Short Swivels Poems

She taps her shoulder
Mothers' chair swivels around
The violins shriek......

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I gaze at a bowl

Where goldfish swivels through moss

Its fine gills aglow---

With such aquatic prowess
As it wiggles restlessly



A New Tanka Contest
Mar 31, 2015...

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In the luscious blue
There is no guarantee
You know right
From wrong.
Forced to swim through irregularities,
Logic become a mischievous light.
Time swivels while you scramble.
The forward pull,
The hidden Divine chord....

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Grab your rhodes, your lines, your reels.
Grab your hooks, your swivels, your sinkers.
Grab your power bait, your worms, your stinkers.
Grab your tackle box, your cooler, your beer.
Pick a spot, cast your line, enjoy your friends, and have a good time....

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Spring Warmth

Twists, twirls, swivels… whirls!
Spring flowers, new dreams unleash.
Cascades of sunlight…

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 25, 2010

Poetic form:  Haiku

Inspired by Poetry Soup member contest, “WAITING FOR SPRING”  
Sponsored by: Carol Brown...

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Slender ballerina legs swirl and leap
in rhythmic strides of majestic style,
while in avian grace you wade
on the rippling algal jade water.

Supple nape swivels in bracing breeze,
like a ballet star you beguile,
as sunburst sky splashes pink patina
on your flowery feathers of flair.

October 7, 2020
Contest : All Yours (Jan 27)
Sponsor : Brian Strand...

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He swivels his hips and the felines come running
I am not one of them, I am balcony sunning.
I watch them howl at his gyrations and grinds.
He is such a tease; and he attracts all kinds.

Since he started to dress up like his hero Elvis
He has more action than a street walker’s pelvis.
I roll my eyes, glad I threw him away when I did.
He is my ex-husband, who doesn’t even support our kid....

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Watch
the
red kite
spiralling
so effortlessly.
Rising, lifted high by thermals
above the contours of this parched and dusty landscape.

Forked
tail
swivels,
directing
his graceful circles
in seemingly timeless motion.
His lifelong mate follows at measured pace, faithfully.

For
hours
airborne,
high aloft
the russet raptor
gliding with hardly a wingbeat.
I relax and watch and sense the joy of free spirits....

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How it mocks your mind to think
a thing your faith affirms as tenet.
You tussle with the doctrinal ink:
was there an inaugural minute?

"Always existed," can that be right?
The thought swevels all your senses.
Saints with you do mull and marvel
trapped in past and present tenses.

The picture will clear on a day hence
when puzzles will be pieced complete.
They will make heaven-sent sense
as in tears we kneel at Jesus' feet....

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The existence, always swivels on pain.
Steps, and steps again....
We do not know where they lead us,
It's as  the days crumbles,
and we must live with an iron splinter,
wear it, feel it continually.


It makes forget , sometimes
to the red sun of love,
but soon reappears,
when wounds are bleeding.
Crossing the thongue
We just  only have
to drink our own blood.

-
RC

(originally written in french...  write  me if  you want  the oiginal version )...

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Yellow orbs regard us
from a gray anvil head as still as stone.
It’s a broken wing rescue.
We keep releasing it, but it comes back.
 
The ranger looks bemused,
the caged raptor swivels its focus
as if reading sounds.
We took him to a lake 50 miles away,
by evening he was back.
 
If I were that hawk I would rest my life 
upon the airy tops, and never look back -
or would I?

Maybe rather a small box after a long journey,
Maybe a bonsai tree and a lesser sky?...

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