Waggish Poems - Poems about Waggish

...This 30th of November, I can be dragged down by men that I loved. And they feel no guilty I’m caged in maturity. A little girl tugs my fuchsia leg-split “Tear it or tear down”. ......Read the rest...

...On the other side of the village, there lived an old woman. Every day, she walked barefoot on a country dusty road, passing by our neighborhood. In the summer, we played all day long in the dust......Read the rest...

...BULINGDON BOYS Bogus ! Bullingdon boys ! Engaged in chaotic noise, raising cheerful voice but not pretty sight. All are out at night. Bold Bullingdon l......Read the rest...

...I have a pet, a smart little dachshund Whenever I go out, he follows me always Watching him wag his tail is fun Mischievous he is, his antics amaze Raven black is his shining skin, ......Read the rest...

...Antisocial anacondas don't associate in numbers; Bears and beavers don't become the best of friends. Civet cats catch rats, so is it any wonder On doleful dingoes dire dilemmas do descend? Effete......Read the rest...

...I’m Face-Timing with my Grandmère, we touch-base once a week. I love that face, wrinkled, like wind-weathered driftwood, and she’s a wag. “Are you familiar with the ECB?” She asks. I wince at this......Read the rest...

...Get barefoot and walk on grass Skip too if you may, enjoy long laughs Catch a firefly and watch it glow Hold it for only a moment and let it go Get......Read the rest...

...It's hard to be Harry's Mommy He is like a raving Tsunami. "Why didn't you do the homework Harry?" "The letters were gulped by the papers, Mommy". "Why is the bedsheet so messy, Harry?" "It ......Read the rest...

...I have some amazing collections! The moon, dark lacunae etched all over, Broke pearls strung on failed ideas, Hideous rocks, amassed from my life's path, A worn-out journal and it's mortifying ......Read the rest...

...Swaying turbulent ripples of musings Unfold my heart’s deep yearnings. Numb inside with perturbed passions, Flaring eyes digging clock and my ears Lament for the whispers of your secrets......Read the rest...

...My friend has gone shopping for chicken stock. I miss her so much. The drapes are drawn I have to see, cannot be closed in I miss my outer side so much. Outside, last winter’s trees are clutch......Read the rest...

...Jiggery pokery maestro Charlie Chaplin on screen comic icon amusing stamp. Unreal acts turned art verisimilitude waggish movie journey from ’Kid’ to ‘Tramp’. January 15, 2021 Syllable co......Read the rest...

...Dad could roll a cigarette with just two fingers and the tip of his tongue. I saw him do this once in a wind storm. Magically he would shave just close enough to keep his grizzled face blue......Read the rest...

...Neither fame, nor fortune sought, sans this anonymous wordsmith, whose quirky pastiche (no matter evokes collywobbles, when risky business undertaken to spill forth most confidential personal wo......Read the rest...

...Unlikely this romance between Miss Cricket and stodgy Buddy Biddle, so stagnant set in his ways, stuck While Cricket eighty-nine years young dances rings around him full of impish energy ......Read the rest...