Best Dearie Poems
A Vague Question
Bleary
Query
A Dull Question
Dreary
Query
A Positive Question
Cheery
Query
A Tired Question
Weary
Query
A Doubtful Question
Leery
Query
A Strange Question
Eerie
Query
A Sad Question
Teary
Query
A Question for Hubbie
Dearie
Query
It’s Jubilee tea at my auntie’s care home
Aunt Phyllis’s hair could do with a comb
But she doesn’t mind and puts on her hat
The queen won’t be there’s no need to flap
The table is laden with all sorts of food
Ada burps loudly she’s so blinking rude
The cucumber sandwich crusts are cut off
My hair won’t stay curly I hear Mable scoff!
Gerald’s secreted cream scones on his lap
I’d not touch them now he’s a dirty old chap
There’s a heated debate is it scone or scon
I do not comment as they have all gone!
Old Edgar demands jelly and ice cream
It’s not on the menu he begins to scream
So he gets everyone to bang their tea cups
They’re acting like kids and not like grown ups
Along comes the matron she says ‘Dearie me,
You are spoiling our Platinum jubilee tea’
Edgar gives her some lip - he’s adept at verbals
He shout’s ‘Matron you just remind me of Goebbels’
Matron is livid, she turns puce in the face
Edgar’s sent to his room, as he’s in disgrace
He is reprimanded for causing such a scene
At the jubilee party for our wonderful Queen.
06/02/22
Marriage is a great institution, but I'm not ready for an institution.
A dame that knows the ropes isn't likely to get tied up.
Every woman knows, an ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises.
When I'm good, I'm very good. But when I'm bad I'm better.
Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from.
Save a boyfriend for a rainy day - and another, in case it doesn't rain.
Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home, I'm tired.
When they say boldly go where no man's gone before, they don't mean the kitchen.
Honey when I said I wanted something to hang my hat on I didn't mean THAT!
Any port in a storm is a good way to divorce court dearie!
Titillating is not an excuse for going to girlie bars.
Anyone got a buck I could sure use one?
Grab a piece of **** will you, it may be the last thing you ever grab.
**** retentive? You don't say!
Lip service now there's a concept.....
*Listen for the drum roll!
Halloween: Safety First Then Fun!!!
By the Poets Listed After the Poem
Happy day getting candy treats while dressed like spooks and goblins.
Angels, genies, princesses, too, put “loot” in their bags and tins.
Look both ways when you cross the street. Always stay close to your friends.
Lighted homes. Festive decorations. Porches. Pumpkins. Invite!
Oh, be leery of the dark, where ghosts and spooks stay out of site.
Wear bright costumes that reflect at night! Not lose or tight. Just right!
Every child must be aware that some goblins inhabit homes.
Each year we hear of razor blades placed in a child’s candied cones.
Never!!! Ever!!! Eat your treats 'til Mom says, “OK, little gnomes.”
Stay safe! Look around! While you walk, beware of witches and bats.
Always, ghosts and goblins watch. Looking out for sweet treats you drop.
Fear? If they happen to appear parents, quickly call the cops!
Enjoy laughter, hot chocolate, and other treats with your friends.
Take care not to play tricks that could hurt others or cause offense.
Youngsters, polite and respectful, great delight they do dispense.
Fun you will have! Enjoyment too. Be sure that you are careful!
In all situations, “Trick-or-Treaters” beware! Need HELP? Shout!!!
Remember say, “Thank you” for treats when you’re out and about.
Stay clear of Spooky Soupers as they write with their crazy pens.
To write in verse, some witches curse. And drive sanity ‘round bends.
The madness, “Dearie,” is very clear; they strive to make amends.
Hooting owls and wild black cats wildly eat from your mum's pumpkin
Eerily, creaky zombies leave their tombs and walk down your streets.
Night, bubbling soups, you must beware, might be made of your own feet--
Frantic frenzies and fabulous fun begins just before dark.
Under that moonlit chilling night, “Trick- or-Treaters,” find their mark.
Nearby neighbors anticipate. Waiting with treats is a lark!
Contributing Poets in Alphabetical Order: Charmaine Chircop, Carolyn Devonshire , James
Frazer, Rhoda Galgiani, Sean Kelly, Karen O'Leary, Patricia Prescott, Dane SmithJohnsen
On Being Eighty
Do not smile and pat me on the head
Because I’m eighty
Do not treat me as though I were a child
Because I’m eighty
Do not assume that I am
Not as bright as you
Or that my opinion doesn’t count
Because I’m eighty
Do not talk about me
As though I weren’t there
Because I’m eighty
Do not roll your eyes to heaven
When I complain and please...Please
Don’t call me dearie
Just because I’m eighty
I have lived through the Depression,
The birth of television
The invention of the microwave,
Modern air travel,
Space ships, Man on the moon,
WW2, Korea, Vietnam, the Gulf War and Iraq
While holding down numerous jobs
And raising a family.
All this without
Cell Phones, Ipods, Nannies,
Personal Trainers and Botox!
So please…my dear
Do not patronize me
Because I’m eighty
Indeed…celebrate with me
Just BECAUSE I’m eighty!
Copyright© 2008 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Once upon a time my dearie, I slept to wake Oh So Cheery.
Before that Raven clearly came, to knock upon my Dragons door.
Dragon took him in very nice, warming him up within a thrice.
Saving him from the cold and ice, now we dream to find slumbers door.
Wishing, wishing, clearly wishing, we keep praying for slumbers door.
Simply this, and nothing more.
Dragon saved that silly Raven, who had come from his Poe haven.
He came knocking very craven, wanting solace in Dragon’s door.
Hungry, lost, little, lonely thing, frozen clearly were tender wings.
Crying sadly from colds’ harsh sting, wanting solace within the door.
Thus when open, entered quickly, quickly entered our Dragon’s door.
If only this, were nothing more.
But this raven suffered dearly, nights he quoted Poe so clearly.
Giving Dragon nightmares dreary, causing wakening fearful roars.
Nightmares flared as Dragon running, into our bed quickly jumping.
On the floor all quickly landing, soundly the bed fell to the floor.
The raven came, on us landing, to gaze upon us on the floor.
Please Raven... Quote no more!
Sleepless nights continued passing, from the ravens endless blasting.
Night terrors steadily flowing, nothing stopped those endless scores.
An idea came to find me, on how his mind could be set free.
Eager to change the dreams to be, I sought an Ipod full of scores.
Scores begetting tranquil dreaming, solace finding and soothing scores.
Searching for this, and nothing more.
Begins the night’s shadows creeping, his eyes mocking, and beseeching.
I must stop his soul from joining, to fight with Poes’ shadows trying…
Trying once more, to take his soul, toward those demon littered shores.
Grabbing the ipod I forward tore, to give him tranquility evermore.
Pouch and ear buds firmly seated, engaged in a fierce-some war.
Morning found all, in blissful snores… Quoted the raven nevermore.
6-05-2014 I found it interesting to follow Poe's style measure for measure.
Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock,
oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed;
I am going to be so late for dance class, I better skedaddle,
so I canoodle my cats (hugs and kiss that is);
and like a flash I am out of bed!
Oh dear, what a rigmarole of unnecessary complexity,
I run to the kitchen and open a tin of, oh so stinky fish;
for the fur balls, (no accounting for taste,) my tummy rumbles,
I dress in my pink dance pants, brush my teeth;
I look in the mirror, holy macaroni!
I was going to wash the mop last night but didn't,
oh well, the flat iron turns me into a Cleopatra star;
then, I look outside, snow, lots of snow, blast I need boots,
oh yes under the bed where I flung them;
what a stupid kerfuffle!
Walking to dance, a bus sprays with me with slush,
darn nincompoop, I am thinking to myself and then;
a loud honk, and a car roars pass me, I almost have a stroke,
I finally make it and the receptionist says- cancelled,
cancelled, oh la-di-la, that's great!
I am walking back home when I step into a deep puddle,
and my feet are now soaking wet, I am just exhausted;
I will crawl back into my bed for a snoozle I say to me self,
but I am waylaid by my old fuddy-duddy neighbor;
dearie,(she whips out a grocery list)!
You know, I cannot walk in the snow, meantime her cat,
a fat Persian rubs my legs and I have fur from knees down;
but what can a girlie do, I turn around and hocus-pocus its done,
finally, I am standing in my bedroom all tatterdemalion,
like a child in rags, I feel like weeping!
And then I notice the collywobbles in my tummy,
like butterflies swirling, and then a great rumbling;
oh, damnation, I need something to eat, so I gongoozle,
stare that is, into the refrigerator, close the door, slam;
and grab a handful of cockamamie cookies!
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January 26, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/Lickety-Split
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8691-18-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest , Any Poem Written in January 2017
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
~David The Gnome~
(Rhyming Couplets)
Hello there dearie, my name is David the Gnome
And this is my home, Sweet Home
And you're most welcome to roam
Around, and read each and all of my poems
My library as you can see is built just like a dome
With the finest wood that came all the way from Stockholm
I read a lot, but I prefer that chap Sherlock Holmes
His detective stories make me feel quite at home
My dear wife just left to get some sweet honey-comb
Last year we traveled all the way to Rome
That was so cool, we also visited the Catacomes
And we went to see also our dear friend Jerome
I got the most wonderful and historical tome
About all the living world's Gnomes
And I am David the Gnome
One of the oldest of all the Gnomes
So please feel free again to visit my home
Don't be afraid of those nasty trolls that roam
Or landing anytime you want at my aerodrome
My friends the birds have wings built stronger than chrome.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
January.2.2016
Long Long Ago*
(revised)
“Tell me the tales
that to me were so dear
long, long ago,
long long ago.”
My fingers played
in simplified rendition,
prescient I suppose
of the life that lay ahead;
that flooding, someday,
would come my own memories,
my own long long ago’s
of youth bygone.
I was ten
and felt the music
through awkward fingering;
knew the import
of the music, the songs
grandma gave me, the lyrics.
“Dearie Do You Remember?”
“The Minstrel Boy”
Long long ago.
Long long ago.
Kathy Collins
Long Long Ago*
Thomas Haynes Bayly
popular song in the mid 1800’s
Ted suffers from 'Looseheel Ball'
It’s driving him clean up the wall
He’s got such an itch
It’s making him twitch
He’s begging the doctor to call
The medic said oh dearie me
This condition I rarely see
Your balls badly twisted
Teds scared eyes soon misted
When doc says you need surgery
Doc bundles Ted onto the table
and borrows a knife from Aunt Mable
This won’t hurt a bit…
He gives ball a snip
Ted will rise again when he’s able
10/10/21
I'm sorry for awl the prayers
Youse darn tootin' sure
we'll be gettin up for church
on a Monday mornin'
Huh dearie?
That brain is so itty bitty
I could pick it up- with
both thumbs
Like the invisible crumbs
laying- on our coats and pegs
ya hear?
Wrap 'em oats around yer legs
real good now
It'll rain
Oh lawd I know it will
everyday of our lives
it be rainin'.
So it is my theory
there is nothing more cheery;
that first vision bleary,
that first feathered dearie...
Ooh, look! One so leery...
It's a precious little Veery!
Mind the birder standing teary;
She's just shedding winter dreary.
18.03.20
Composed for Michael Vacek's
Spring Fling Zing Thing King (or Queen)
Heat conjured the atmosphere, conception began
Upsurge in pressures stirs water, birthing Nature’s Giants
Roaring sound with mixed helicopter-lion, ranting on the ocean
Ready to visit nearby lands, better prepare, don’t run!
Immersion is so strong, horrifying wind at 120 to 200 mphour
Can’t be controlled, God keep us safe if we stick to prayers
Apart not of our life, visitors of our nation several times a year
Nearest to coastal areas are more on danger and at risk.
Embrace reality, brace their atrocity but trust our Father Almighty
Safety is also yours on evacuation, don’t postpone my Dearie!
Sept.12, 2017 6.03am
Third Place
Contest: Hurricanes
Judged:9/12/2017
Sponsor: Poet Julie Rodeheaver
I.
There was a young man from Milwaukee
Who forever was playing at haukee.
His deplorable luck
Was to swallow a puck,
Now he drinks all his drinks through a straukee.
II.
There was an old char who’d get teary
When confronted with weather too dreary—
It would grow more severe
When she'd guzzle some beer—
("But that’s only a theory, me dearie!")
III.
A pop-loving girl from Atlanta
Drank up numerous bottles of Fanta—
Soon a surfeit of fizz
Gave her hair so much frizz
She could whizz through the air just like Santa.
"Oh, sweet kitty, why do you roam?"
"Alas, my little one I have no home."
"Come little kitty, for a bed and a meal."
"Thank you dear child, for the kindness I feel."
"Eat gentle kitty for sleep will soon come."
"But, food without milk, may I have some?"
"Of course my kitty a saucer you'll have."
"Oh young one, my hunger your kindness can't salve."
"I've fed you now kitty, so why bite my hand?"
"I need more from you than you'll ever understand."
"Soft little kitty, you can sleep in my bed."
"On your pillow, I think, is where I'll lay my head."
"Poor little kitty why do you purr?"
"It tickles when you touch my fur."
"Oh! Bad kitty, how sharp are your claws!"
"Sorry, my dearie, but there's no need for gauze."
"The blood, black kitty, continues to flow"
"Don't worry, I'll lick it and soon it will slow."
"Now sleep little kitty it's time to turn in."
"No rest for me, soon the night will begin."
"And what will you do while I sleep next to you?"
"I'LL JUMP ON YOUR HEAD AND BITE IT IN TWO!!"
09/17/16
Scare Me Good Poetry Contest