Short Sly Poems
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Sylvester Stewart
for funky music had a heart
his music craft he did hone
and became known as Sly Stone
All eyes upon her
Glad of the folds of her cape
Harsh light in water
Shy in the eyes of the men
Sly in the eyes of herself
Lived a sly lady of Mozambique
who seductivly offered a peek.
Men paid her a buck
but were out of luck.
What they saw was totally oblique.
You sly cat
In the mirror you sat
You’re a mimic feline
A copycat with fur so fine
Eyes gleaming with tales of a mischievous spat
Ugly yellow sly cat sits on a roof
After sipping liquor sixty proof
we went on inside
So she could just hide
She disappeared instantly in a poof
there once was a sly swimmer bloke
whose manners were sure to provoke
his form was unique
a brand new technique
he mastered the women’s breaststroke
When she sings,
Soul and blues,
On angel’s wings.
Melody to choose.
Love her scat.
Notes all fuse.
Play that strat.
Yes it swings.
Where it’s at.
At a time inconvenient it teases,
As it comes whensoever it pleases.
Creeping ever so sly,
It will make you yell, "Why?!"
And the thing that I speak of is sneezes.
stately blue jay waits
calmly swoops down from tree limb-
squirrel loses nut
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Staring from
the tiny porch-
found a
moonless midnight;
searched for
fiery stars.
Finding none
he merged within
a purple sky
Paranoia, a sly stealthy disease
Fells men as tall and as massive as trees
Tiny fears in their minds
Unravel, leave behind
The rattle of what was once a fresh breeze
Can I can borrow a kiss, I'll give it back with interest
Hmm pretty clever eh... sly stuff you've just witnessed
D'ya think she'll see through it
Hazard a guess she will I'll submit
Still could lead to a joyous afternoon with my midget
Sly snake what a rakish slither
belly walker cunning talker
Persuade the moon to buy the sky
Charging moonbeams by the hour
**I think this is the first one for me...trying my hand at silly poems for children.
Many thanks to all who take the time to read my works!!
**Thanks CL Thornton for the tips!!~~~
Trash talk transformed into love bombs.
You’ve got a nickname, it’s Sly boots.
Knowing what’s real instantly calms,
trash talk transformed into love bombs.
I’m not flexible like those palms.
Bending to you, I lost my roots.
Trash talk transformed into love bombs.
You’ve got a nickname, it’s Sly boots.
Funny Henry was
a magician children trusted;
he carried a large bag,
and the sly tricks he would do
to entertain them, seemed real.
He asked every boy,
" What would you like to see, boys?"
They shouted, " Power Rangers! "
" And you young girls...what's your wish? "
They hollered, " Wonder Woman!"
Entered in Linda-Marie's contest,
" Bag Of Tricks "
Written by Andrew Crisci
In the foothills of the Ozarks Arkansas
Those mountains a calling, come and play the game
From prison came Joe to see his ailing pa
Furloughed from prison won notorious fame
Frances met him in their secret rendezvous
Sweet blonde Frances Standridge, eyes of baby blue
Her lover the sly fox of Chigger hollow
Taught her teenage virtue a newfound shallow
For and in Honor of Dr Rams Contest
Foxgloves and dogwood, oh my!
Playing in the garden,
When no one else is looking
Having such a great time,
Foxgloves they are so sly
Dogwood so excitable,
Dancing together
And so colourful,
Filling the garden
With mischief and magically
Bring to life all of natures beauty,
The foxgloves and dogwood, oh my!
They are both amazing too me,
Both are as mischievous as can be.
"Cheating and trapping others are malicious. One must never try to cheat, if he/she wishes not to be cheated" ~ By Poet
At the GATE of a viscous net,
The sly spider waited alert.
A fly flitting closer on SHADOW wings,
Was caught in the dewy JEWEL studded strings.
When about to be wound round in ductile rings,
The fly with a cursing MUTTER made a fling,
And flew to freedom on filmy wings!
She did it again,
Surprises me to no end!
Quietly walks over to the bag,
Puts her nose in.
Helps herself,
To the treats within.
Not that she didn't tell me before,
I was too busy getting out the door.
Packing all our stuff to camp out,
How could I be such a lout?
Leaving my pup to do without!
Well, she showed me,
Laying now under a tree,
Chewing on a treat.
No thanks to me!