Short Titters Poems

just lay here beside me
where the lillies talk to the orange sky
and the evening wind titters all around the place....

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dripping arms
delicate fingers
weeping willow

breeze picks up
swaying begins
dance of the fey

faerie titters
gentle moves 
sparkling leaves...

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Musical autumn leaves in slashes and swirls.
Flowing around me, making melodic curls.
Titters and skitters from mischievous squirrels,
What is more magical than September oak twirls?...

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Lock him up, throw away the key.
Giggles and titters.
I am not kidding, it’s Johnny,  girls.
Lock up your hearts. He is a ladies' man.

We thought they were being funny.
We were immune to bad boys like this.
Until we met him.
And by then it was too late....

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lavender umbrellas
floral teacups
fancy china plates 
muffled conversations
dainty berry scones
crisp white doilies
shy looks 
wedge of brie
cucumber sandwiches
tiny titters 
chocolate truffles
crisp linen tablecloths 
caramel lattes
fragrance of the gods
Paris Cafe...

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Let out a laugh if you’re lousy,
Add some amusement to aches,
Utter an outburst when under the weather,
Giggle your way through the shakes,
Howl if you’re feeling heart-sore,
Titters are good for infliction,
Enfeebled and exhausted? Try some elation,
Roll in the aisles, my prescription....

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titters and whispers of the evening
elusive to my conscious mind
bantering and laughter

they make fun of my nightly death
Trixie is the main conspirator
I am out of body, floating 

Dare each other to give me the best line ever
I hear it upon awakening
in that ending of a poem voice

best poem ever.
I leap out of bed.
Have to bathroom before it is gone.

Too late. Damned muses tittering....

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Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood—
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Colonel Klinks, defend the Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.

The best book of the age sold two,
or three, or four (but not to you),
strange copies of the ones before,
misreadings that delight the board.
They sit and clap; their revenues
fall trillions short of Mother Goose....

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Moon defers to sun, stars fade into oblivion
Diamond dew glistens in the perky green grass
Sense spirit blessing the yard, completing bliss
Coffee on the veranda, a bit of a chocolate chip cookie

Life is twinkling, waking up, sharing a chilly morning
March is on the march, no pun intended.
Faerie titters heard faintly amid the daffodils.
A cardinal swoops down to get a cookie crumb.



Written 3-23-2019
Contest:  Late March 2019
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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