Best Dee Poems
Her ears point forward to a sound she hears.
A sound beyond a pitch to my ears.
Her legs now crouch to attend the fears
Of the twitching nose that scours the airs.
She runs like a bullet shot from a gun.
I'm following behind on the run.
She corners and traps her small bale,
While I stoop and lift it by the tail.
Don't worry. I set it free.
I was born in May, my nest was in a hole of an old tree. Mother had made
the nest warm and cozy with hair, fur, and dead leaves. I often wondered
where she got the hair. I had seven siblings in the beginning. Our home
was in a boreal forest in Northern Canada. I soon realized I liked the cold.
Of course, in the first days of my life I was helpless, mother and father fed
us. But, by eighteen days I had sprouted wings and was flapping them a lot.
I thought I was ready to fly but mother would push me back into the nest.
Mother's songs were so beautiful with trills and whistles, soon I was singing.
Sadly, I lost some of my siblings to predators, owls, hawks, even squirrels.
I am a Boreal Chickadee, a songbird, I am sure you have heard our songs.
I forage on confer branches, probe the bark. Our home is in trouble, it is
being cut down, and we are dramatically threatened. I am afraid of where
I will go. For now, I forage the boreal forest with a small flock of friends.
we sing sweet trilling songs
that drift through the trees for miles ...
as snow gently falls
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A piddling, trifling cha cha cha
Danced her petootsie off, rah rah rah
Wiggling, jiggling and a ha ha ha
We wanted to join them lah dee dah
Pee Dee Pee Dee
Clip Clip Clip Clip
Whee Whee Whee
Sweetie Sweetie
Clah Clah
Eeep Eeep Eeep
Clah Clah
Whee Whee Whee
Pee Dee Pee Dee
Whee Whee Whee
Birdspeak in the morning
Meet Tweedle Dum and Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
Way high up on the upper most branch
Not afraid of heights but why take a chance
I fail to see why they're living up there
They don't have a bed, they don't have a chair
Must be uncomfortable and hard on the bum
Hope they're not bothered by splinters, by gum
These guys are strange, they're nincompoops
They've never liked living in community groups
Independent old souls most all of their lives
Some call 'em snobby, these guys they deride
Society is made up of all different trolls
Some are hot headed with holes in their souls
Some are real happy, like those guys the best
Sure happy I got that stuff off of my chest
Meet Tweedle Dum and old Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
If you guys want my opinion and advice
Get the hell down here and I won't tell you twice
© Jack Ellison 2013
Piddle Eee Dee
Dribble, Dribble, breakage, and Piddle
A pox on that little dog!
Ankle biter, obnoxious barker…
Wish he’d just shut up!
Chased him around all day long
But he still got my sofa again!
I wonder if my Dear Old Mother-in-Law
Could survive just one day without him!
Perhaps I should now get out the broom
A week of destroying stuff, is just too much!
So I used the broom to scoot him out the door.
Then he proceeded to dig my flowers up!
From under the fence he made an escape
I chased him for an hour and a half!
Then my Mother-in-Law came back home
And picked her precious up!!!!
Such love and warmth I've never seen… Darn…
Wouldn't that be my luck! So I’m back to…
Dribble, Dribble, breakage, and Piddle
A pox on that little dog!
Ankle biter, obnoxious barker…
Wish he’d just shut up!
Sho' ain't no riddle
There’s no time to twiddle
So just for a diddle
May I play and piddle
And then perhaps fiddle
Around with your middle?
Tweedle-dum and twiddle-dee-dee!
Fiddle-faddle and fiddle-dee-dee!
Now who can make sense of that silly verse?
Now that I think on it, I've written much vurse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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forgiveness, may, me, spoken word, word play, writing, game
OH FOLDERAL AND FIDDLE-DE-DEEDS! ©
Polite use in ‘words’ does astonish----
Creating a good reference when stated…..
But ‘red tape’ always ensues.
Going about ‘knotting’ a halt to its very ‘charm’----
Waylays ‘to question’ on just how ‘sincere’ is it given?
Unmemorable accounts of ‘dueling’ rallies could go on----
Jostling clashes to and fro if politeness was amiss…..
Just to come to an arranged ‘agreement’ of sorts----
Which is all that is questioned at the beginnings.
Excuse me, allow me; pardon me, if I might and forgive me---
Oh, how should I word this to ‘stream’ in a correct polite manner?
It becomes all, but a game of charades ‘with words’!
While with our ‘tongues in cheeks ’and as ‘puppeteers’---
We frequently are ‘played upon’….
To life’s folderal and fiddle-de- deeds!
All you classy ladies of Poetry Soup
You're a real delicacy without a doubt
To the very last one, you are the cat's meow
The bee's knees... the cat's pyjamas!
By any chance, am I dating myself
So all you smarty pants dudes
What is today's version of these delightful phrases
To me you guys are all simply DEE-LICIOUS!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Dee and Me
The years have so quickly gotten by.
They have stepped in-between you and I
The years have slipped quietly away.
You, it seems, have drifted further than they.
There is nothing left of what once was,
and I wonder why ?, and this is because
there are our two Girls, who are in need
and deserve not, because of our creed.
Because of our wrongs and bad deeds,
these may have planted the wrong seeds
in the minds of our innocent Daughters,
who, - upon this plane- stumble, falters
upon the paths they have chosen to walk.
With me, it seems, they seldom / never talk
about what it is they are truly feeling
so that they may let it go – know the healing
that comes upon the heals of totally expressing
the secrets, all that they have been repressing.
I have, for years now, wondered ?, what is your deal,
what is with you ?, what is this fate ?, in which you seal
my destiny – forever it seems – to live,
no matter what – to you, I did give
my all – from you, you have chosen to ignore
and behind us – me – you have closed the door.
From you, – it seems – nothing, this forevermore.
I wonder ?, what of our past do you remember.
On my Black Bird’s wings, on a Lincoln’s front fender,
above the mighty Grand, on top of mount Tamalpais.
Some of, all that was good my dear, but alas,
I fear, it is all gone to dust, lost forever.
Remembered ?, relished ?, I believe – never –
for animosity, harbouring to much ill will
drives what reason the reasons that kill
any memories of Hawaii, Florida, California,
Ontario, Ohio, Arizona, British Columbia,
all the good, that once was representative
of a life style I brought you into - to live.
Live beyond what once was, this I did give.
B .J. “A” 2
December 14th 2004
“Peach”
What have I done,
To deserve this peach?
The Lord only knows,
How many they’ll reach.
You know the media,
And how they preach.
Abuse of their right,
To Freedom of Speech.
My name is Donald Trump,
And I’m here to say,
Watch how the others,
Will try to get you to sway.
Whether it’s the truth,
Or a bold-face lie,
Some people tend to only,
Follow the other guy.
They campaign against me,
And may continue to grow.
My question is to you,
What do you KNOW?
I ask this directly because,
Facts of my case should matter!
Have you, yourself ever been,
A part of the latter?
Research for fact or fiction,
Please make an informed decision.
For what you ultimately decide,
Could cause a major collision.
Jump on their bandwagon,
Only if you feel you must.
Knowing all the facts,
Magnifies the massive unjust.
Whether a report is fake or real,
Determines the truth or lie,
Some people will tend to follow
The path of the other guy.
The peach counts are rising,
Total up to 1.4 million now.
Another question I ask to you,
Have you checked the DOW?
During the slander, you may have missed,
The economy shining so very bright.
Or unemployment at an all-time low,
With no indication of end in sight.
“Make America Great Again!”
You see, is what I say,
Why don’t you appreciate,
What I do for our country every day?
I speak to command you today,
To stick with your gut,
As you know what’s right,
It is clearly open and shut.
What have I done,
To deserve this peach?
You and I know,
It’s a far, far reach!
Let us come together as one,
By using our speech,
We can spread the word,
And proudly use it to teach.
Together we have the power,
Let’s make the reach.
We can merry together as one,
And set out to preach.
The truth is paramount,
Not a figure of speech.
We will win this fight,
This Battle of Impeach.
My Name is Donald Trump,
And I am here to stay.
A mere speed bump,
Is causing minor delays.
This peach I speak about,
Really isn’t that sweet.
Support me as you always have,
And we will fight as a mighty fleet.
I am the President,
I will always proudly shout,
Of the United States of America,
I am without a shadow of doubt.
“Tweedle, my dear, are you Dee or Dum?”
“I’m neither Dum nor Dee, but Doo, you see”
“I’ve never heard of Doo; of the Tweedles that is”
“Well I’m Doo, and I do say so to you”
“For I am the third offspring of the Tweedles
I don’t like needles or crunchy beetles
Though I do like toffee much better than coffee
And I love to scuba while playing the tuba”
“The twins, Dum and Dee, often forget about me
They are like one mind, body, and soul you see
They tease as they please and cause me to sneeze
With tricks up their sleeves, they don’t eat their peas”
“No stories of me you’ll ever read
Yes, indeed, I am the bad seed in need
Of a normal home, a pocket comb, a friend that is
not a garden gnome
To love me is easy, not cheesy or leaving you
feeling queasy”
“Dee and Dum had their fifteen minutes of fame
Now my name, Tweedle the same, I’ve got no shame
This Tweedle Doo begs of you, not to bid him an adieu
I am yours, open your doors, I promise not to snore”
“I am never Dum or Dee, just me
Little brother Doo wants to come home with you
I’ll always be a Tweedle who doesn’t like needles
But love you forever this younger Doo will do”
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
Chirped with the greatest glee.
So happy upon that tree.
More of you now I see,
a quick count gives me three.
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
So small yet so free.
Flying from here to the sea.
Oh how nice it would be,
to leave this spot and flee.
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
Take me away I plea.
If only you could carry me,
to fly away on a spree,
where I can relax on a coastal scree.
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
Watching the waves I foresee,
finding comfort around a shade tree,
as thee.
Would you agree?
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
Only request that I’d decree.
Is that we bring my lovely.
For without she,
I will never be free!
Whoop dee do
How do you do?
I'm fine too
Just writing some
Poems to woo.