Short Smidge Poems

(Number 5)

Smiles rise over the ridge.
Courts creek, a childhood dream.
Commonsense, not even a smidge.
Barefoot on boulders, eyes agleam.
Staggering sight of matchstick bridge.
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Not a smidge of chocolate in his kiss 
still its sweet as honey, full of bliss 
His heart has a beat that I can't miss 
it tick tocks in me and I can't dismiss 
the memory of His nuzzle kiss......

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Stashu kitty hear our words
Follow the light, chase the birds
Run across the rainbow bridge
And daddy & I'll be there in a smidge
 
Clean Dos's ears and Apples nose
Now it's time for me to close
Wait on me dear friend of mine
I'll be there right on time....

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A Privilege Trump Has Is Pure Sacrilege

What I say about  Trump's each privilege,
Is that to me they sure are pure sacrilege;
Wants to be annointed,
Even though disjointed;
What is left of his  brain is only a smidge.

Jim Horn

So what next will Trump say or do to cause
everyone to freak out?...

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Little stray dog
Lost in the fog
All skin and bone
Where is your home?

Got no pet-food
(YOU ain't no prude!)
Just want a smidge
Let's look in the fridge...

Scarf down sweet-pickles?
(The starvin' ain't fickle!)
Raisin bran gone
Still here at dawn...

LORD, you gettin' fat
As a lazy house-cat
But you're just a loaner
('Til I find your true owner)...

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Leaves of August glisten from the rain
I notice a tinge of color across the ridge
The leaves need moisture to sustain
Leaves of August glisten from the rain
‘Til late mid-October they must remain
Over the ridge, understand, just a smidge
Leaves of August glisten from the rain
I notice a tinge of color across the ridge.

Written August 6, 2022...

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The traffic flows across the bridge
Without me even knowing
About the drivers, not a smidge,
Or where the heck they’re going.

The same applies to passersby,
A flock of strangers streaming,
Who stroll or jog or scoot, while I,
Upon my bench, sit dreaming.

The city holds one’s secrets close,
Which many find appealing,
Though some succumb and overdose
On all of that concealing....

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Polish potato pancakes

My clan’s tradition

Peel, grate, soften in water

Add eggs, onions, salt

A smidge of flour

Fry in oil

Wow!


*I am truly thankful for everything my grandparents did for me as a child.  Learning to cook ethnic foods is just one of many blessings they bestowed upon me.


*Entry for Gwen and Tony's Thanksgiving Dinner Epulaeryu contest...

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The couch is off-limits.
(Today it's a bridge.)
My feeling aren't hurt.
(Okay, maybe a smidge.)

For when Henry is building,
The world must concede
To the object and spaces
His projects might need.

He's lucky his house has
Some couches to spare
And if they're all bridges,
There's always a chair.

At least he's absorbed in
His "building" at home,
Which leaves me some moments
To whip up a poem....

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They put up a sign on the highway
Which pointed the way to a bridge,
Replacing the prior one, thinking
Perhaps it improved things a smidge.

But yikes! No one bothered to proofread;
The name of the bridge was misspelled.
If I were the person in charge, well,
They’d censor the words I’d have yelled.

It boggles the mind to imagine
How something so stupid occurred.
A double-check would have made certain
Such nonsense would have been deterred....

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When I need ice, I fill the trays
With water, by myself,
And place them in the freezer
On the left side of the shelf.

When frozen, I remove the cubes
And fill a Ziploc bag
So they will be there waiting
When a drink I want to snag.

I do not need an automatic
Feature on the fridge
To make my ice, improving life
By just a little smidge.

Some modern day conveniences
Are things we just don’t need
But so many think from drudgery
Such short-cuts keep us freed....

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I made the dough and let it set
For hours in the fridge,
Then rolled it out and cut the shapes
And added just a smidge

Of colored sugar on the tops.
Then while one batch was baking,
I started on another,
An enormous undertaking.

In fact, as time ticked by I felt
Exhausted; you may laugh
Because I had four balls of dough,
But only finished half.

My stopping in the middle really
Wasn’t a mistake,
For baking when you’re older means
You’ve gotta take a break!...

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I may be 5 foot 9 but by the time
I have to reach over my middle tire
A skinny person of let’s say 5 feet
might reach things a couple inches higher

Those tricky top shelves are strictly for things
I know that I’m never going to need
Like huckleberry jam, rice vinegar,
brown paper lunch bags and caraway seed

When searching through the kitchen cabinets
I find that I’m too short by just a smidge
So I have no idea what’s hiding in
that little cabinet over the fridge...

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<                                 dances around a rings fire
                                   mounts horse returns for ones desire
                                   echo's linger from canyon's ridge
                                   navajo commanche just smidge
                                   forbidden love from chief's higher   








This Was Written by Katherine Stella
Entry For Brian Strand's 5 Line Contest
This Is Written In A Spanish Quintain
GL All...

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worthwhile painters of sunsets tackled this romantic sky
turtles do not look up often, and their eyes are fuzzy
they might miss the colors, but they feel the richness of the day
turtle cave, a sanctuary for turtles in many sizes.

I stay my distance, photographing them with telescopic lenses.
my artist eyes take another peek at the fascinating pastel sky.
I return home with a plethora of photos, of the sunset.
each one a smidge different than the last; no one else sees it....

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