Short Whim Poems
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My favorite works of art
Are paperclip hearts
Bent on a whim
By loves gentle hand
Clipped tight to love letters and cards
Love colors I wear
When I truly dare to live
Through whim upon whim.
Love a colorful spectrum.
Daydreams coming true again.
I am so inclined
to bend and twist
to your every whim
merely because my
love
you have
complete control of
my heartstrings.
There was a young thing from Peking
Who opened a cafe on a whim
She cooked up a stew
Hadn't a clue
Didn't know where to begin
Toast him or roast him
or follow your whim, and
put him out on a limb ~
But if that limb breaks
Both your futures are grim
Master me in all surfaces
point to history written
rules of selection in whim
await doors still re-open
kinship prison of mankind
A mathematician once stated to me,
That H-2-O is water you see,
So in a sly whim
I barked back at him
Can you tell me what is K-NINE-P.
If hope is the thing with feathers
That floats on the wind
Your strength is the iron
bound in roots of an oak
gripped in sand’s shifting whim
flax oil tastes royal says jim
he will drink quite a lot no whim
fda deems fit
his liver wont quit
alas friends we buried him.
arbitary
random
spontaneity
.casual
thougjts
said
aloud
improvisatoions
impulses
ad-lib
at
a
whim
A ghost leaps out and shouts boo
Then was hit with a bowl of to-fu
He flew through the air
On a whim and a dare
He landed then called out yoo-hoo
Your pain is shared, Jim;
I go to annoy by car,
not quite on a whim,
to relatives who chatter
‘bout things I'm assured matter.
How to Go
Dr. James E. Martin
©August, 2013
I know not how to go,
The path I do not know.
I’ll trust in Him,
And not a whim,
The path, to me, He’ll show.
He was weird funny
He proclaimed to be president of many
People laughed at him
Saying it was just a whim
He lost his mind, now he is called president fanny
stiletto heels on banana peels
candle spice on frozen ice
on a whim trails trim
whipped ice on cherry slice
candy peices on dream leases
By Susan Mills
"A silent picture of starlit wonders tumble through a vast universe
where a whim is set free upon the wings of possibilities"
There once was a witty "tot", Tim,
His "radar" detected all the slim.
With "level" of glee,
He'd "deified" spree,
"Level" elated, Thats Tim's whim!
Basking
in tomorrow’s shadow
Transported
on yesterday’s whim
Open
to the moment’s calling
Born
again, again — and again
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Glued-to-TV Fay and Glued-also Jim
Watching love match shows sighing on a whim.
Both pining away
For a wedding day
Chance meeting from Lazy-Boys mighty slim.
Gettin' outta bed,
Taken every med;
Such a whim in my head,
To produce:
Refine my bar lines,
Gold; Ivy, or vines.
My eyes, got her wise,
Happy juice –
Ripe Lingo is the wit of pretension
Jargon is the fibery fuel of
the pellet stove that is my muse
Even I wince at the pleasing placement
of a quavering whim.
Riding on a road I have never ridden on with him.
Making this road all of our own as he drives on a whim.
Driving into memories which include forgetting about them.
A by-the-whim jaunt, chance
journey – overmuch, unplanned,
halfwitted? – spontaneous electrifying
possibilities overblossoming ultrathundering
magnabravissimos!
Form:
Weary old frog a cousin of aunties
Chased a young fly named Mr. McBanties
Mr. B was too quick for him
Took a bad turn on a whim
Ended up in my neighbor’s pink panties
zealously busy was young widow Kim
frenzied activities to not think of him
she painted her house pink on a giant whim
he came to her in her dreams, her true love, Jim.