Short Tucking Poems
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as quiet as they
are during the day
they silently yawn
tucking themselves
under colorful covers
dreaming
of days when
hummingbird
wings cease
to beat
Form:
The silver moon begins to
softly gleam,
To guide you safely to a
gentle dream.
The stars are tucking in the
quiet skies,
As heavy tired eyes close your
sleepy eyes.
Goodnight, sweet dreams,
until the morning sun.
Tucking in her baby, Miss Furball gave his head a gentle kiss.
His eyes slowly closed, and his meow mouth gave a tiny hiss.
She liked sending him to dreamland in the best mama way.
Insuring he will be in a terrific mood the very next day.
Out she comes
A smile of anticipation
Lighting her face
Neatly folding that slip of white paper
And tucking it away
In the usual pocket of her purse
To stay there
Until the day of the draw
When her numbers could make
Her dreams come true
I take in a sunny day is like a tiny season, reading a bedtime story, while tucking the sky, lifting holy cover out of the heaven sky, angels sowed throughout the quilts, a scorch warming beams down, a blazing substantial temperature over the earth's ground.
- Loverboi
Winter is a blanket,
tucking in the Earth.
Spring is a flower,
stretching toward the sky.
Summer is the grass,
swaying in the wind.
Fall is the breeze,
dancing through the air.
The seasons turn in circles,
forever spinning time.
-Alesia Leach © 5/2015
Blanket of fog; the Earth its bed.
Tucking it in, to rest its head.
Eerily, it shrouds the land.
Mysteries lurking beyond.
Covering the ground with dew;
Mothers' flowing bows.
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darling multifaceted crystal butterfly
natural prism causing light to zing and zag
I revere you and honor your pure beauty
as you have probably guessed by now
cousins will be here today
I am tucking you away
in your protective pouch of black velvet
do not make a sound okay?
darling multifaceted crystal butterfly
natural prism causing light to zing and zag
I revere you and honor your pure beauty
as you have probably guessed by now
cousins will be here today
I am tucking you away
in your protective pouch of black velvet
do not make a sound okay?
bird raises its wings
insect in grass stirs to look
and is gobbled up
checking all around
bird steals remnants of dog food
then flies to the trees
tucking in its wings
pelican dives and misses
fish scatter laughing
soaring in the sky
vulture though hideous looking
gracefulness in flight
Spreading
a white blanket
slowly covering
the faraway hills
in a misty fog
Rolling over
the horizon's bumps
Nature
putting the world
to sleep
Tucking cities
into bed
whispering goodnight
as the sun
sinks behind her
As the flowing clouds
tumble slowly
over the slopes
The world is asleep.
She loved bedtimes with her daughter
reading her a story
listening to her ask the Lord her soul to keep.
She loved tucking her in
kissing her good night
and watching as she nodded off to sleep…
And when the room was filled with darkness
save one errant moonlight beam
she loved to linger in the doorway
and listen to her dream.
pruning pulpy pear
tactic tier's there
passion pasting prayers
fostering fallible fair
felon figs belched
contractions cobbling crest
whooshing wind yawned
tucking tainted flaws
owed to draws
then a coda
mystic melody murdered
concerto grosso clustered
pulsing pear blushed
leering lanky lust.
19:12:13:08:23
I thought to measure love...
Then thought, what heart
puts a limit on the heart?
Does a mother tell a child
not after breakfast
only till noon
after tucking, on you own?
darling I love you
after sex, no hugging
I thought to measure love
then thought
Love, need never to be thought
Love, need not ever be sought
Just Love....
You may not remember this exact moment
Nor remember the reason we’re here
The music that was playing
The smiles and laughs of friends near and dear
Or even gently tucking my hair behind my ear
But tonight under the fall night sky
I wont let this moment fall away
Because were here on this ferris wheel
And you are mine, and I am yours
flower beds ready
fall gardeners plan ahead
tucking in the bulbs
tulips nod off
winter blankets of snow
magic underground
spring sun's warmth
rouses like morning coffee
stems break through the soil
blossoms fill the fields
Holland's tourists agape
beauty beyond words
leaves and stems shrivel
food for hungry bulbs
autumn's bedtime snack
reviving rusts revamping
frolic feigning feasts
damped desires drooping
mystic mists moaning
puked passion plying
tactic tier tucking
sour scrunched smoothened
pleasant parks heightened
dark dances darkened
fiery flames simpering
mocking mystic mists
towering; twigs twisting
archaic aura blending
brooding base bleeding.
19:11:15:10:25
Collated papers filed and the bills paid
as the kettle whistled invitingly.
My son’s laughter drifting in through the window—
I have forgotten to close the billowing drapes.
A sempiteral tableau.
An ephemeral scene crowds in:
The loud curtains tucking at my memory;
my son’s voice trapped in distress.
The kettle whimpered as it boiled dry—
old papers flutter in my periphery …
INTERRUPTED FLIGHT
I remember
The pigeon man
Could take a bird
Recently hurt
From a window or wire,
And holding her in giant hands
Could smooth her feathers
And stretch her wings,
Tucking in her down
And ziplocking her ruffled plumes,
While she snipped at his fingers,
Her trembling heart racing,
Until he returned her to flight,
And her eyes shone as she soared,
Repaired.
Cook and toil
Changing dirty diapers
A mother's job a nurturing
as a nurturing job is never done
Cooking cleaning washing clothes in washing machine
placing in dryer tucking folding clothes
First term learner teaching
fellowshiping preaching
a nurturer's job is left untold first home teacher
Mother Nurturer's
11/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Scorned and scorched by the flames of the sun
Burnt by hell’s fire, her reign’s begun
I tremble with fear of the chosen one
Ballsy, cocky, arrogance well hung
This talentless slander seems to be fun
(k)No(W) judgment or guilt, excuse the pun
But if the shoe fits, wear it and run
While tucking tail, think temple and gun
and Russian roulette or combustion
Stick a fork in yourself, you’re overdone
Form:
A tiny sparrow fluffing feathers tucking head the loneliest warmth
Wailing winds, crying in the empty night;
tripping leaves rattle across, walls and roads;
click-clacking out a lullaby.
Soon, squirrels will be rocked into a
hibernating dreamtime;
their nests swaying in high treetops.
As fall unmasks winter,
Mother Earth beds down her creatures;
tucking them in for
the approaching nights.
Wrapped in her white blanket,
she takes her, long-deserved rest.
Wailing winds, crying in the empty night;
tripping leaves rattle across, walls and roads;
click-clacking out a lullaby.
Soon, squirrels will be rocked into a
hibernating dreamtime;
their nests swaying in high treetops.
As fall unmasks winter,
Mother Earth beds down her creatures;
tucking them in for
the approaching nights.
Wrapped in her white blanket,
she takes her, long-deserved rest.
He cocked his head at me
First this way, then that
Never looking straight ahead, you see
Was he much too shy, a cat?
No, no, no -- he had no fur
Nor when content, did he purr
Boldly did he hop toward me
'Till he froze, and then did flee
I chased him, hoping he'd slow down
But he intended to leave this town
Tucking a prayer under each wing
A warm-weather mockingbird began to sing