Short Wobbled Poems
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Love is blind,
So I wobbled into his heart _
A place of callous pain,
Sharp edges and heart-ache ,
And so I cried for a lifetime.
When I looked at her I was awed
Sweet cat, she was only three pawed
Could run very fast
But wobbled alas
Decided to name her Tripod.
The chicken squawked
The lady walked
The horse snorted
The mail was sorted
The Turkey gobled
The chick wobbled
The dog barked
The squeaking cart
Did Take Another Slip
When ship over started to flip,
On floor did take another slip;
Wobbled a bit,
And had to sit;
Then on God did get tighter grip.
Jim Horn
A flying reindeer drank much beer
Wanting to be full of Christmas cheer,
When the man in the red suit pulled his rein
He wobbled in the sky with such disdain
He filled poor Santa with fear.
At my party, dog Snicks tried some wine
Licked one two rhum bits then felt unfine,
Round body then wobbled
Lost senses, she fumbled
Whirled on the rug, oinking like a swine!
silverware tarnished
forks absent some teeth
plates chipped at the edges
set of cups incomplete
the table wobbled and creaked
like them, sad and bleak...
down the block from prosperity
of which they hadn't a peek
Sad ..
Very sad this fall
No papers to be muddled
Nor slim waist trees to be Shaked
Burdened with stunned winds
Wobbled broken
On the threshold of the sidewalk
Gloomy fall
stillness only
From a child crying
His smile was swallowed by waves
Without swish
hearts wobbled ^ felt sick <
^ ^
passion pricked °°°
••••••
amour clicked ~~~~~~ ¢
I put some jelly on my fork, intended for my mouth,
I then had visions of it, sliding way down south,
But this implement's not for jelly, it acted negligent,
It briefly wobbled on my fork, then to the floor was spent,
Now should I use a knife or spoon, or simply go without.
Soul and Mind
wobbled mind drinks desires demanding, acting possessive, obsessive.
placid pristine soul flashes ethereal ray to illumine mind.
01/02/20
Second Place
'ku duet' contest by Silent one
'Soul' Contest by Robert James Ligouri
The young lamb arose
Shaky damp from mothers
Womb seeking milk
It wobbled and plots its path
Not yet seeing but
Moms tongue tickles
His bum and guides him
Warm satisfaction milk
Strength begins to flood
This weary little soul
And now a new life will
Cascade him into the
World adventurer at best
Last night I met an incredible ghost
I offered him the cheese and chicken roast
The ghost was a gobbler
He was a bit hobbler
Wobbled all the way for his sweet next host
Oh! My Love!
New to start:
Love by heart
wobbled but
not apart
not to hurt.
Our Love grows.
Passion flows.
Amour glows.
Come Dear, close.
Take red rose.
01/14/22
' What's New '
Contest by Joseph May
His tongue felt glued
to his gum with
epoxy;
his legs swayed, wobbled,
softened like
spaghetti;
for there, at last, she was,
waving over her
shoulder;
her shy smile beckoning
him, "Come on
over";
jet-black hair falling over
a mirthful, teasing
eye;
ah, arterial bursts of love,
what a swell way
to die!
His tongue felt glued
to his gum with
epoxy;
his legs swayed, wobbled,
softened like
spaghetti;
for there, at last, she was,
waving over her
shoulder;
her shy smile beckoning
him, "Come on
over";
jet-black hair falling over
a mirthful, teasing
eye;
ah, arterial bursts of love,
what a swell way
to die!
A crystal cup
Warm hot chocolate
Topped with cool Vanilla ice
Swirls of fruits danced around
A dollop of rich cream on top
Tongue about to experience ecstasy
A tiny dirty hand stretched
Hungry eyes bored into mine
The crystal shook and wobbled
The glass was passed
He licked the cream and tasted delight
The soul found ecstasy
What flips, then flops
What comes in, goes astray
Control is ephemeral
Stability is fraught
For tethers taught
Cannot keep on hold
The obsessive need for change.
You can't stop progress!
Moving on is long gone
Perhaps you missed the train?
See what you missed
With head turned back,
A gaggle of opportunities
Wobbled on by,
Goose on the loose, chased.
She doesn't dance like Anna Pavlova
She doesn't sing like Diana Ross
but on this blissful day I am watching
the best performer I've ever come across
She wobbled on her pique turns
She forgot to point her toes
but she never lost her smile
a perfect angel until the close
She might not sing in perfect rhythm
She might not always be in tune
but her singing is so beautiful
it makes this proud daddy swoon
Under the soft glow of the moonlight,
he said,” You’re my moonbeam,
My knees wobbled as if I were about
to fall,
Quickly, he encircled me in his arms,
and softly, my name I heard him call,
From a distance, I could hear something like a scream,
As I opened my eyes, he was nowhere
to be seen,
The scream was my alarm clock, the robber who robbed me of my beautiful dream.
By Zyrool
Amy
batted
her long
lashes,
her bright
ruby
lips pursed.
Make up
was smeared
over
her cute
visage
Daddy
found her
with the
‘paint box.’
Oh no
Amy!
daddy
exclaimed,
mummy
will be
so cross.
Tiny
tears formed
and her
ruby
red lips
wobbled.
Amy
didn’t
think that
using
mummy’s
make up
for her
own face
wasn’t
allowed,
but then
again
Amy
is aged
just two!
12~10~16
Victory! Victory! Victory!
He shouted.
He was optimistic,
But, situation was pessimistic.
He struggle to achieve,
Achievement is far near,
He moved closely, but far.
He tried to accomplish,
Mistakes never allowed.
He ‘dabbled’ and ‘wobbled’.
He fell and stood up.
He rose and fell.
The road is long and narrow.
But, he knew, he will succeed.
He managed to press on.
And when he least expected,
Victory came, yet aluta continua.
In the dark cold reality,
Unflinching vision world totality
I quivered at the quaking,
Twitching uncontrolled heaves shaking,
God's leaving town
My heart wobbled just thinking
The absence of some believing,
To be lost in such frailty
Kneeling to give an unholy fealty,
Ground sinking down
Hell's fires surely are baking
Truth is all in the damned faking,
Kings crowned in vacant royalty
Shudder to think of the loyalty,
Shops shutting down
Close your shudders!
Two squirrels broke into my kitchen and
found my mixing bowl~
a sweet, forbidden lake.
They dove right in with greedy paws
to sample what I was about to bake.
They slurped the batter, paw by paw,
till neither felt awake;
they wobbled, woozy, sugar-drunk
moaning, “We have a huge tummy ache.”
And when I checked my kitchen next,
I sighed, “Oh, for goodness’ sake!
Two many squirrels, with sticky tails,
had truly spoiled my cake.”
A pigeon joined me for morning tea
A pigeon joined me for morning tea
Out on the ledge
Fat as can be
Starring through the window pane
Starring at me
As I sipped my tea
He bobbled he wobbled
He put on a show
As the sun began to glow
I’ll invite him for lunch
I wish he would stay
I would feel so lonely if he flew away
He’s cute and he’s chubby
Perhaps another’s hubby
He was part of my morning
He may be part of my noon
He may fly away,
Perhaps over the moon