Best Dailey Poems
Caleb Smith, southern gent so refined,
has an interesting, humorous mind.
He not only can write,
but can farm, fish and fight,
and on critters he hunts he has dined!
Also clever at limericks is Tim.
He does footles for friends on a whim.
The bright bulb in his brain
comes on time and again.
May Tim Ryerson’s light never dim.
A third limerick writer, Mike Dailey,
has some fifty of them we can see!
Though I don’t know him well,
by his poems I can tell
that a doting grandfather is he.
There are oodles of limericks by Jack.
Sheer wit our dear Horne does not lack.
But his vampire obsession
can leave a gal guessin’. . .
Am I friends with a maniac?
In praise of the Duke I now sing.
All his poetry has that cool “ring” -
a limerick each one -
making Beauford- bar none -
The PoetrySoup limerick king!
*A SHOUT OUT also to five OTHER great limerick guys: Sean Kelly,
Charles Sides, Charles Clive, Harry Horsman, and Robert Hinshaw & Soupers,
Let me know of any other limerick guys out there I should know about!
For : Sandy Ivy D's Poem of Dedication Contest
Monopoly with its property
Its colored coded squares
Its stacks and stacks of money
Roll those dice for pairs
Get yourself a hotel
Park it on Park Place
If anyone should land there
They’ll be out without a trace
And the corner with the jail
Is the safest place to be
If there’s hotels there on Park Place
And the owner isn’t me
If the game goes on for hours
And I’m losing, it’s a shame
I get antsy, I get restless
And I think it’s a bored game
But
Monopoly and Sorry
The Game of Life and Risk
Clue and Chinese Checkers
How can a kid resist
Maybe Chutes and Ladders
Or a game of Candy Land
And any other board game
That you might have on hand
Parcheesi, Chess and Scrabble
Dungeons and Dragons too
On a rainy day in April
What else is there to do?
Written by mike dailey 5/21/11
*Judy Kones contest - Monopoly
His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And I’ve never loved the sea
That only leaves one option
It’s the Army Air Corps for me”
So he dropped out of his college
And joined the Army Air Corps
He learned to be a pilot
And then he went to war
He was not a fighter pilot
He didn’t fly a jet
He piloted the transports
The biggest you could get
He was flying in the South Seas
When he met an Army nurse
Then something clicked inside him
It was love right from the first
They had to wait the war out
Till the Army nurse went home
They married in her hometown
Then the Air Corps made them roam
In October then of forty-six
They had themselves a daughter
In the Panama Canal Zone
Then he’s flying off over water
Then they lived in Puerto Rico
Where they had themselves a son
September then of forty-eight
They were proud of what they’d done
When they moved to Massachusetts
Johnny’s hometown state
He transferred to the Reserves
Still flying that airfreight
They had another daughter
January – Nineteen-fifty
They were settled into a quiet life
Till Korea got too shifty
Johnny said “I am a pilot
And I was born to fly
I’m going back to full time service
I belong up in the sky”
So he’s back up in his transports
In missions he did live
He said “I’ll do what I must do
And I’ll give all I can give”
In July of nineteen-fifty-one
Another daughter’s born
Then Johnny’s off and flying
His heartstrings all but torn
Then October of that same year
On a quiet home bound flight
Out among the Azores
His plane dropped out of sight
No activity in the area
No SOS last call
He said “I see the Azores”
That was it – that’s all
Despite a massive air search
The biggest one to date
Not a piece of plane or personnel
Nothing known yet of their fate
They searched the sea for weeks and weeks
The airwaves – this and that
He left behind a loving wife
Four kids, a dog, a cat.
Captain John Francis Dailey, Jr. USAF (1918-1951)
It was 60 years ago this October that we lost our Dad. We never really got to know him but miss him just the same.
Mdailey 10/15/11
my name sam
and i am
good to be around
i clean house up and down
i don't just stare
i do care
and play fair
makes repair
put me in your dailey plan
am a
HANDYMAN
I love you she said
Can we do it again dear
No, I have to rest
But it was so fun
And we’re out in the sun
But I am burning my bum
And my playful parts are numb
Let me just rest some
Well you sent me for a loop
Ms. “The Sweetheart of P. Soup”
And I hope this poem will scoop
This poetry troop
Written by Mike Dailey 5/21/11
For the Linda-Marie (The Sweetheart of P. S.) contest
Fun and Frolic
Senryu 5-7-5
Tanka 5-7-7-7-5
Dodoitsu 7-7-7-5
I started in to writing
In my home on Lovers Lane
Yes – the one the poet wrote about
You know – old what’s his name
The lane was still arch covered
With elm trees giving shade
But now it is a major street
For progress must be made
No lovers in their carriages
No – they’re not there any more
Just cars and truck and dogs and cats
And children by the score
But then again at my house
By the time I was a teen
I thought I was a lover
But I stayed behind the scene
I started writing love poems
And since I was really shy
If I ever shared them with my “loves”
I knew that I would die
So I started writing parodies
Or poems with a comic twist
The kind that won’t embarrass me
And some poems just like this
So my early inspiration
Was that street and that well known poet
I have that poem still on my wall
What’s his name – oh I know I know it
Oh wait, I think I’ve got it
My memory finally yield
The poem was “Lovers Lane St. Joe”
By the late, great Eugene Field
Mdailey 6/20/11
For: Miranda Lambert's contest - Inspired - Honorable Mention finish in contest
BTW - I do have a print of that poem that shows Lovers Lane back in the 1870s along with the complete poem. I no longer live in that house but it is still in the family as it has been for over 90 years.
Luke Dailey
December 25, 2014
Everything is topping up
The Lunatic has struck his luck
By waiting like a sitting duck
He found his “Stomach-tuck”
His stomach-tuck’s a golden goose
Or is it his final noose?
Everything is going round
But where is it going down
Is time a river or a line?
Nothing here is really fine
She used to be oh so kind
That was in a different time
Now she’s of the other kind
Hope is killing one by one
His mind and heart are one and one
Look at me, “What have you done?”
You were the only one
Take a trip down memory lane
What a pointless, silly game
If you don’t come out on top
Your mind will quickly pop
Lights are flashing red and blue
“Oh god what did I do?”
“I promise you this isn’t me.”
“Please will you believe me?”
I wanna go home it’s eating me
Wishing me to slowly die
I woke up in a suit and tie
Time just keeps on ticking by
No one sees, I sure don’t
Slowly closing in my throat
Waking up, it’s just a joke
God is crying in his boat
Is it raining or melting?
The Lunatic hears all the dings
The clock is rusted, time is gone
And his mind is too far gone
If you think he’s good you’ll see
What a joke he played on me
Time is gone, frozen
And nothing’s gonna fix it now
Nothing’s gonna fix it now
Who’s the one laughing now?
Luke Dailey
The wind in the trees
The rustling of leaves
All these tend to please
Me
The smell of clean hair
Like perfume in the air
Who longs to be there
Me
It is perfectly clear
When I look in the mirror
The one I hold dear
Me
I guess it’s no news
Narcissism’s my muse
For sexy I’d choose
Me
This is all tongue-in-cheek
Or may be true so to speak
If it’s sexy you seek
Me!
Mike Dailey 2/1/12
Contest: Sexy - only a 9th place finish but what do they know - they haven't seen the real me!
Addicted to Rhyme
Hi. My name is Mike Dailey and I am addicted - - - to rhyme. Let me tell you my story.
It all started out when I was quite young
My first taste of rhyme was from my own mom’s tongue
There was poor Humpty Dumpty and his fall from that wall
That was among the first rhymes I recall
And I’ll never forget how little Bo Peep
Used rhythm and rhyme as she searched for her sheep
Or all of the stories from that kind Mother Goose
That led me to fall in with that wild Dr. Seuss
And I think it was mom with her wry sense of humor
That planted the seeds that became my rhyme tumor
She’d slip me a limerick with a humorous twist
Knowing that’s something I could never resist
And when I grew up to become a teenager
It was rhyme in the music that seduced me I’d wager
Ray Stevens, Bob Dylan, Kris Kristofferson
Or Weird Al Yankovic, I can’t blame only one
By then I was hooked but I didn’t know it
But I was then really a closeted poet
I’d write and I’d write but I’d never share it
I’d become a boy poet and I couldn’t bear it
So I gave it all up and I said to myself
I will not write a rhyme, leave my poems on a shelf
Then I met a girl that would change my whole life
And I had to convince her to become my wife
So I wrote her a poem and one became two
Two became three and before I was through
The poems that I’d written, though not very good
Got me the results that I hoped they would
When I popped the question, she said “for all times”
I think she was hooked by my rhythm and rhymes
So I stand here before you and admit that I write it
I’m addicted to rhyme and I simply can’t hide it
I’m not seeking your help I just came to admit it
Once hooked on rhyme, you never can quit it
Let this be a warning, don’t pick up a pen
And write down your thoughts with a rhyme at the end
Or you may get hooked and before you know it
You too may become a locally known poet
There once was a groundhog named Phil
Who completly against his own will
Was pulled from the ground
And told, Phil, look around
Is the cold going to be with us still
Mike Dailey 2/1/12
Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces
Your cousins and your wife, your nephews and your nieces
Your kids and your grand kids; their elbows and their kneeses
The hugs and kisses they hand out and all their little squeezes
Your pets both big and small; Great Danes or Pekineses
Your triplets and your twins and even Siameses
And all those trips you took in hot times or in freezes
The weather in your life through calm or gentle breezes
And when you hit it big; your name on the marquises
When you were in perfect health and all your coughs and sneezes
If you could do it all again in multiple reprises
You’d find that all these crumbs of life are all that ever pleases
Mike Dailey 6/19/11
Contest: All the Little Pieces 3rd place finish in the contest
Marvelous Royal Marriage
Truly was a marvelous romantic marriage,
Could actually have a horse and carriage;
Smiling gaily;
Doing dailey;
With honor will have future royal heritage.
They had been married and was elegantly,
With words all truly spoken so eloquently;
Lifetime once only,
And never lonely;
Love they mentioned and said frequently.
We always had wondered whether of not,
When by them love diligently was sought
Morning dove,
Singing love;
And in each other's arms both are caught.
Forever she always will stand beside me,
And our fine love shall find flowing free,
God cared,
We shared;
He had made and by Him meant to be.
What we always know about God's fire;
Grow and grow being higher and higher;
While we waited,
Heat regulated;
So surely to glow and everyone inspire.
What had happened made us all cross;
When we ended up with a signal loss;
Every way,
Total dismay,
And God soon fixed who is our big boss.
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Anida Mann & Baron Ready
April Showers & Wade Rivers
Bertha Saylor & Abel Crews
Bunny Bunns & Wilt Dailey
Burl E Pecker & Phyllis Upman
Candy Cane & Hedon Succor
Chastity B. Lowe & Noah Hoare
Crystal Clear & Robin Blind
Demi Tasse & Felix Ottic
Emery Board & Harry Burns
Fanny B Hind & Gopher Broke
Gaye B Hind & Ben Dover
Helen Highwater & Goliath Yonder
Iona Studd & Frank Lee Smutt
Ivy Nurse & Levi Tate
Judy Light & Christian Dark
Kitty Purring & Lyon Bastard
Libby Doe & Ida Wannamaker
Lily White & Cole Black
Lucy Furr & Gene Splicer
Master Bader & Linda Hand
Minnie Crumbs & Graham Krakurs
Mona Lott & Val A Parker
Nona Fleet & Barret Awl
Ophelia Balls & Les de Witt
Penny Pincher & August Spender
Peter Fountain & Neva Swallow
Querida Quaker & Axel Greece
Randy Longfellow & May B. Knott
Sandy Beech & Rip Tyde
Tim Burr & Betty Falls
Uma Sermon & Caesar Bush
Venus de Flower & Jerry Attric
Wanda Liquor & Hugo Furst
Willow Whisper & Neil Down
Winona Bett & Willfred Harden
Xina Rating & Tanner Hyde
Yvonne Adam & Rock N Eden
Zinnia Flowers & Owen Breeders
Paige Turner & Justin Thyme
Royalty, it brings to mind
A flowing robe; the regal kind
Or lent when it’s draped upon the cross
A symbol of impending loss
Or a song about a “people eater”
Done in 1950’s meter
Or when you’re mixing red and blue
This color then comes shining through
In ancient times you’d squeeze a pail
Of the spiny dye-murex snail
The mucus from these gastropods
Dyed the clothes of demigods
Prince (you know that’s not his name)
Sang about this color rain
If you want a rhyme, my only tip
“The small of the waist before the flare of the hip”
Now I could go on with hint after hint
But by now you should know this color tint
Purple/ for Nette Onclaud’s Color My Word/ by Mike Dailey
2nd place finish in contest
The minister and angels in year 2005 there on TV and
a gift to all, toils for his Glory and right never wrong
by labor he will enter the pealy gates and walk on gold
there he dates a child and give her to his other ministers and
they laugh and say a angel made them do it, of cruse your
child not thier now children will think that a angel well
will, of course he will meet his maker like the hornet
Queen and ice Queen and of course the person that
make the child scream in the ear of the creator. you
can make money of i want nothing Dailey