Best Canoodling Poems
Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll
On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide and seeking”
chasing and skedaddling
poking and peeking
like cuddly pandas
or canoodling otters
splashing and clambering
We roll and meander
impetuously twiddling all the way
atop gregarious green promenades
we pause in slight delay
as we prattle and prance
as we dance to the Crickets singing
nodding to their fiddling
frolicking with all the jiggling
Serendipitous stalks
of snickering flowers pop
to dazzle and razzle our wits
we glide in stripes of candy bits
of rainbows bright
Purple painted paisley
fragrantly flairs in pairs
of scented lavender sweetness
among black-eyed daisies
dusting the woozy air
in a meadow’s billowing bloom
sunflowers sunbathe in costume
We giddily tarry
as we carry
a feast of fancies and treats
artsy bits of charmed delicacies
filled with a peck of upcoming kisses
enticing fantasies that wink
Snuggling shenanigans lead us astray
as we find our rootie-tootie hideaway
hugs as we shy away
from tomfoolery jesting
to lay down and swoon
looking up at the soon to be stars
lingering for the coming of the moon
Murmurs of Starlings
gaggle their harmonies
of chirps
in cheeks and broadened beaks
thrumming tiny melodies.
Swallows sweep and woo
fixated on this unabashed swain
through songbird strains
announcing a shrilling review
broadening in sweet refrains
“I love you…I love you”
Fingerpainting the Monet sky
puffy white cotton words appear
from clouds passing by
while tiny violins spin in the air
piccolos peep
pigeon-toed Doves coo and weep
their contentedness to appease
trailing off the pleasant breeze
I fall upon my knees
My words explode to strew
like a thousand storms set free
“I love you…I love you…I love you”
Categories:
canoodling, i love you, love,
Form:
Rhyme
octobre slinks forth
relinquishing heat-scorched earth ~
salacious summer
enflamed leaves embracing
dalliance with wilder winds ~
erotic fall tryst
hoary trees exposed
brazenly displayed bosom ~
scandalous winter
new bulbs gamboling
commoved carefree canoodling ~
warm sassy spring
Categories:
canoodling, autumn, seasons, spring, summer,
Form:
Haiku
Golden dream of my recreate heart,
alike sui juris chow coram craving character .
Lacquey unaccustomed grow dumb art,
endure canoodling for chronic creature.
Reimbursing my biotic lacunae part,
gotta exhibit usance's unblemished picture.
Categories:
canoodling, beautiful,
Form:
Alliteration
Emoticon Yellows
If I were rich, which is a crime
I could do anything I wished
Claim my rights and entitlements as “affluenza”
But I’m an ordinary cyberpunk
A regular yellow kind of guy
An emoticon with an attitude
Manscaping, sliding through life with a close shave
Cantankerous and bodacious all the time
In chillax style, riding the daily yellow bus
Dragging my portmanteaus box inside
And my delishful gal with me there
Clad in fashionable plarn
Irregardless of everything else
We rise above the sights and flee
Above the ancient vomitocious towns
And meld into each other’s grue calm eyes
Canoodling all the while
Smog passes with the night
Snark comments distract us
An anacronym word or two slips out
But we don’t care
We’re off to spend the affluenza check
Just to prove we can
(PORTMANTEAUS words: “PORTMANTEAUS Box” all contest entry listed words
+ "canoodling" - hugs and kisses and "cantankerous- old and feisty )
8/19/14 Portmanteaus Poetry Contest
Categories:
canoodling, abuse, change, crazy, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
I know the Maid of Honour’s duties do not include a speech,
But looking at the perfect Bride, a vision in gold... and peach,
I couldn’t let the moment pass, without the chance to say,
How perfect for each other you are, on this your wedding day.
We’ve been friends forever, in school you were a brat,
But now you’re older, more mature and getting rather fat!
I know you really hate me; the proof is in the dress,
This thing you chose to put me in, it really is a mess!
Bows and ruffles everywhere, however could you think,
That a mature twenty eight year old could pull off vivid pink?
I know your gown is hideous, but even with that said,
There’s still no reason why the other bridesmaids are in red.
It’s clear to all that your wish for me was just to look a show,
And as it is your special day, I thought I’d let it go.
You’d always seemed to find it hard to find the perfect man,
You sat and watched all of your friends find theirs and formed a plan.
You tried it on with who they’d found until you had a date.
And so you lost a fair few friends? You’d found yourself a mate!
And in the groom you’ve found a man who over flows with love,
And through the trials that lie ahead, he’ll help you rise above.
With hugs and kisses he’ll shower you and have a few to spare,
In fact I saw him earlier, canoodling with Claire!
Honey, don’t react like that, he’s a jerk, I know it’s true,
But remember that you first hooked up, at our engagement do.
A leopard cannot change its spots, or so the proverb says,
And you told me you only married him for money anyway!
But then again you always were a shallow two-faced cow,
And why on earth should you decide to change your ways right now?
So ladies and gentlemen please join me, raise a glass,
To the spiteful two-faced Bride, and her two-timing Ass!
Categories:
canoodling, friendship, funny, hate, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Spring tramples the detachment of cold
it heals a winter's damaged heart
Buds peddle new beauty as trees poke
roots from defrosted ground
Barn swallows swoop in the cool air
of sparse meadows
To rest, to breed in man made roofs
A barn's hideaway nooks, soothing
like a Sinatra tune
Birds of blue plummage
tail feather streamers, deeply forked
under breasts of white streaks
like jet smoke flashes
Witt, witt sounds, cheerful chirps
that fill dark rafters
that spice a world pushing itself to spring
Hot specks of flutter
Unmuted yearning
Chirps, feather light, a bounce of canoodling
Bits of song that come and go
like lovers kissing in the hay below
Poem composed: February 21, 2021
Categories:
canoodling, appreciation, bird, encouraging, happy,
Form:
Free verse
Saturday morning dawns bleak and gray,
Storms pushing through promise a dreary day.
But rainy days aren't a reason for gloom.
If you're with your honey, something special can bloom.
Rainy day weather is time for some snuggling,
Hugging, kissing, canoodling, and cuddling.
Turn off your phones and TVs, lock your doors,
Grab your honey - need I say more?
Categories:
canoodling, love, nature, romance,
Form:
Couplet
The sun shone spendiferous as a shiny new pin on a vetrans lapel
She stood on parade for our lazy remarks... of such a fine day
As we slid lazily, contentedly (should be a word, i think) downhill past ducks dogs and chicken fried people
Chatting i observed my chubby toes and sighed
Cars bottlenecked ridiculous that some should drive
But... i didnt care as Carl was happily walking his faithful old dog
An she didnt mind
Hoping to loose a few cruel lumps from her saddle sack
A nice calm... very slow pace... to the beach... and back
The sea was a backdrop to the flow of families engrossed in
Wiping babies filthy faces
Dogs sweating and peeing
Peeing and sweating
Couples canoodling
And us....
As a screeching female teenager on a bus
After EVERYONES attention
ENTER the...
Jet Harrier....swoon
Well i did at least
Stood fixed to the spot, sweating hands to my fore
Sighing as he swooped round ten time or more
( i doth recline to tell you just how much his screech and swoon affected me)
But one does confess, the earth did move quite a bit
As I gazed fixed over our excuse of a sea
Southend on mud and the odd floating (your turn to guess next word )
(Just then, as per usual I realised Carl had buggered off ahead
And I was left,quite some space behind
So i picked up pace, with a smile on my face
That i may loose a few pounds.
We then sat on the wall and ate some chips..
Categories:
canoodling, introspection, uplifting, wife,
Form:
An untimely tortoise was tap tap tapping on a bright pink table cloth. But table cloths are neither clever clowns, cooing cows canoodling, and neither are they chorus clapping crabs in a line up displayed on a holographic pole.
Systematic signage shrink then? Yes. Well whoopee and how very very exciting too. IT is to be non existent if one constantly places a brain into a swamp or a mind's view into a piece of a log. Section then multiply the baking trays for they are often in disarray and become very annoyed and then refuse to preform even the simplest of boiling duties with a grin. A gruel grin.
Strong is a ship sail and a ship's sail is a Sophocles in a cloud. Whirling.
And now all that is said it is time to dance around the kitchen.
Good.
X Y Z.
Categories:
canoodling,
Form:
At last count we have 20,000 members
A pretty big following it seems
There must be something drawing us here
Other sites also help with our dreams
Something special must be happening here
Can't imagine what it could be
This unique collection of such talented people
It's a haven for you and me
Hang on a minute, I think I might have it
It's coz of certain folks enrolled
Won't mention names, you know who you are
Not fair to others if I told
So let's just say there's a humongous big bunch
Who turn my crank every day
Rush to my computer every single morning
To read what these sweeties have to say
Certainly not giving away any secrets here
It's reason for a very huge following
Poetry can almost becomes secondary at times
As we canoodle with love overflowing
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
canoodling, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Mashed potatoes, turkey and stuffing,
apple , pumpkin pie, the parade winds puffing
and Santa Claus will soon come,
a day of football, relaxing for some
others hurry baking and pressure cooking
while children stealing treats when no one is looking
and lovers are canoodling as coffee is brewing
with a prayer, a toast, a glass of wine
what a wonderful time.
Here it comes, be careful now
resist the temptation to hurry out
do a little gift prep early
of treasured sales in the hurly-burly
wait, before the season starts popping
and stores galore are open early for shopping;
take this time to embrace the gathering
of time and experiences shared in jabbering.
Thanksgiving for family and friends
get-togethers, laughter and memories on end
take a picture, two or three
of recall for the family tree
of good times, tears
and wonder at the quickness of passing years
hold it close, hold it tight
before these precious dreams take flight.
Categories:
canoodling, family, thanksgiving day, together,
Form:
Rhyme
He had a Galatea named Deidre.
His plastic inamorata.
Considering his advanced age
she was also his Lolita.
Deidre and he would climax together.
while he played his essential part.
For a while he sparked and enkindled.
Canoodling in domestic bliss,
he would dress her,
paint her toenails, apply makeup;
see to her every need.
It seemed to him
that Deidre’s sexual demands
grew stronger.
He lost sleep, grew weak of limb,
his health failed,
until he could no longer manage
for himself.
In the end
she had to carry him everywhere
like a doll.
Categories:
canoodling, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar..
Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled.
Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…lace whirls..grace dimpled dappled jar..
Perch...parched pagans besmirch..sip...druid fluid drip..Iris’s secular church..
Venerate yesteryear dips…commemorate Faustian fillips....teasingly pickled..
Smug treacle toned thatch rugs hugs sturdy slabs.. shrugs..
Tugs tussling tree torn trusses and trestles....
Trumpets tradition.. crisp crumpets in flames..sedition flickering..
Like sassy strumpets calling each other names…playfully bickering..
Remember the surreal cast….gayfully ethereal echoes..
Beacons blush in the embers of the past..
Classy pubs dripping with polished pewter.. parochial paraphernalia…ballsy brass...
Crepuscular charms. splinters splicing smokey shadows..
Wafting whispers.. across tobacco tinted tainted times..
Whistles whetted..quaffing…quenching ...cavorting with crannies..
Carousing with nooks naked in timber flannelled panels..
Canoodling on fecund bulbous bales farm foraged.. freshly fashioned...
Flirtatious follicle flicks....gurgling guffaws, raffish rascals' whisky whimsy..
Courting curious covens..sporting prosecco cackle cacophonies.
As sons become dad..in turn perched with their lad..
Lady lawyer betwixt a pimpled tyro…local employer, bumpkin on the giro..
Museums of marvels.. hoodwink misplaced metaphors..
Laced with a house pour of moreish memories of before..
That without impunity the nub of a pub..
The bar.. a community hubbub hub..
Gracious Landladies…loquacious Landlords..
Sagacious stars...near and far..
We raise our jar.
For our home from home..
A public house..
Ta..
Categories:
canoodling, culture,
Form:
Free verse
Squarely conscientious, I unwittingly
sanction selfhood acutely triangulate
courtesy webbed geometry jeopardize,
galvanize pluck nudging contrived arc,
virtually courting temptation aware,
sans impetuousness compromises an
anonymous commingling, nonetheless
electronic fraternization enthralls mine
plucky chutzpah possibility intrigues
yours truly sporting impish grinning
smile across world wide web unsure
quasi cryptic communication decrypted
maybe imperfectly interpreting message
this enamored disembodied spirit doth
chance circling foursquare kibitizing
downplaying grand illusion spontaneity
gist ripples thru this human entity while
comfortably cushioned buffered against
disappointment accepting outcome - par
for the course amidst cyber spatial gulf
nothing ventured brings disappointment
more often than not, this solitary fellow,
a beetle browed fool on the hill smarting
over...he ne'er gathered rosebuds fruitless
ruing foregone opportunities, hence tho'
cocooned against adverse outcome revel
at fleeting giddiness affixing envisioned
smile upon unknown reader, or perchance
another veritable stranger, cuz amiability
need not be sole providence aimed at one
select web surfer, but extended warm free
greeting permissible allow one imperfect
troubadour to sprinkle pleasantries to any
person, whose scrolling intersects with my
genuine not "FAKE" aery mission to offer
abiding friendship e'en if limited to realm
of harmonized synthesized online reality.
Categories:
canoodling, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
I wonder but wondering is neither wavering or wilting. And just who would build a duck arch at a junction anyway? The way is always clearer when the past is lost but who argues with gaggles of geese is often left questioning the ideology of a cosmic soup dish although this should never be miscontrued as a soapy basin for basil is intelligant so when feeding fish please be very aware that acorns are large and therefore a not an option for flakes. Kiss then. Good. Go on then kiss. Mr and mrs in a barn. Canoodling. But not noodles. Hahaha beans waving with beards hahaha mystical moo meeting a hay bale. X x x x x x x cicumstantial cosmological corrosion x insectiside z z z z
Categories:
canoodling, adventure, allusion, autumn,
Form: