Short Winks Poems
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Possessed by eyes of deceivers
Stress pummels hearts twice deceived
If plainly perceived, are nerves believed
Pritty little winks.
Pritty little winks.
What do you think
of the pritty little winks.
They love you
You love them
Each and every little wink
Is a pritty gem
Jolly Ollie, the tiddledy winks king
Jolly Ollie really mastered that thing
He's amazing to human dragon and elf
He even impressed the Pope
Who's a pretty good winker himself.
I tiddle tiddle tiddle
down the lane lane lane
And winkle winkle winkle
through the grain grain grain
I hop and skip and leap and whirl
we all give a group shout
And now I'm such a weary squirrel
cuz I am all pooped out.
a popsicle
a
moment
on
the
beach
we
never
had
Richard Burton
the iguana
Puerto Vallarta
we
never
had
a
drink
sitting
on the king and I
purple faced
dream
island
mime
retreat
a moment of calm,
………..meditating
ok
DAY LIGHT WINKS THE SUN'S GONE DOWN
sun has past it's light
daylight winks the sun's gone down
has hid behind dark
lightness just closes its self
sun passes night arises,
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
10/21/19
Tanka poem verse
Tiny Wink's
Doth quizzical minds think
That when the eye's blink
All is forgiven
And revenant vice
Is a price worth paying
For childish muse's
And tempered fuses
So look away
If you're hard of pleasing
Once you've reached your ceiling
Because if 2016 has proved
Nothing else
Our Towers are leaning
What is the meaning
What makes us stop and stare
or wonder why we ended up somewhere
Have you ever been drawn to the opposite direction
in which you planned to go
Made an unexpected friend along the way
Maybe even extended your stay
Arent these signs we're supposed to read
Leading us where our lives need to be
Take heed each time you blink
For each sign, at least to me, is one of God's winks
Comfy cozy from my view
If I could I'd cuddle you
Troubadours have soft hearts too
They love their bluebirds, yes they do
Red guitars can play romance
Even though they cannot dance
They know just where to go in France
Nothing happens ever by chance
Rose buds and vanilla base
Together perfect in Embrace
So feminine, a fragrant trace
On you it's found it's rightful place
Statues rise and fall
Empires stutter and stall
Genius streaks 'cross the sky
Leaves in its wake more 'Whys?'
Mountains slowly erode
Earth cracks, they implode
The seas advance then recede
A hiss of steam from icebergs freed
The sun grows old, begins to expand
Turns devil-red, scorches the land
A mighty blast proclaims its twilight
The universe winks ~ goodnight
On the cold of an early day...
Mist hoovers atop low grass
I stand with chilled toes...
With only my head above the rooftop
As the sun winks rising
It bakes my face, to comfort
A feeling of warmth warms my bod...
As I watch the moon fade
I close my eyes and tilt my head slightly back
Then, I think to myself...
Such a beautiful, wonderful morning
Then, I look down...and the mist is gone
The tiny dragons dance aloft
whilst dragonflies soar amuck
They dance over the lake, over the lake they waft
The huffle-winks peer from the muck
At the bright flittering troupe
Dancing over the water, dancing by the brush
Those dancing dragons, how they swoop!
The water ripples under
They spin, twirl and dive, such an acrobatic group
Huffle-winks leap to the flutter
Dancing over the dark lake
Prancing glad with the rest, 'til, alas, it's over
If a nap fell in my lap,
I’d let it, for I know
That hours sap and often tap
Your get up and your go.
I’d shut my eyes and, no surprise,
I’d drift off in a cloud,
Where lullabies, in any guise,
Would never be allowed.
For I once thought that no one ought
To waste the day in sleep,
But slumber sought, when nerves are taut,
May make the nighttime creep.
So when I’m spent, I’ll be content
To float away and choose,
Without lament, a quick descent
Into a little snooze.
Sometimes the naturally gifted
are without a flake of ambition.
While the thoroughly ungifted
have the ambition of a raging river.
The wallflower wishing to be alone
seems to attract a murder of crows.
A social butterfly's world will contract
into a black hole of pure emptiness.
A snake with a taste for a nest of eggs
makes its way through pricks of discomfort.
The bird must plunk to the ground for seed.
Only to be pounced upon by the fanged unseen.