Best Dallies Poems

YES DEAR!

I have here an old solution
For conflict resolution
Not to mention domestic pollution 
I say 'Yes Dear!'

When the situation is tense
With a subject like pounds and pence
To avoid sitting on the fence
I say 'Yes Dear!'

Though I sometimes feel sure I'm right
And would argue my point...

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Mom’s Cocina


Mom’s cooking breakfast this morning.
Pancakes and eggs with beef sausages
Meticulous and clean the cook makes some great food, Scrumptious!
Food smells great…overwhelming smell of goodness.
Egglands best, smokes beef Armor brand sausage.
Aroma permeates the house.
Hunger is calling my name.
Waiting, my stomach growls Mom dallies.
All I can...

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Winter's winking wearily in the sun
gracefully giving ground
knowing Spring will never run

Muted, molted, monochromatic colors turn
vibrant, vivacious, victoriously
welcoming the return

Soft, subtle scents in the air
lilacs lovingly linger
in the tresses of my hair

Pink petals purling to the ground
blossoms blindly blowing
whirling all around

Daisies dancing daintily in the...

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Silly Sally's Piglets





Silly
Sally

Dillies
Dallies

Marries
Carries

Giggles
Wiggles

Triplets
Piglets


October 25, 2016
For Jan Allison

2 syllables per line...

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Rosey, had a rose of course
And Dan had Dandelions.
Sonny sought out Sunflowers
And Pete perfumed Petunias.
Maisey dreams of Daisys,
Cyrus clings to Iris.
Pops loves Poppys everywhere and
Viola vies for Violets.
Amy loves the Amaryllis
While Dolly dallies Dahlias.
Don’t miss Miss Chrysanthemum or
Aly’s awsome Alyssum.
James with Jasmine ran and
Percy picks...

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Diligence dallies,
drawn between soft-shoe shuffle
of whispering corners,
where finger walking negates talking
‘cos tongues are knotted in spittoon embrace,

and voyeuristic carnage vomiting
from polished pine floor,
where stiff dicks bob to a racing heart
and booty is shaken not stirred.

Ice cube charms melting
under heated collars swerving to avoid
dangerous curves with...

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This love, love is so indifferent...
When I used to be the spoiled playboy,
My heart scorned me yet I endured the dallies.
Few shed tears and few took casually,
But when the society blamed me
I dismayed, 'whether I can love anybody?'
 
This love, love is so indifferent...
When I...

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She dallies on my doorstep;
paying a visit again
Wearisome worry waits
until I let her come in.

I don’t see her at first
when she knocks at the door;
but the perfume of infamous insanity
pummels me to the floor.

She steps right into me;
no concern for my well-being;
rushes me up the...

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The morning is kind to me when I awaken
She dallies in waiting till I first peep my eyes
As one is half open and t'other half closed
Yet, both can detect her fresh, golden grin.

"Stay away darkness!"  she seemingly says
"At least for now, let me take...

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Over the moon? 
Below the stars!
Betwixt a waking dream and benumbing reality ...
A baby-faced blossom tries to summon up its courage
before faring on a quixotic quest to face the raging current
that all the while
is threatening to engulf it if it does not swallow its pride.
But...

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Rodeo Poet,
 bronc riding Sage
Arena unbridled
—dallies unfrayed

(Las Vegas: December, 2021)...

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Besotted, beguiled, bewitched,
I walked outwitted and benumbed
into her web of love willingly.
She stared at me like  
a black widow sizing up her prey.

     What draws a moth
     to flirt with the flame
    ...

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I lean to the tree that is leaning to me;
We touch, and our branches twine.
Our budding-song grows stunning and strong;
Her flowers of love are mine.

Her hands so fair in my winding hair
Fill them with life and spring.
The breeze in our branches dallies and dances;
The words...

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Time’s

Shadows creep and crawl across the essence of time.
Time echoes across and throughout my rhyme .
Life’s moments, lived on mountain tops, in valleys’. 
Memories dance upon mirrored surfaces, never dallies 
as the dance, ripples endlessly into the realms of eternity
where glimpses of, are but flakes...

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Clipping, smoothing, pruning; silly
dilly-dallies that people do.
Gross lessons in futility 
achieved. And Oh!, tis true, tis true!...

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