Shuffling Poems - Poems about Shuffling

Falling asleep is such sweet sorrow! Alas, lullabies are so 'Yesterday''! It started with counting sheep: Knit one, Purl One, Knit two Together, Promenading One by One, Fluffy Cute Wee little Lambs, Jumping over a fence. One, two, three, four........ zzzzzzzzzzz But, the shepherds shooed the flock back inside the shed. Said it was midnight mayhem - 'duffing sheep to rustle sleep'! So the Hypnos Somnus Gurus...

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Inspired by the Onomatopoeia Contest (2024), sponsored by Emile Pinet. Mid-day invaded my spirits with blah. I sauntered the path to the coffee shop and heard my friends blabbing on endlessly, astir with the recent barista flop. I swallowed a mouthful of latte, gagged and gargled with an unwanted flush of caramel nut crème tickling my throat. It made my gustatory senses...

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My hand splits the deck, divides the weight of galaxies and shadows, halves of fate. At a drive-in, the Cutlass grows hot; glass bursts like safety-grade stars scattered between laps, a witch pulling shards from her hair— blood owed but not her own. Starlings improvise in mirrors of sky...

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The snow turned into freezing rain So walking wasn’t easy. We shuffled slowly; fear of falling Made me slightly queasy. As younger folk went traipsing by I realized, on reflection, That once-upon-a-time my body Needed no protection. Yet, though in shape, I worry now For aging bones may shatter So caution reigns supreme as mind’s Triumphant over matter....

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shuffling snow...coal boots forfeit the steel pavement ...scuff marks left behind 12/2/2018...

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Joys increase where hearts lie open To the sun and reign, Where Jack and Jill are King and Queen, Diamonds or no. Pharaoh and Caesar Must bow down To the spade and to the plough. Augurs of harvest utter Words of life and words of death. Black the gallows, red the wine. Nimble or club-footed we glide, or shuffle, To the dance. Does Death sleeve every...

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Shuffling wreck, legacy of a life well spent; Knees creaking, clicking articulations, a Spine complaining, shoulder crunching. Legs spindly toothpicks beneath a pregnant olive, A-cups sagging. Lungs afire at the Leaping up of stairs, gasping breaths. A visit to the dungeon of torture, the gymn, Where perceptions of self are confronted in cruel mirrors, is penance for past sins…unredeemed By...

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(Shuffling with Shel) Ode to Shel Silverstein The master taps across the stage Wiggling rhymes upon his page Tapping, leaping, letting go Silly poems that steal the show. Heel, shuffle, Heel, step Like A Runny Babbit Falling up Flap, heel, turn A Light is in the Attic. Spying, listening to his moves Tapping out his beat The rhymes that skip across my ears Are silly, yet so...

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rambling down the street click clack clack click follow the feet walking tall towards the place where all pretenders seek click clack as the mirror reflects the mountain so steep clack click the peak so high valley so low rambling down the street, to the end it's me I meet...

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A set of cards create a complicated case of games The cards speed up-- is this how the game goes? They are scattered with honesty and blames People are crowned with sweet wins, separating kins from foes These maniac cards seem to test my knowledge I suppose practice makes perfect, but in this case, I'm a lower average I learned that...

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