Short Tweaking Poems

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Tweaking Mona Lisa

The last thing
you should ever want
is for a poet
to re-edit your verse
Better a robot
still better an ape
 if your words to survive
— and disperse 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Form: Rhyme


Winsome Moments

Exotic Feathers: 
effacacious in the wind
winsome moments
resembling rainbows
Oceanic Views:
blankets of crystalline skies
tweaking the soul
breath-taking visions !


Copyright McCuen
© Mc Mc  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member A Tweak From Grandma

An old fountain pen; restored to its former glory. Parchment awaits its clothing of poetry; my grandmothers words appear; not mine. Another ancestral visit; she’s tweaking me.
Form: Sijo

Premium Member Honing Stillness

“How still is our tranquil stillness ~ If it ushers not blissfulness” _______________ Seeking connection In active cognition Presupposes Separation Seeker seeking Is energy leaking Methinks silence Needs tweaking 15-September-2022
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Thought of the day

tweaking endings requires replaying dreams
but what is the cause of such addiction
wherein we enter trance in our thought streams
state of deep hypnosis our affliction
until ego dies by crucifixion 
we may at any time set our soul free
unshackling consciousness from our mind tree


This Anxiety Is Depressing

This anxiety has my mind always tweaking,
Bottled up energy about to blow my beacon,
Shattered with everything I am always seeking,
Raddled with misery with the fear that is leaking. 

Depression squeezing,
Time slowly seizing
Motions always wheezing
Coasting and never feeling
Roasting and always freezing
Fleeing but never leaving
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Ulladu Narpadu Addendum 144

Siddhis or powers on us may be bestowed,
just as petals open of a blooming rose
but addiction to allurements is best stowed,
that poised in stillness and dwelling in repose,
we see there’s no purpose in tweaking the dream,
which in duality does endlessly stream,
save for the purpose of sharing love and light,
as a beacon of hope in darkness of night.
Form: Rispetto

Corroding Mood

Depression me, dumb
Showing low or no, signs of fun
What to do
I’ll, forget too
Calm
Feels so wrong
Clouding judgment
Trails of resent
Boy!
What joy?
A need to hide
Then sad decides
Active
For the practice
Tweaking
I’m going out, streaking 

You don’t want

To be

Around

When

My feelings fall down

Wow!

Go 

Slow 

Or you’ll let it all show
Form: ABC

Premium Member Withdrawal

During enduring winter rain
the small bird cheeping

his only wish of certain warmth
ducks out of the sheeting rain - each
 
grain aimed an icy dart poignantly
tipped with a hardening past -

into the chimney duct through
too-small a hole for use again,

tweaking his wish to certain flames,
some sorta luck, and, suddenly drained,

              to sync with the rain
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Taught By Children

Other people raise children.
	We sat back and learned from ours.
		They kind of raised us.

We had never heard 
	Of some of the ideas they 
		Brought home to us.

Designer clothes.
	We did not have those
		In our day.

I am still being taught by children.
	Other people’s not my own.
		One taught me twerking last year.

Designer clothes and tweaking.
	I am being raised by the best we have 
		Our children.

Fairy of the Poem

there are rumors always flowing
but very little known
about the tiny mischief nymph
fairy of the poem

to her each poems a new beginning
on a trail to wanderlust
an adventure taken to the edge
this fairy of the verse

fussing over every title
tweaking of the lines
adding just the right amount of dust
this fairy of the rhyme

only seen when she lets you in
as she flutters to and fro
taking you to the highest heights
fairy of the poem

I'M Keeping

Her distant voice is tender
falling all around
caught up in her splendor
not one single sound.

Needs are always aching
quaking in my heart
I’m hers for the taking
from the very start.

Never are we speaking
seeking loving ways
writing passions tweaking
love poems all my days.

Always am I thinking
sinking in the need
trying hard and inking
words into the deed.

Deep need ever creeping
seeping into me
always know I’m keeping
thoughts of you and me!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Helzabob met Mister at the Door

Helzabob had her own ways of tweaking spells a tiny bit
She unleased some monstrous concoctions on her sister.
Helzabor created creatures who danced, twirled, and sometimes bit.
One time they went after a stuck-up guy who insisted on “mister.”

Mister came down the hill and slid into the witch’s house.
Everyone ran for cover, especially rat, crow and mouse.
Helzabob with a diabolical smile met him at the door.
She zapped him into a new green creature forever more.
Form: Rhyme

These Are the Days of Our Lives

Hopscotch playing
Dragon slaying
Home alone staying
   Child of a broken home
Liquor sneaking
***** peaking
Experimental tweaking
   Adolescent always stoned

Cigarette smoking
Eating then choking
Closet toking
   Average American whore
Cake baking 
Zoloft taking
Dinner making
   Wife and mother of 4

Empty nest
Did your best
Cheers to the rest
   Menopause is the answer
Constantly prying
Endless crying
Slowly dying
   Widowed grandmother with cancer

Sitting Underneath the Piano

So strange.
On the tuning board I'm an F
and yet I feel quite sharp somehow.
Perhaps I need an adjustment.
Here.
or there.
A tweaking of metal wires
wrapped a little too tightly
and then I'll hit the perfect C.
So strange.
for somehow sharp still feels like me,
looks like me,
is like me.
Hmph.
I guess it's better to be sharp than flat,
and while I'm at it, better yet,
full with chords and rhythm too...
Maybe I should synchronize 
and be a little more like you.

Personal Preference

I must maintain I much prefer poems which do amuse yet elucidate with alliteration plus a fun pun to enlighten and or educate double meaning yes indeed metaphorically speaking a clever endeavour is all I need for word-play tweaking and no quibbling I refrain from reading stream of consciousness scribbling with neither rhyme nor reason a smattering of words dribbling altho' meaningless all the rage scattering in wobbly lines Pollock-like across the page
Form: Rhyme

Trembles and Thrills

there was a young girl from Surrey
whose love life was all of a hurry
so went for sex advice
from a madam of vice
now can tease and tempt without worry

she has learnt the art of foreplay
hope he has the libido to stay
her tweaking and kisses
sure has no misses
has a smile on his face all day

his friends ask was it more than a kiss
said he can't disclose what it is
that has made his day
in a wonderful way
said his trembles and thrills were just bliss


penned Nov 3 2015
Form: Limerick

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