Short Trotting Poems
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Travels with the largest delegation
Ever to leave these shores
Globe-trotting is his passion
Yet itching are the taxpayers’ sores!
J-ogging
U-ses
L-egs
I-n
E-xercise
T-o
V-alidly
E-nergize
L-ungs
A-nd
S-imply
C-atch
O-xygen
©bfa060125
Monocrostic (Birthday of Juliet Velasco)
A beguiling cat does everything for gain.
His innocently jaded, kindly, loving, mein -
not only prevarication,
quietly raising station,
trotting up, vexingly, while xeriscaping your zone.
Phileas Fogg's trek
wild globe-trotting travelogue...
fun Passepartout
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
Young Philly
Just born
Wobbly legs
Feet are cold
Trotting, galloping
Now running through this storm
Breathing air through his nostrils
Blazing through maple fields
Oh sweet grace
What a burst of joy
cool midnight summer
a domestic, rabbits trots
despite loud crickets
midnight summer cool
rabbits trots across the grass
despite the thickets
8/30/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Squirrel said, “Here comes robin, trotting in the snow.”
His little feet are not moving fast, he is really quite slow.
Are those his relatives behind him walking in a row?
At this pace, they might not reach us until the April flowers grow.
pretty purple paisley ponies prancing away
quintessential queens quirkily quipping one day
respectfully raising radiant raptors red and gray
spectacular spotlights shimmying a smooth sashay
terrific trotting trembling truckers down by the bay
I can't see but feel.
The dog's trotting, sniffing on all sides;
bark, runs towards me, stops and ran back,
maybe looking for someone
or maybe something lost in a past life
Who's behind me?
Suddenly I realized.
the dog had chased my own shadow.
three trotting turtles
slowly raise a cloud of dust
neck and neck finish
six hissing serpents
surreptitiously slither
escaping their pasts
three city ground hogs
shaking their "jay-lo" booties
cross against the light
John G. Lawless
©6/13/2023
On a clear evening, I hear the silence in the sky
The din of distant traffic breaks it below
A fox’s claws trotting on the pavement
Demonstrate a moment of tranquillity
No people about
Just the large moon above
And about it mars revolves
©dbyrne april 2014
Resting
Clouds above the
sea. Trotting white horses
with white knights. Make a white wall to
Defend
Defend!
Against the black
sea storm of Black horses
And knights, who march on the white wall
Slowly
Surly
I see
Clouds floating at
sea. The sun out, a storm
coming. But I believe in a
Battle
The hearth of
russet swirling
down the red pool,
cascading into the
drenched heath of
silhouetted blue.
Rivulets of brimming
dark curves trotting,
along the spires of
veiled hues.
The sabre palms
brooding in sober
silence.
The groping stream
gazing over the lore
of the vivid sand.
LOVE shoves us into glistening meadows,
Of unimaginable warmth, where ecstasy glows
LOVE also leads us to teary graves,
Of uncontainable darkness, where pain enslaves
So, teenage girls trotting over,
To find the four leaf clover
I say, leave love to the absolute brave
‘cuz, It’s more than just a fluttering rave!
Form:
Looking though
the looking- glass
peering, wondering
when will this end?
Duplicates swirling without hindering
my imagination
the colors, fox trotting
across my eyes
When the mountains laugh
their belated laugh
and when the birds cry
their distressing warbles
will the looking- glass mystery
ever
end?
O' darlings beautiful
lovely heavenly bright
as the stars above
~
Shine On awesomely
Glitter song Praise
Shine Glory this day
~
Pictures of your heart
Nestle next to God
Pilgrimage you walk
~
Trotting golden steps
Following Christ Our Lord
2/2/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
A fox crossed my path in the woods today
Trotting briskly on a leafy pathway
Of a sudden he jammed on his hind brakes
Sniffed air redolent of felled trees and clear lakes
I imagine he determined I wasn't a threat
The fox darted off; I broke out in a sweat...
Put my trusty wheelchair in gear in reverse
Rolled my way home, composing this verse
miniscule buds popping up
yet they never make a whisper
ants trotting in a line
rarely seen through my eyes
air flowing past my lips
all without
a single acknowledgement through the process
countless lives wandering the universe
functioning all around
so much to be seen
with sparse time
and not enough senses
to experience all
in a single lifetime
Won't you take the ischlabahn? through mountain fields it lay,
Over svelte, jabbering brooks, the piff-paff plumes shall play.
Jumping, trotting, picking flowers is how we'll spend our day.
When we meet our destination, enjoyment won't be of use,
'Til we ride back together, smoking cigarettes in the caboose
And we'll hold Time up at gunpoint, until he makes a truce!
Form:
Listen to poem:
Blurred bushes rush by
Brain bends
Time out far across the fens
A solitary heron flaps
The pterodactyl lazy loads
A flyover of long strokes
Of reed brushes
Eels writhe
A dog trotting
Leaps across the dyke
A wand of estuary birds
Cast up from the land
Coloured sand vast across the morning sky
The power when it comes
Succumb
The trickle of Wicken Fen.
Trotting along;fighting death –
with delaying techniques.
Chemo had failed.
Weeping Ashoka, how do I
name you differently ?
I may not see you again.
I am hurt, very badly.
Absolutely rooted, firmly
in autumn. My leaves were falling.
Pushing back the interface
between smiles and tears;
the trespasser goes to moon.
It was traditional,
garlanding the poet-
who had killed his muse.
Satish Verma
Concrete bedroom w/ lights & sound.
People gather across wet streets --
The click of a women’s heel --
Many clicks like horses trotting.
Herds of clunking mares fighting
for the prize.
Recognition in being the first horse
across the finish line
The first blue suit from Calvin Klein.
Our country is at war.
Kids are dying!
I know those things but do you know
when the Rolex store closes?
Yearling struts its liberty in unstinting energy
Oblivious to reserve that shoes a gallop with dullness
Unaware of regret's stable and the binaries of age
Trotting between indolence and indulgence
Hot-blooded youth that knows the sway of vigor in
every race, instinctive
right out of the gate
Acrostic composed May 5/2023
(Exodus of Refugees)
Trotting over dried up dreams
leaving love to die, identity to dissolve
they let familiar terrains swim past view
with everything slipping out of eye shot
no looking back, the unknown stretches far ahead
behind the hills, muffled cries die down
Nov. 13.2022
~ Placed First in Brian's Contest~
Bite size poem. No 55
Sponsor- Line Gauthier
If I were a bird of short life span,
Gliding through the morning air,
Flapping wings of bright white tan,
Rising high for bodily care.
Were I the pride of all my fan’s,
Trotting around in majestic wear,
Stretching my neck for out to scan ,
The cabbage leaves and a lovely pear.
Were I so scared of that evil man,
To fly into his cruel snare;
I would flutter around and wildly plan,
To free his hand from my sweet mane.