Wobbling Poems | Examples

Life if lived fullest -1

If only life dares us new heights to scale, 
Joy and thrill of adventures, not of rest,     
Conquest of crests that feels like Everest, 
Life lived like cut off kites that freely sail. 
There’s thrill in a risk-starved scare-less soft ride, 
Nor joy in scaling a tiny hillock, 
In a high-sea drama rehearsed on dock, 
Romance, nor wanderlust O with a guide. 
Comes seafarers’ thrill in confronting life, 
In braving woes as if they’re a tame bull, 
Only he lives that lives life brimming full, 
He that sails through hanging on stormy strife, 
    Not one way wary of his wobbling breath, 
    He, hardly does live, dies a dismal death. 
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Crown of sonnets | 01.01.2008 | life, adventure  
Note: Time comes when one reflects on the life lived in the past, and wonders what if he had lived it another way. Man tends to secure a cocooned life made safer if not sure, devoid of risk and rough ride after dreaming for challenges in youth. Yet again he's left thinking about the rare joys of life missed out—if only ‘I had taken the road less trodden’! But… alas, it’s too late. 
Part 2 of this poem follows.

Weeping Waters

New jacket, new bike.
Old man rode
Wobbling unsteadily
Straight into a pond,
Frustrating the ducks.

Autumn

Autumn

….. is mortally wounded!
It stumbles, tumbles 
across the silken, rouged sky
quivering over rusted hedges
shivering through shouldered trees,
splattering, smattering 
everything in blood-red.

On it goes, on it flows
gasping and grasping
at clouds of bandages,
hobbling, wobbling 
suffering deep gashes;
haemorrhaging life
in crimson splashes.

While winter;
with the sly smile
of an Arctic fox,
coldheartedly waits for autumn’s
shredded, dreaded last breath!

Ian Souter 2025

where do I go from here

where do I go from here Jehovah. I have tried and I have not succeed. I did what you have adviced  and failed. I have followed your example and instead I am being ostracized. You have seen my affliction, and you have heard my out cries. I wobbling in a pit of excrement, and where is my rope. I have done nothing wrong again, and I am being slaugthered. You have seen the two side of the coin, and why sweet Jehovah you have not saved me. Why perlong this saga when every story has an ending. Why make bad people look righteous and good people look wicked. I have beseeched you on matters and I have groped for your advice, and I have followed them. Then where is my victory; you are Jehovah God of armies, and I have lost the war.

AoTEARoa aka New Zealand

Spine chilling velocity
Willing feverish ferocity
Pollution spilling atrocity
Pushes our buttons
Top billing forging
Fiendish drilling pomposity
Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons

Coining the term “purloining”
Plunder even here down under
Cast asunder..can hear the thunder
In the proud land of 
The long white cloud

Scold from the fold to heal
But won’t listen..do a deal
Gaudy gems appeal..glisten
History sold for pieces of gold

Cower to phoney crony power
Dour Parasites roll the dice
Show pony baloney hour

Off their heads...now divining 
Mining our whining sea beds..

Palaver of scour..devour and sour
Splice our shining slice of paradise
Vice rather than stories of glories told

Voraciously gobbling veracity
Audaciously hobbling precocity
Generosity wobbling even in the home
Of lengthy Cumulus Curiosity…

Not being funny
In this Land of Milk & Honey
Won’t kowtow to the cash cow

Getting out of hand
Because the answer forever
Whatever will never ever
Be just money!

The Music of Waves

“The sea casts a magic spell with the ever- rising breakers and the melody, the clanking of waves produce. It amazes us with the wonders hiding within its caverns. Without drawing any boundary or barrier, it rushes
to touch or submerge everything on its way”--- Quote by the Poet.

What engrossing feel overpowers me,
As I loiter along the sandy strands of the sea.
Waves whisper their goodbye as they recede back,
Girdling the shore with a garland of foamy blooms.
A zephyr comes tickling and tangling my hair
Seaweeds sway back and forth as waters shoot up.

Beneath the sand, when wavelets on my ankles kiss,
Like a child, I long to jump into the wobbling mass.
I let the water braid my hands, to savor its coolness.
Though I don’t like its chaotic depths and crashing tides,
In the music of waves, I enjoy a moment of unalloyed joy.
The sea is indeed a sanctuary of never- ending epiphanies.

Leaf

Lone, tall, verdant wobbling leaf
Strong autumn gales come
Immovable, unbending

ENJOY LIFE

       Get a life to enjoy in full,
        Propel life on charm, being cool.
        Dynamic active life at best.
        On canvas of life, love to paste.
        Always prompt, time never to waste.

         Grief and joy to come turn by turn
         To stay strong life long : Your concern.
         Meet challenge of life at each step.
         Overcome troubles not to escape.
         Arrange life to get a perfect shape.

         Try to explore life on new ventures.
          With wobbling heart don’t sit indolent
          The right moment always to capture.
          To take prompt action, be competent.
           Proceed in rapture, not to lament.

Neonate to Dotage

“Age merely shows what children we remain.” 
- Quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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charmingly weak, weakly charming
begins life, begins cessation
toothless smile, baby breath, wobbling
charmingly weak, weakly charming
true babyhood, true senescence
depending, needy, demanding
charmingly weak, weakly charming
begins begin, begins ending

Rudolph's Leg is Broke

santa’s in a fix rudolph’s leg is snapped
tripped on a candy cane now the poor guy’s trapped
mrs claus is fuming elves are losing their cool
one slipped on tinsel and fell in the gift pool

how will they deliver the toys in the night
without rudolph’s bright nose guiding their flight
but then an elf shouts hey we’ve got a plan
we’ll strap some flashlights to dasher and stan

the sleigh takes off wobbling like a kite
with duct tape holding things way too tight
but somehow they manage gifts tossed left and right
merry christmas to all from this chaotic flight


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Scofs and Rituals

What stemmed from a mystic romantic tale
                        The Lack of love and endearment inspires me
                        Nothing other then this another classic speak
                        In the tone of a voice one wants to hear
                        soothing and sensual the perfection of study
                         Muddy road, the tracks of a wobbling wheel
                       brisk chilly evening winds glazing the tempered feel
                              Glistening skies it's Christmas Eve
          Loneliness my warm blanket a sweetened confection for me to eat

Question

How many times do you have to kill me
For my life to be over?
You have already put the knife in my back,
Must you bring the axe down on my neck?
I stand before you with wobbling legs,
Knowing that the arrow in my shoulder
Was not sent from Cupid’s bow with love— 
You hold the weapon that is to slaughter me
Whilst I am held in place with only a rope.
I could easily run but my mind deceives me:
It convinces me it will all be over soon.
But how many times would you kill me
Just to feel the power it brings you?
And how many times will you watch me burn
Just to feed yourself with the flames?

Scavenger Hunt

                      Their feathered shields
                      like steel, shimmer in sunlight.

                     Gobbling, wobbling  on thorny feet
                     without flight;
 
                      foraging through leathered leaves
                      that autumn left behind,

                      acorns lay abundant, 
                      for hungry turkey's to find.

Vendetta Machine

Vendetta machine scammed me again
I put in a buck fifty for a dime of chocolate
it fired back with nothing but disgust.
The metal hook just wouldn't let go 
wiggling it in front of my greasy nose

Like a pugilist in his prime
i quickly struck it from both sides
left right-left right...
then a quick jab 
to its laughing glass eye.

I tried rocking it 
front to back front to back
it looked like a drunkard
wobbling along a broken railroad track.
but the metal hook held fast.
         
At my mental end and out of breath
I stuffed a wad of paper in its metal grin
to warn others of the sugar scam within.
A co-worker rounded the corner
and bubbled "happy Monday"
Ditto I grumbled...walking away 
hopeless and chocolate-less.

Early Voting

As I stood in the line looking neutral
Hoping my choice would be fruitful
I was knocked on my ass
By the bellowing gas
Of a wobbling sign with a snoot full

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