, you keep them there
my proverbial hamster wheel
spins and turns to no avail

© Jo Bien  

When'er I Touch Your Hand
by Rick Rucker

When'er I touch your hand, 
I'm transported to a Magic Land!

One that contains only Peace,
And, from all pain, surcease.

I don't know where it lies,
You touch me, and I close my eyes!

I don't think it can be far,
I don't believe we arrive by car.

Nor can it be by ship,
It is far too quick a trip!

Perhaps this Magic Land,
Exists solely due to sleight of hand!

© Rick Rucker  

Let's look to the land of Legerdemain
locale with surprises by sleight-of-hand.
Cards, coins, magic wands tax one's eyes and brain;
absorbed, we watch street performers grandstand.
Legerdemain - skullduggery pre-planned, 
audience rapt in magic so diverse 
assistants can pinch your wallet or purse.
True talent of prestidigitation 
would never aid legerdemain’s perverse
misuse of skillful manipulation.

March 22, 2020

entry in Beth Evans' Delightful Dizains

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