Short Snippets Poems
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snippets of light
converged
upon
the
face of the
pink ash rose
through
the
sacred night
but
give us this day
orange
snippets of light
Form:
Swords
Drawn
Swiftly
From tarnished
Sheaths of bulbous flesh
Transforms pain into audible
Snippets of abhorrent venom sired by taut tongues.
quiet time snippets
capture moments to relax....
changes in nature
night releases dawn's faint light
monarch's fantasy in flight
I could write a sonnet
or maybe a play
I could have gone epic
in hopes to relay
What snippets say better
in stations of rhyme
And carry within them
—a power sublime
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
figures
of speech
cliched
sterile
out of place
retrospective
maxims:
a repertoire
of snippets,
a collage
of the impermanent
in a
play filled
assemblage...
....inscribed
He has more problems than most.
But he keeps them to himself.
Sharing slivers and snippets
Never divulging the whole picture.
Never burdening others with it.
It might kill us
Or at least
Make us
Sad.
Snippets of a discarded song breach my unguarded ears,
Dive through a drowning of blue-soaked years,
depth-charge submerged memories,
Send lost love pluming through the surface of my pacific mind.
Sir Silent One has recently paid me some visits
Not silent in appreciation for his charming wee snippets
Thank you Sir Silent
You are the finest
And may I add, love your jolly old game of cricket
Poetry for breakfast
Delivered with dollops of metaphors
Coated with delightful snippets of fun
Rolled in a skillet of imagery
My eyes dance with delight
As I read the words of my internet friends
Bringing poetry to life
as soon as my back is turned,
it starts.
Those cruel, harsh whispers,
None of it true.
They try to keep their voices low
Not low enough.
I hear snippets of conversation
full of hurtful nonsense.
No wonder I want to leave.
Form:
Snippets
of the truth
being a
little bit pregnant
In the
promise
of a dream
eternity sleeps
Freeing
tomorrow
with each moment
recaptured
All time
in an instant
as the music
— begins
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Delicate purity
Softly pallid
None akin
Of affection and beauty
Chilling
Seraphic tears
Wept
Sodden snippets
Of yesterdays
Monochrome
Reminders
Without order
Devolving back
To nothingness
Amorous and beautiful
But so cold
Here are some amazing facts about hummingbird traits
Wings beat 200 times per second and they fly about 30 mph
Hearts beat 1250 times a minute
These are amazing snippets
Noone like Sir David Attenborough can teach and educate
A snipping of scissors
The hum of the trimmer
The hollow sound of an AM radio
Idyll chatter
Kids, grandkids
The weather
A quick trim of thinning hair
Melancholy moments revisited
No appointments necessary
Just walk in
Sit down
Relax
…And wait
"Maga agenda 25" is a misnomer
and yet it is repeated ad nauseum,
but as Kamala Harris once said
"Young people ... are stupid."
Missing context or not
political campaigns are fraught
with snippets that don't mean squat,
but cause significant thought rot!
I think of you my little dove
Your troubadour, he scribes his love
Through poems, snippets, winks and smiles
Connecting us across the miles
Until we meet again you'll be
On my mind, I wait to see
You walking in for Sunday song
In that short time I will not long
storms of war
I search for a quiet place
where wind is joy
long ago you smiled
as you read poetry written
for you my lost muse
the telephone rings,
but again it is not you calling
to see I’m still here
Note: Snippets from other poems by the author.
~ His Name was Weng ~
He was my friend
penned odds and ends
little snippets
tasty tidbits
B r e v i t y
was his creed
V e r b o s i t y
a foul deed
Weng lives on
in haiku heaven
inking niblets
five plus seven
Do Leprechauns Exist
Want to know if Leprechauns do exist?
Put out a trap to attract them like this
On Saint Patrick’s Eve
Bake dozens of these
Biscuits that look like gold nugget snippets.
12th March 2021
Good childhood memories arrive unbidden
Days of happiness and fun I did not remember
Where had these snippets of goodness been hidden?
This is my sixty-eighth November
Delicious memories oozed in unremembered in September
Enthusiastic happiness doth now flow
Knowing my parents had always loved me so
figures
of speech
cliched
retrospective
maxims
a repertoire
of snippets
a collage
of the impermanent
a
play filled
assemblage...
....inscribed
interaction
of parody and
sentiment..
all
in wordplay:
interspersed
&
crafted
with sensibilities
Put your reading glasses on
My heart's an open book
See the words I write for you
Come and take a look
Little snippets, fleeting thoughts
A novel it is not
But there's a common thread throughout
The love for you I've got
Memories
Memories, little snippets from our past. Moments in time replaying in our minds as we yearn for our bygone days. Some warm our hearts, and others fill us with regret.
But memories, whether good or bad will always be apart of our everyday lives, reminding us of the past that is forever gone from reality.
V.M. Tackett
It's You!
You aren't around, yet,
every moment you hound;
Your thoughts abound,
in absence, yet surround!
Time alone, an uphill climb,
laden weight deep inside;
Suffocating life's grind, as
in hearts plicatures you do hide!
Everywhere is you and it is,
everything about you,
time will fail to erase these,
snippets I write in lieu.
Why is pleasure measured in moments,
while work is measured in weeks or years?
Pleasures are like insubstantial fictions, sweet treats gone
in the tasting or perhaps flowers, that once cut, wither.
So don't be enthralled by fickle snippets of passion.
Work and service have the weight of reward,
by labor's honest toil, we fashion, forge and provide.