Short Swished Poems

Water that is clear, cool
Bouncing over rocky creek bed
Flowing through rocky cleft
Looks like Palomino's tail
One that is being swished
Blown in a gentle breeze
On a spring morn when all is new...

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walking noisily crunching underfoot
autumnal free fall of leaves
sensations swished around



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

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Leaves fell like confetti, upon an autumn bride

Swirling in their multitudes, across the countryside.

Along the path I walked they lay, some were ankle deep

I took such childish pleasure, as I swished them with my feet.

The wind was fairly blowing, branches nearly bare

I pulled my collar around my ears, a chill was in the air....

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The ring-tailed lemurs swished their stripes;
The tortoises perambled.
Rhinoceroses munched on hay;
The seals caroused and gamboled.

A winter day with snow on tap
Was perfect for the zoo.
The humans seemed to stay away
So visitors were few.

The cobra swayed from side to side;
The dart frogs were exquisite.
A cold and dismal afternoon’s
The time I love to visit....

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Microbe the Master Magician had a lot to say
He swished his cape in an all-knowing way
Deep inside his role, he did not laugh or play
Taking his costume seriously on Halloween day

Want to visit grandma down at the San Francisco Bay?
No thanks he said, she would not know me, Uncle Ray.
What about trick-or-treating, what do you say?
Of course Mommy. This is why I am dressed this way!...

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Three mice on a pumpkin getting the view.
I wish there were seven, said the little one, Lou.
Three is not enough, agreed the loudest one, Goo.
A ghost swished by in the wind, but forgot to boo.

What is wrong with him? Asked Lou and Good.
He must be stuck up said the pumpkin who grew.
The ghost gave them a nod and said “hello you two!”
Can’t he count? Asked the persnickety one named Goo....

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Aroma of lilacs wafted to me as I peered in
Feeling the mysticism of magic, sensing hidden faeries
A gentle breeze coaxed me to come a bit closer
Intimidated by the reverence I felt, I held back.

A monarch swished past me, on her way
I heard the trill of a joyful robin and her young ones
Ancestral voices welcomed me, persuaded me to take a step
Inside the magical world of elves, gnomes, faeries, and flowers...

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