Short Snugly Poems
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They tied him snugly in a noose,
and called him names to cook his goose -
chicken-hearted, bird-brained, craven.
He'd mistook a crow for a raven,
which was a crime, although
he knew a grackle from a crow.
Snowflakes like
feathery fluff
tumble
from frigid skies.
Spreading out like a
down duvet,
feeling
snugly soft;
and yet,
icy cold
to the touch.
A shroud, befitting
Autumn's splendiferous
dead;
wove by Winter's hand.
Peat smoke drifting in the frost-chilled air,
a crofthouse snugly slumbers in its lair.
As starlight sparkles on the hills around
it drowsily awakens to a sound
from down the years, an infinite encore,
the ocean's heartbeat lapping on the shore.
Hand to hand
combat
with dragons,
coiling from the cracks
in your past,
and winding
upward,
like ribbons of smokey numbness.
Is little
left by now?
I remember...
and I forget,
and I hope
you have tucked
them -
all snugly in bed.
April 16, 2015
certainty
a
peculiar
allusion
naively
encountered
in
juxtapositions
ignored
proxy
patterns
snugly
textured
bastions
of
lineage
resonates
with suspicion
in
a
perennial
metropolitan
renaissance
Feet
snugly
tucked in the
tingling warm sand,
wiggling toes enjoy the softness and let
it flow out freely from in between them,
sitting cozy,
I bask here
in the
sun.
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09.04.2020
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For Eve Roper's "Double Tetractys 2" contest
There is only one prerequisite for love;
that it fits as snugly as a glove.
To set love apart from lust,
one thing is a must;
there need be
trust.
It's the key
when feelings combust,
assuring your heart, love's just.
Trust helps you to fly free as a dove:
there is only one prerequisite for love.
Listen to poem:
and what did you do today
I casually wonder
as I tuck myself snugly into bed
the lights turned off
I wonder what does one do
on a day like today
up there beyond our realm and universe
rid of the burden of an aging body
what does a spirit do
to while away the time
tell me, dear
what did you do today
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Commingles the cold night,
Thermal read outdoors,
Steadily filters,
While entranced fever,
Boost temperatures.
Comforter warms,
Snugly coiled tight,
From toes till head,
Pacifies gloom.
Chicken soup,
Cough syrup,
Soothes the ill.
Sweat beads,
Prompts cures,
Healed.
2019 December 21
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Do you miss the patter of the rain on a tin roof
When each sound held its own element of truth
And you were snugly tucked in
It was great when it would begin
Some things you remember are so special
That becomes part of your memory and mettle
Of a time when the world was so light
A place to visit when you choose it is right.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Oh,
precious
memory.
I pray that we...
won't splinter in two!
We are fond, lifelong friends,
snugly tethered together;
our bright smiles beaming tête-à-tête
Oh, may we never say goodbye, so...
my heart sings whenever Dad comes to mind!
Memorial Of A Loved One Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date written and posted: 12/10/2019
Little baby,so snugly sleep
sweet dream,dear child,no longer weep,
in these arms slumber deep;
Dearest ,darling,beloved child,
so innocent,so meek and mild,
we in wonder,beguiled;
Precious,perfect in miniature,
voicing gurgled thoughts so pure,
in these arms slumber sure;
A gift from heaven,all suppose,
blessed in this quiet repose,
safe,secure,as you doze.
Little baby,so snugly sleep
sweet dream,dear child,no longer weep,
in these arms slumber deep;
Dearest ,darling,beloved child,
so innocent,so meek and mild,
we in wonder,beguiled;
Precious,perfect in miniature,
voicing gurgled thoughts so pure,
in these arms slumber sure;
A gift from heaven,all suppose,
blessed in this quiet repose,
safe,secure,as you doze.
The road through wilderness snaked
The ocean of sand its bosom bared
Thorny plants skywards stared
Mirages stood, in falsehood draped
The rain too made a hasty retreat
No sound to break the eerie conceit
The nocturnal beings too walked in stealth
The dunes too, unsure souls, mislead
The lonely traveler felt a void in his chest
Where the heart had once snugly dwelt
Six summer nectarines
Nestling snugly in a bowl,
Lovingly and caressingly
Selected and arranged there
As if by a lover's hand.
Cool, flawless skin,
Firm, sweet, succulent flesh,
Curiously sensuous cleft,
And lush fruity perfume
Awaken in me,
Suddenly,
Unpredictably,
A vaguely conscious semblance
Of forgotten longings
Unabated,
And remembered passions
Unfulfilled.
Right now I’m thinking,
Beach, ocean, sea, waves and gulls around me;
Sand and salty breezes in my hair;
It’s nineteen degrees outside and I’m frigid,
even here, inside.
I don’t suppose an obliging house elf
Would conjure it for me, would he?
What am I saying?
There he is, napping snugly beneath my electric blanket;
The one he won from me in a poker game!
"I love you"
said with
sincerity;
silken words
like loving arms
wrapping
snugly,
passionately
around
the heart
and soul
of a significant other
Romantic,
and sweet.
Heartfelt
and sincere;
fingers
delicately
strumming
a guitar
zinging
the strings
of a lover's heart
Ever so gently
making it
dance with
abandon
and contentment.
Date written and posted: 09/01/2018
The Clothes Within My Closet
By Franklin Price
6/24/2016
The clothes within my closet
Are such a sight to see
They tell quite a story
About the history of me
The range of sizes offered there
Thirty-two to thirty-six
The lower's where it's happening
A snugly upper needs a fix
Exercise a little more
Get up and move around
Amazing how the sizes change
Inversely to the chewing sound
CRADLE SONG
Little baby,so snugly sleep
sweet dream,dear child,no longer weep,
in these arms slumber deep;
Dearest ,darling,beloved child,
so innocent,so meek and mild,
we in wonder,beguiled;
Precious,perfect in miniature,
voicing gurgled thoughts so pure,
in these arms slumber sure;
A gift from heaven,all suppose,
blessed in this quiet repose,
safe,secure,as you doze.
Listen to me read this poem on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
I love with all my heart,
With passion I play my part;
But when love becomes a strife
I run for my heart and my life.
I leave you to test the waters;
Truth in love is all that matters.
I cannot live a lie just to look good,
Lies will eventually mess a good mood.
Love is beautiful but lies makes it ugly.
friendship dies when deception fits snugly.
Liars and lovers may get along quite well,
But my dear, time will certainly tell…
I'm afloat above the clouds,
tucked snugly into a dream.
And shooting stars unzip night,
as silent as rising cream.
Outside of reality,
fantasy liberates me.
And aloft in the heavens,
my fledgling spirit soars free.
The calm of tranquility
displaces anxiety.
And my feelings uplift me
unshackled from piety.
Obscured by a veil of dreams,
truth is nowhere to be seen.
For within a fantasy,
imagination's Queen.
Lovely blanket on
The ground, snowflake comforter
Keeps my flower bulbs.
Snugly and warm as they sleep;
In winter repose so deep.
Springs thaw will wake them;
Hungry, they’ll eat and drink their,
Fill when they arise.
Tulips and irises grow
Tall and strong with nourishment.
A hiding place where,
Newborn bunnies safely sleep,
Among my florals.
I watch them grow and I hope
They’ll have bunnies of their own.
LATHERING A COFFEE DAY
. . . . . .
wispy threads fall like crystal glass
frothy eyes drenched with slits
icy bubbles lathering soft giggles
snugly bugs flirt with moist grass
~ ~ ~
boat bathing on a rippled ballet sway
coat of rain perfumed nude flesh
note sings the aftermath of suds
roast coffee brews a pillowed day
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Rick Parise’s ‘ Lento Poetry’
Wrapped up in blankets against the cold morning air,
Curled up snugly in wicker seats
Frosty breaths of conversation,
Expelled a mist above our breakfast of waffles and hot cocoa
Our blushes were hidden behind pale white hands,
Whilst shy smiles wrote our story
We exhaled secrets into the day,
And inhaled nervous expectation
A foreign land awoke around us,
Whilst our voices spread wings to depart
It was that August morning amid the pastel sunrise,
That I fell in love with you...
Before we left Stockholm
I purchased a stash
Of licorice tubes,
Using credit, not cash.
I followed their customs
Where money’s not used
And licorice rules.
(I, of course, was enthused.)
The treats that I bought
Have a lemon-filled base
Which black licorice spirals
Do snugly encase.
Every night since I’m home
I indulge in a bite
Which, aside from providing
A taste to delight…
Brings me back to my trip
In a sensory flash.
I’ll be sad when I finish
My licorice cache.