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 all night
That would really seal my plight
I confess Dear!
So winning my point I'll eschew
Won't debate 'til my face turns blue
I'll admit what you say is true
- More or less Dear
Famous men throughout world history
Would avoid conjugal misery
If they'd just given in to Her plea
And said 'Yes Dear!'
Julius Caesar would have stayed serene
In the senate missed a nasty scene
When his wife said 'your chariot needs a clean'
He'd said 'Yes Dear!'
Harold might have continued as king
Sent William home without a thing
But he paused when his wife gave a ring
Said: 'I'm a bit pressed Dear!
MacBeth would avoid so much strife
And live out a peaceful life
If he'd put off his ambitious wife
With:'Give it a rest Dear!'
Prince Albert a faithful consort
Gave Victoria his total support
And nine children - a major export
Said 'Jawohl I do mein best Dear!'
Louis 16th got everything wrong
Made his exit quite short, not so long
Told his wife in a touching swan song
'Must get it off my chest Dear!'
The Iron Duke was in no mood for dallies
'Let's give those French a pain in their bellies'
But when his wife said:'You'd better wear your wellies'
Said: ‘By God! Yes Dear'
For myself, to fight would be absurd
I think conflict is just for the birds
And I know I'll always get the last words
Those being 'Yes Dear!'
3 March 2019
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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 think about is the food. My mind dallies as Orange juice falls into my mouth…
All for me right from the juice container.
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 breeze
flowers frolicking freely
after thawing from the freeze
Daylight dilly dallies, delaying days end
encircling, enticing, enchanting
like the embrace of a friend.
*end* TDR 4-14-15
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 the Jersey Lily.
Casey cares for Camelia and
Phyllis leaps through Lilies.
Angie’s all “Angelica” while
Bob boasts of Blossums.
Fiona’s Flora flies and
Abe craves more Azalea.
Beatrice bathes in Begonias and
Cassie crafts with Calia.
Goodness, 300 flowers or more!?
Oh distain, I’m out of names!
No more room for blooms
I’ll stop meddling, and “petal” on.
Silly Sally's Piglets
Silly
Sally
Dillies
Dallies
Marries
Carries
Giggles
Wiggles
Triplets
Piglets
October 25, 2016
For Jan Allison
2 syllables per line
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 sensed the realism of a relation,
My heart honored me yet I treated my wounds.
Few heard me crying and few kept quiet,
But when my heart blamed me
I wondered, 'whether love is a challenge to fight?'
This love, love is so indifferent...
When I dusked the days of merriments,
My heart wiped me yet I evinced with a smile.
Few fended me by solacing and few turned back,
But when my soul cursed me
I queried, 'whether love is revered or is a cheesy act?'
This love...
Love is so indifferent
When I was a spoiled playboy, the society blamed me
When I felt the realism of a relation, my heart blamed me
When I dusked to be alone, my soul cursed me.
This love...
Love is so indifferent.
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 no safety net
to cushion their fall,
and is it the last dance
when weaving a straight line
with digits as wet as the gusset
they dethroned,
or self relief merely misaimed.
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 stairs;
what can she be seeing?
I follow the odor
like a hound on the hunt
What disaster awaits?
Will I manage the bunt?
She sits majestically
having made herself at home;
gnawing at my guts,
a dog with her favorite bone.
“You’re not welcome here,” I say.
“It’s time for you to leave.”
She laughs liquid and loud.
Gazing into my eyes
as she sucks on my beliefs.
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 once again,
it falls short of breath
and succumbs to the roars of the intimidating tide.
It dilly-dallies:
rarely in a carefree manner …
mostly in restrained desire ...
Subjugated? Nay!
For it hankers after freedom and yearns for defiance.
Subdued? Aye!
And how on earth can it aspire to sham feats of resistance
when it is evermore compelled to don unbefitting attire?
Oh, the poor naïve blossom!
What a shame it is to be an entity of irreconcilable paradoxes!
How come it hearkens to the harp of silence singing the tunes of (re)birth
while listening silently to the deadening melody of the obscure choir?
Does it behove it to pop its head through the few exit doors left ajar
when it does not dare to lift the latch and follow the light?
Yet, on an afterthought: why be so harsh on so fragile a creature
that is attuned to the ebb and flow of nonsensical waves?
A tamed cry is still a cry: a call for help, a call for life!
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 my turn"
So, darkness agrees and sleeps for a while
And the morning is grateful and laughs with the sun.
As the deer in the meadow bound for the woods
(The cover of darkness now is forfeit)
For, the trespassing deer are really quite shy
And morning has stalked them, back to their haunt.
Still, the morning is bold and hurries ahead
Nought stops her now, not even the rain,
As she braves it head on and shines through the diamonds
Gifting a rainbow, by my window to end.
But my window is closed and the rainbow stalls
And peers at himself in his own reflection
"Who is the fairest ?" asks he to himself,
He, gazing right back as the window is glass.
And what of myself ? what, then, of me ?
Remorses of yesterday spill all about
Then, the kind morning whispers (soon before noon)
"Ah! that was before - today, it is new!"
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
or a nimblest fish
to bite the deceitful bait?
What lures a fawn
to step on the snare?
What heavenly bliss do
fools in love seek to attain?
As the moth
singes in the flame
and brings not its wings
to steer away
Nor the feisty fawn
set itself free
try as it may,
So does he
who’s smitten with love
to wiggle and thrash about
like the foolish fish
until his last breath!
He who dallies with a maiden
With rue his heart is soon laden,
Dabble not with this flame of love--
A firestorm from the heavens above.
Slip away, oh, slip away
at the first light of day!
~Form: 3 Freedom
Rodeo Poet,
bronc riding Sage
Arena unbridled
—dallies unfrayed
(Las Vegas: December, 2021)
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 of the birdies wing.
We sway together in Maytime weather;
We lighten the sky as flame.
In time with flowers we rhyme for hours,
Our rhythm of life the same.
We burst on the hills above the old chills;
We beckon with spangled arms.
To passion of men we call out again
The pride of our peerless charms.
To lovers that gasp, Oh! how we clasp!
Urging half kisses near.
To lips that decide, to triumph new-tried,
We puff out a pom-pom cheer!
The dance of the world in their whole arms curled,
The light, the height, and the way,
Swings hard to the earth to sweep the heart's worth
And moans with the music of May.
They live, they are one, they are free in the sun;
We___stretch out our leaves and sigh.
The flowering stream of the whole world's dream
Collars the brow-bowed sky!
Clipping, smoothing, pruning; silly
dilly-dallies that people do.
Gross lessons in futility
achieved. And Oh!, tis true, tis true!
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 of, what once was reality
Momories
Memories – not but a time machine
taking one back – the essence to glean
from that which a truth may be seen,
that living in and of the moment, was missed
and those experiences – goodbye is kissed
forevermore, only to be reminisced.
B. J. “A” 2
May 30th 2013