Short Snips Poems

maitre bee swoops down
snips pollen from stamen head
sips frothy nectar...

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the barber’s fall,
a curtain call,
he snips and twirls
creating curls;
that close shave,
may be grave....

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looking back
snips of a past
remembered



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on September 22, 2019...

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A florist
working in her shop,
snips and clips and cuts away,
making a fragrant floral bouquet.

A poet
writing at her desk,
picks and prunes her words with care,
making paper bouquets with others to share....

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What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails
That's what little boys are made of!"

What are big boys made of?
Chips and ales, and chasing girls tails
That's what big boys are made of!"...

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Hoofs stomping and rumble the ground.
Ones not enough but tens alright.
Roans and bays are my favorite for sure.
Some are so naughty but most are alright.
Everyone needs to love a horse that’s my insight.
Socks and snips are beautiful alright....

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The bark of the birch - it’s curled for peeling
as the whippoorwill commands the block.
I fill my lungs with the pine-riddled air,
discounting the call of the clock.
A trickle of water escapes the hose,
a new pepper has sprouted - no, a pair!
Pleased with the snips of roses I chose,
apart from a vase, I haven’t a care....

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Snips & snails & midnight shadows unaware--

...the soft flesh of wildflowers tremble
in the blistering wind.

Slowly shifting their tattered reflection...
Twilight fire, painted angels
bleeding dreamlessly.

A perfect stranger
melts like a million echoes ground into dust--

Eternity glows like a falling moonstone.

Girl's souls
really are sugar and spice......

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       Essentially noble
 mine honorable  resolve
        became moot
 when hern shared mine
              lewd

    for my desire of her
             snips
            to molt
for mine eyne to sustain
       hern glabrous

             Yesss
    the turgid affinity
     of the succulent
          nectarine

             yesss

           bursting
      betraying mute...

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The sword of hunger
snips the squeak 
of the intestine,
which is like a cry
of a new born baby,
from my stomach.

Chop! Chop!
All chefs!
To cook! To cook!
You must go!

Cutlery jumps,
stoves burn,
veggies fear.

I open the cupboard
with the strength
of an elephant
as I inspected 
what will be on the menu,
and flipped the recipe book
like a pastor
who just lost his verse....

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The scissors snips strands 
off my little head. 
I can’t move. 
“You must not ruin the surprise.”

A brown curtain, 
covers my mouth and 
my eyes. Her voice is calm
as she continues to lie. 

Then, her hands shake
and hair falls to the floor. 
A quick yelp escapes.
Droplets land on my shoulder. 

And now for the truth, 
she wants me ready and good. 
The mirror shows our faces, 
our black dresses and lilies....

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UNFADING CHARISMA


I trace on your tender lips
A sweet lyrics
I find in your love sips
A melody to cherish
Your sweetness like scented blossom flourish
Your amazing appeal needs no empirics
With pamper and smile to our love's bud you nourish
All vices and vitriol your gentleness snips! 



3rd November 2016
For Contest: One Specific Rhyme Scheme
A-B-A-C-C-B-C-A
Sponsored by: Laura Loo...

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I can no longer enjoy
looking down upon
those locks,
those once silky,
long, luscious locks 
that sustained your stroking,
that absorbed your scent,
that grew 
to the longevity
of our relationship,
carried like a banner
throughout each journey.
Now this nest is
gnarly, dry, and unkempt 
from your lack of care, 
and since then mine.
With scissor snips
as quick as
your departure,
this too
I leave behind.

11-4-19...

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From here to you
a legacy of dust was deepening.
I was reading a lot
between the dots.
You will get another master
I will get another pain.

In the maze of tunnels
a fear of fall snips.
A window becomes a man
unbuttoning the skin.
A body starts scratching
a secret.

The earthly sense warns
of a whiff of a stranger,
at the door in dark.
Like a ripe tear
I will not betray the eye -
in this grey hour.



Satish Verma...

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When Dorothy and Tin Man were dating
She didn’t prepare for the mating
Til’ she heard a bang
And shouted out, “Dang,
Something inside there’s inflating”

Since Dorothy’s one chick he lusted
Poor Tin said he was disgusted
Coz there was no oil can
Nearby them at hand
To free up his zipper now rusted

As Tin was kissing Dorothy’s lips
He sadly knew he had to come to grips
‘Til she yelled, “My man
I’ll open your can
Coz in my purse I brought some tin snips!”
...

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Rich dark blanket of night,
Silken wrapper, inducer of sleep,
You sooth the glare of harsh daylight strivings.
Half of the world sinks into rest.

Beyond the soft, tenebrous cloak: infinite brightness.
Into the dense fabric a droll designer deftly fashions
Small snips, eyelets, delicate cuttings, 
Wheeling patterns – the geometry of whimsy.

Sprinklings of brilliance,
Sparkling clarity beyond imagining,
Dustings of ancient, newborn glitter, 
Stars give a benediction to sleep....

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