Short Waddles Poems
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cuddly puppy
devouring the affection-
melted heart
fur-ball
waddles about-
oops, tinkle
If one “quack” talks,
and waddles around;
why all the confusion?
Alexis Y.
11/9/2010
night good afternoon
a cunning zombie waddles
despite the crabgrass
pollinate flowers
a little, able bee eats
all of the nectar
4/23/19
Cute so my puppy
He is playful and ideal
He has gentle paws
Active personality
He waddles; I feel happy
9/2/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Hello my kitten
You are little and pleasing
Meowing he speaks
He has weird front paws and feet
Cuddles waddles so darling
2/14/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Her plumage allures
Curvaceous in her wiggle
Like a duck waddles
In trance I am, captured so
She in view, I follow true
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Fat armadillo
Waddles into garden ...
Sweet potatoes gone
I left my hands behind miles ago.
My eyes drift 30 feet behind my body.
My heart waddles over hot gravel.
A Highway Dust Angel.
My brain took an Uber. My soul
Bought by a Buddhist back in Biloxi.
she cannot get into clothes anymore
prefers a blue mumu or sweat pants
red meat eater from Iowa
well-fed with carbohydrates
rotund and Rubenesque
waddles into rooms
squat and stocky
overweight
chunky
bulk
into the barnyard with a high knee-jerk
a yellow duck waddles in with a smirk
it pecks the hens on the rump
Old Mac Donald named it Trump
like the president he's hard up at work
9/15/2017
Beaver, mole or platypus? It waddles like all three.
I watch the creature scoot along, wild, weird and free.
If she pauses along the way to leave some tiny eggs down
I will call her Platte City Platypus, named for my uncle’s town.
In Sherwood Forest Friar Tuck
Fell down a ditch where he got stuck
Astride a broken branch
And, yes, I have a hunch
He waddles now like Donald Duck!
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Contest: Make Me Laugh
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Placed 3rd
Posted 25th November 2020
baby ostrich queen of the land
stretches her wings like a rubber band
snaps back together and gives a squawk
we like to see this one wobble walk
baby ostrich queen with voice a squeak
to your life we would ask one tiny peek
she waddles away waving her feather tail
post office maybe? To get the mail?
Long luscious legs
Better than eggs
Not too greasy
Legs over easy
Short thin or fat
What's better than that
Some prefer lean
Like legs of a Queen
Smooth or quite hairy
Those are quite scary
Strides glides or waddles
Legs of all models
Legs out of reach
Legs on a beach
Legs in the air
Legs everywhere
Stoplight Fireflies
Stoplight fireflies blink yellow
over vacant intersections
Owls whisper on the mist
mime-like field mice listen
Soft surf muffles side step
clatter of crab legs
Feral eyes swallow
waning moonlight
A possum waddles beneath
blinking yellow fireflies.
©John G. Lawless
4/3/2017
Little Bit waddles and limps downstairs at the sound of my voice. Barks at the hyperactive English Springer with all the fervor of Boris, the Russian Wolfhound, of Disney’s Lady and the Tramp fame.
the scruffy old stud
with four legs close to the ground -
wisdom’s on his side
In the mood to sleep
waddles of filthy people
by means of burrows
ahead of time for the swap
reeking with confusion
their legs move at a snail's pace
planned in a fairly haphazard way
the spine-tingling apex
will soon be within reach
a sludge of a grasp of the matter
Written: April 30, 2022
What does he want? Pierre asks Jacques.
A taste of wine?
A bit of brie?
A tiny croissant perhaps?
Jacques guesses come as fast as abc.
This phantom monster of New York opens up his teeth.
The champagne pops, and the cork goes up, and down, and now beneath.
T-rex gulps, satisfied, and waddles away, with a swish and a glide.
Polly Wally waddles all day
She's running for office in LA
She wastes time doodling
Enjoys a daily noodling
But she never earns her pay
Polly Wally was once quite a looker
before politics she worked as a hooker
now she dresses with power
doesn't get paid by the hour
now she's aging no man would book her
afternoons Sunday
windows waddles so quiet
enjoying the door
moving back and forth
as the wind laughs blowing forth
a breeze mountains breath
out the window scene
so quiet window waddles
as I peer outside
moving back and forth
thus I witness all of this
whist I peek more
1/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Priss As A Peacock
Priss as a peacock
proud as I am,
I prance ore the garden
waving my fan.
Proud Senorita
crown all in tact,
waddles and wades
train trailing back.
Glorious gait
eyes all a glow,
regal and royal
she puts on a show.
Till one small flaw
Her neck stretched up high,
She screeches an opera
Like one who has died.
Ring, ring, ringing a bell
And singing towards the sound of crystals.
Too cold for a moonlight shine;
Too hot for a feast’s flame;
However just right it is, how softly
It sits and waddles its paws,
Little sundrops flop over the delicate
Leaves of colourful imagination.
A comfortably scorched piece and
To be seen tomorrow, see you next time.
Pretty mama Steampunk cat named Priss
Had litters of kittens that mew and hiss
They were turned away and put on bottles
She is not warm or fuzzy said tom cat Waddles
Tom cat Jim and Tom cat Dick and Jerry agreed
Pretty mama Steampunk cat was cold indeed
you cannot make a mama out of an unwilling cat
but her armor, wheels and gears were “all that”
How does life go?
Does it go straight ahead?
Full throttle? Ever onward and
upward? All systems go
all of the time? For some it may
But not for me
~ That's not the way
I say that life zigs and zags
that it wiggles and wobbles
and waddles. It goes up;
it comes down. It spins
around; it cries and falls down
~ It gets up again too
A mother
Waddles
Into the hospital
They lay her down
They prep her
Time is now to birth a child
And upon this day
God has said
The sunrise July 14,
A spirit/physical burst forth
Now then is how it begins
The sunrise, the birth of …
Nathania Augustine JoyLuv Williams
7/15/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©