Short Spry Poems
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A calico kitten ran by,
Alert and rather spry.
Home she went,
Now she’s spent.
From running into my room just to lie.
Slight and spry is her
taste in jewellery. I weave
fibers capricious and
bold. Identical we are:
I am turquoise, she is pink.
spry nautilus shell
galaxy's swaying arms
shove astral stars into space
Written: January 14, 2022
Yesterday, I was 61. I was young and spry, :).
But today, I am 62. I am old and slow, :(.
Wanting for what I was, :(. But having what I am, :).
NoelsArt
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Oh my, there's an apple in my eye,
It's so red, so sweet, shiny and spry.
Such a crisp, juicy find,
My mind is apple twined,
So nice, for my apple to drop by!
Free trees
crass grass
flowery foyers
fun sun
spry sky
heard birds
nector hector
lovely
but
all lost and of no use
because
it is
chilled will
He’s agile and spry
Cat always lands on his feet
Springing and jumping
A natural acrobat
Darting and dashing
Amazing me with his feats
Never practicing either
An uncommonly spry basset hound
was annoyed when his ears swept the ground
But his spirits soared
when he got a skateboard
Now he’d Doggie Olympics bound
6/8/22
Abracadabra pudding and pie
Tickled the girls and made them writhe
Strange thing occurred
A real smorgasbord
Tumbled off the table, wasn't that spry
.
In love was I
Sparkling spry float
Iridescent
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Wee Willie Wagtail, sleek and spry,
Flew up to catch a bug on fly,
When along came a wily willy-willy
Swirling winds aloft willy and nilly
Loop-de-looping poor Willie, up into sky!
A paregoric solution might be the ticket.
To making me feel more spry like a cricket.
If I could find the wonderful opium I need
I could start over like a phoenix with baby bird seed.
A paregoric solution might be the ticket.
To making me feel more spry like a cricket.
If I could find the wonderful opium I need
I could start over like a phoenix with baby bird seed.
Serene lake frames cobalt,
Stirred by rolling ripples.
Shadows of autumn cloud
Sense the swings of white wings.
Soaring ivory fleet
Slowly descends to turn
Suddenly to spry swans.
We all know what happens to your luck
When a black cat crosses your new truck
What if it’s all white
Spry as a kid’s kite
Does that mean it’s good, worth a big buck?
Russell Sivey
There once was a Grandma named Bea
Who was as spry as she could be
There’s truth to the fable
She’ll drink you under the table
But you didn’t hear it from me!
Grandma Bea for Destroyer's Limerick Challenge
Things are not like they used to be
way back when.
We are not as young and spry as
we were then,
and the Golden Rod looks paler
than when
we blew thistle down, in the field
as children.
© cghjr Sept 17 2012
I long for the night.
the night
sheaths me
in glorious
grease.
Slippery sudsy
spry and sniveling
are my friends
under the water,
between the oil,
tickling my toes
and
nibbling at my
kneecaps.
Eighty years old and still motoring along
Not quite as spry but my breath is still strong
Can fend off attackers
A real firecracker
Just breathe on 'em and they succumb before long
© Jack Ellison 2016
ADORABLE!
A li'l infant crawling
A small baby gurgling
A pretty girl dancing
A shy teen romancing
A charming bride blushing
A doting mom gushing
A spry gran sashaying!
Name of contest
Pleiades A
Date Aug 13, 2016
I dream
Lush epic
Metres spry and
Haunting with a dash of
Whimsy
Date written; 23rd Of April 2020
Date posted to contest ; 10th Of October 2022
Contest name ; 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 16
Sponsor ; Mark Toney
Had a complete physical today, I'm in B-1 shape
Most than can be expected, after all I'm not twenty-eight
Though years have flown by
Still spry as a butterfly
But having trouble taking off, think I might be overweight
when they made a goof
we had found proof on the roof
saw prints made by each hoof
we did see spry deer
which on our roof would appear
knew Christmas was here
we opened presents
would love in every essence
with perfect pleasance
She’d recite the fairest refrains
As upon marble texture I languish
Moxie was her focus to sway me
I, never once yearning to retreat,
Became enveloped by an aura of passion
Spry was the breeze that descended
From the design ‘twas her lovely palms
Gizmo, fluffy ball,
Squeaks and hops around his pen,
Loves his veggies all.
Cute and chubby cheeks,
Guinea pig with lively squeaks,
Brings me joy and peaks.
Gizmo, little guy,
Snuggles close, his bright eyes shine,
My piggy, oh so spry.