Best Double Dactyl Poems
I can put things together
Sometimes I'm on what you wear
Sometimes on things
Sometimes I get stuck and you get mad at me
Its not often for me to break
I'm made out of metal
I'm a zipper
BEYOND YOUR END
Look deep into yourself my friend,
if then, you need to look to me,
and deep enough to see the end,
beyond your end is where I'll be.
Into the love someday you'll see,
becoming all the things you'll know,
before your very eyes, I'll be
already where you want to go.
I'll be your long and blinding light,
of which all life is awed,
the thread that reaches through the night
in search of what is God.
And in a while, if love is right,
and hope is not just more pretend,
though you have sought what e'er you might,
'tis me you'll find, beyond your end.
And I will love your death away,
removing from your mind
what'er your death might seem to be,
with love impossible to find.
Û © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa
Beaverish, feverish
hot Mrs. Cleaver wished
that her affair had not
given her clap.
Fast Eddie Haskell, her
boy-toy, that rascal, his
transmissibility
claims were all crap.
“Tickle me, pickle me,
say it’s not true, for if
you have the clap then I
must have it too!”
Doctors prescribed her some
anti-microbials,
Ward soon found out that she
had been untrue.
Beaver was curious,
Ward was so furious,
fake news of Eddie’s lewd
films made him snap.
“June, you’re so sensible,
incomprehensible,
that you could fall for that
con-artist’s crap!”
Friskiness, riskiness,
ratings were rising, but
not so surprising they
cancelled the show.
Frightened by content too
radiological,
sponsors said “Beaver” was
not apropos.
The Ancient Mariner’s Fate
Eternally doomed adrift
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Mariner repeats his
Story over and over now.
A sad soul in true agony
Incomprehensible
His heart now dry as dust
To his fate he must bow.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 3, 2018 (Double Dactyl)
Squickleby Pickleby
Nicholas Nickleby
loses his Father and
feels quite forlorn.
Ralph his tight uncle a
disciplinarian
mean to the marrow
regards him with scorn.
Nicholas, penniless
uncompromisingly
works as a master where
boys take the flack.
Nickleby fears for the
safety of orphans there
rescues a cripple and
never looks back.
Granted this ending is
unsatisfactory
Dickens had plenty more
meat to this tale.
So to all readers I
send my apologies;
These double dactyls are
tricky travail.
01.01.2021
Based on the novel 'Nicholas Nickleby' by Charles Dickens
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Notably quotably
Poetry's potency
Metrical dictation
Meditation
Cozily, dozily
Wordably herbal tea
Personification
Medication
1/7/2021
Ricketee Rocketee
Ellen DeGeneres
hosts her talk show with her
funniest moods
Loves kids who went viral
child-fun celebrity
take brainy kids at show
gives gifts or foods
Papayee Mommyee
Supernanny Jo Frost
who runs to the rescue
pal nine one once
Expert on time-out base
authoritarian
imposed her strict home rules
after child’s punch
Jan. 4, 2021
A basket ball player with bounce
Said, “All my opponents I'll trounce.”
But thanks to a gale
He fell on his tail,
And off in a huff he'd to flounce!
Complexus-Syntaxus-Maximus
Complexity-Syntaxity
Ezra Weston Loomis Pound
Flamboyant expression
Poetic modernity new.
Seeking no rifacimento
Onomatopoeia
Confusing readers so
Intricate verses make us blue.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 22, 2014
(Double Dactyl)
A big baseball player on pitch
Developed a strange kind of itch:
The ball flew up straight
Then down on his pate,
So he blamed the whole thing on a witch!
Paracelsus
Supremus-Alchemist-Occultist
Philippus von Hohenheim
Alchemist, Astrologer, and Physician
Arrogant to a fault.
Medical genius
Paracelsianism
Iconoclastic for sure
Ignorance he couldn’t halt.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 15, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
Have you been in love?
Have you shared a kiss?
Have you ever got a hug?
Have you ever gone thru all of
this?
I have not, nor ever been.
I have lost time and miss,
I have bitterness inside of
me,
I have nothing and noone to
be with!
A lonely heart is like being
sick
A lonely man is a walking
dead
A lonely soul is trying hard to
reach
A lonely friend is asking your
help
Will you not open your heart
for me?
Will you not give me your
tender touch?
Will you not kiss and make
me
happy?
Will you not love freely and
come to me?
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Black Eyed Susan
loneliness contest
Keats—Romantic Humanist
Romanticus-Extraordinaire
John Keats
La Belle Dame sans Merci
Circe-Enchantress to all.
Beautiful, deadly in her elfin grot
Supernatural-nous
She wept and sighed full sore
Hath thee in “Keatsian” thrall.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 17, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
Higgledy-Piggledy,
Young Dr. Frankenstein.
thought he was able to
cook up a man.
baking and broiling and
incomprehensible
things to invent such a
Frankenstein plan.
Shelley—Romantic Visionary
Maestro-Romanticus-Supremus
Percy Bysshe Shelley
One Heaven, One Hell
Promise of a later birth.
About a little soul
Epipsychidion
One immortality, one annihilation
Wilderness of this Elysian earth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 5, 2015 (Double Dactyl)