Best Doffed Poems

PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went with shoulders bent (the storms around me howled)
until I met a Silhouette behind a sultry smile – 
She gazed with...

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Fighting mid the strong and bold,
His eye and blade were keen;
Marching like a thund'ring storm
On foes of Faith, his queen.

Now returned in victory
Upon his mighty bay,
Set he off to Langley Tow'r
Her summons to obey.

"John the Squire," the footman called,
And held the oaken door;
Faith, it seemed,...

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They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't made for stirrups and were polished to a sheen,
and on those fancy cowboy hats not a sweat stain could be...

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A fair maid took a stroll on the beach,
In the moonlight while eating a peach.
        Afraid the juice dripping down
        Might soil her gown,
She doffed it and juice ran down each....

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At the beginning of her life 

the flower blossomed big and 

her pedals were bright.

Her skin shined with glow

and her laugh was delight.

Then one day

the storm came and

loosened her stem 

by a nudge. More and

more it came around 

as it kept getting 

stronger. Even through...

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The maiden was carrying a basket
it was full of sweet flowers for market
once she got there she places a blanket
then lays the bunches around a casket

A toff came along and got one for Ascot
he doffed his hat showing a crew cut
the fabric of his trousers...

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On the Corner,
Around Midnight,
The Dark Magus,
Brewed a Bitches Brew.

Although we were
Walkin' and Workin' 
and we were there 
at the Birth of the Cool,
he was already
Miles Ahead!

From Pangaea to
Sketches of Spain, and
even Arghata, all told the truth.

Just a Siesta, and then
quickly to Live at the Plugged...

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It’s not a bird, it’s not a plane
It must be Stephen Hawking's brain!
It’s big enough, it’s bold, it’s bright
It’s hurtling across the night
Towards an enigmatic hole
It’s Stephen Hawking!  Bless his soul

The things that Stephen Hawking said
Went flying right above my head
The physics stuff, the...

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A gent in a tailored suit, sat by me and said,
I saw the ripest strawberries, fruit of ruby red
poured over a dish of vanilla ice cream
I pinched myself, could this be a dream?
He shook his head and whispered "You are a pearl of a girl,
Would...

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The rangy longhorns were rounded up and tended to.
Over the Colorado plains a fearsome blizzard blew!
'Twas Christmas Day!  The cowpokes paid no mind to the storm,
As they huddled 'round the potbellied stove all snug and warm!

While 'Cooky' stuffed the turkey for their Christmas fare,
Frivolity,...

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for Steve Doolan...

A man saw a maid, dancing high on a hill
She was wild as the waves of the sea
I’m thinking, he thought, that she’s looking my way
And she sure has a glad eye for me

I may do, I might do, but how would ye...

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There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad...

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As I was going to Saint Ives,
I met a man with a serious case of hives!
He asked me to scratch his back and I said, "No Way!"
I quickly doffed my hat and left there straightaway!

Jack and Jill rushed up the hill to fetch a pail...

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The Palace Guardiennes were the sultan’s delight,
resplendent in their tight uniforms
of scarlet and magenta silks,
embroidered with golden flowers,
with sterling silver scimitars in
ruby studded scabbards
hanging off lovely hips,
and boots and belts of finest faun-skin
and helmets topped by peacock plumes

They carried poplar lances
and twirled them like batons
and...

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Dixon Bullinger braced himself against
another frozen blast of winter wind,
riding through the front range to Denver
where his family was a-waiting.

It was morning on Christmas Eve,
and he was a long time overdue,
but Boss McChord had paid him double
to rescue horses from being consumed.

They’d taken out a...

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