Best Dolly Poems
My heart is broken today with news that's rocked the world on death of this beautiful angel
D olly you were earth’s beautiful angel
O h today you’ll be leading heavens choir
L oved you ~ always will love you
L ord you took the best home, reunited with her hubby
Y ou ~ are a legend beyond other legends, your memory lives on
P lease Lord give Dolly a hug from me
A lways will be the poet your music inspired me to be
R eally the world mourns your loss today
T hank you for the music from your poetic heart
O h you fought to the end ~ your faith in your Saviour so strong
N ever has a woman advocated for other woman ~ to go for their dreams
Ending with my message from my heart on this sad day
“ Forever loved ~ forever in this Scottish heart of mine “
Your Quote Dolly “ Pour yourself a cup of ambition “ by Dolly Parton
I’m doing that today ~ I’m dreaming big thank you
R.I.P. Beautiful Soul fly high Dolly Parton
Written in love and appreciation
By Scottydotti_the_poet
The maple leaf of autumn is now crisp crimson,
shortly ere sun-bronzed skin simmered lumened
I indulge with the saddened left behind to wither,
these not listful ears awaiting beckoning me hither
Hours freeze, minutes in tow, the world halts,
when pains chronic symptoms claim free of faults
Suspended in time lingering in liminal limbo,
indefinite neglect being its sanctified symbol
Decline is a beginning I politely pick up the pieces,
within my confines the endless summer ceases
As a recurring familiarity in the distant breaches
shadows sweep at dusk attaching as leeches,
feeding on a sueded soul, voiding bruised veins,
hallow numbness in my chest is all that remains
Love weeps salt tears brined with both joy and sorrow,
fasting with false hopes macerating raw tomorrows
Ache tests how much weight my heart can hold,
I’d glide into the dolostone matrix, I’d break the mold
What is shared binds two souls along with betrayal,
and only feeds this fervor, savior this is where I fail
Arrows dart freeing these eyes of debited desire,
through a heart, a flame that had once felt fire,
suffering knows that I and I only hold love blame,
at a time when two accomplices felt the same
A brief breeze during a feverish Roman August
foolish pride thwarted lost, what won, writhes lust,
whys are worn, days don’t pass, nights don’t end
Sextilis its name should’ve kept, allotting to transcend,
moods madness ‘neath moon’s tortuous tattletale’s
of September’s blighted face flurrying gust strewn gales
I now stand in a place of my own crowned in pearled onyx,
reborn upon the highest thrown, I drink fortitude’s tonic,
'till September’s sapphire emanates from melancholia,
here you come again, shattered dreams laden with insomnia
Dolly had a scarlet doll
In the summer it could roll
Last fall a blunder
Doll gulped a thunder
She messed up all in a ball
Dolly had a scarlet doll: Limerick: Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
17 November 2014
Oh, so average, was this wee lady.
Her ordered life had its hum-drum ways.
Eighteenth Century! All are ready
To hear the voice that's spoken in plays.
But Dolly Pentreath had of it none.
Shunning the new, she kept her own tongue.
When she died, with her life full done,
Twas last Cornish speak that Cornwall heard sung.
Miss Polly wanted a lolly that was thick, thick, thick,
So she begged the doctor to prescribe one quick.
Doctor gave her his candy stick, stick, stick,
And said “Please don’t bite, you must lick, lick, lick
She knelt in a skimpy little frock, frock, frock,
And licked Doc’s candy which was hard as a rock,,
Till it almost blew her brain out like a 45 Glock, glock, glock
She stared at his candy with horror on her face ,face, face
And said, “I like the candy, but not a limp liquorice shoe lace, lace, lace...
**Is it a bit OTT?**
She’s a buxom blonde with a pretty face,
Who carries herself with such strength and grace.
From the humblest of beginnings, she got her start
Her songs are sweet poetry that comes from the heart.
There’s power in her words and I am lifted up high
By lovely songs like Silver and Gold and Love is like a Butterfly.
And a Coat of Many Colors always brings a tear to my eye
While working 9 to 5 leaves me feeling all revved up and alive.
Dolly’s quite a storyteller and with the turn of a phrase
She’ll wrap you up in her soft hearted ways.
Full of glitz and glam, she’s quite a showgirl
But she’s a down home country gal, in a showboat world.
She writes about life experiences and what she sees
Just the same as any poet, I’m sure you’ll agree
And with a voice so sweet, steady and strong
I hope her words will echo, on and on.
© 06-29-2012
Dolly Parton
For: What songwriter Inspires you Contest
She's up at the break of dawn,
fixing something good to eat,
singing songs and grooving on,
a day of shopping, that can't be beat,
From there to everywhere,
Dolly has time to spare,
Her buying time, is just to find,
a bargain, or a sale somewhere,
Especially when sweet Dolly...
get to dilly dally around,
gets to shop 'n' be boppin',
all over town,
She'll pick it up at spending time,
a bargain she finds downtown,
and sweet Dolly looks so fine...
so good in her brand new gown!
Sweet Dolly...by golly...
looks so good...she'll blow your mind,
Good golly, sweet Dolly...
finds those bargains every time!
Gee golly, sweet Dolly...
loves to shop around,
Sweet Dolly, by golly...
looks so good in her brand new gown.
Miss Molly and Dolly
Miss Molly had a dolly she called Sue
Wherever Molly went dolly went too
Molly took her dolly to school one day
But Molly’s teacher sent dolly away.
Miss Molly became most upset at that
But her mom said dolls don't belong in class
That Mothers and teachers do what’s best
They've got it right - Molly had to confess.
Dolly Sue didn't mind being left at home
When Molly went off to school alone
Sue had a lovely time along with mom
Singing and dancing to a CD-ROM.
When Molly came home it was a pleasure
The three of them had fun together
When it came to bedtime, Molly and Sue
Shared prayers and dreams the whole night through.
23rd March 2021
Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
My granny her first name is Dolly
Is loopy, she’s clean off her trolley
I know she’s insane
Cos when we have rain
She uses a sieve as her brolly
03/17/21
When I seen her, I knew I had to make her mine
She comes a family with a knack for design
She is put together so very well
She has been mine for 15 years, no one can tell
I know this story must sound melancholy
But please if would pardon my dolly
She has never needed any reconstruction
She carries extra weight time to time but removes it quickly, no need for
liposuction
I love her so much, she is the one I know who will never let me down
She has strutted her stuff all over town
She enjoys being around me
We have avoided so much contreversey
She waits for me right beside my bed
She need a new coat, possibly bright red
We ride together in a Denali
If you need a ride, I will say in advance pardon my dolly
She has seen more places than a band on tour
Everyone is familiar with her each time we enter a store
My girlfriend feels threatened by her, her name is Molly
But each day I politely tell her, pardon my dolly
O’ Word, “My Dolly”
You are not fatherless for my Bibliogenesis
I feel you in my veins Parthesiogennesis
With the traffic-jammed, like an egg unfertilized
In my polluted blood, my desire streepteased.
The world is made up of things that don’t speak
But they have a language and a reason to seek.
Erotic wet desire to form embryo Erotogenically
Love you in dear one’s mouth Aesthesiogenically
Mould you in good shape with your mouth’s vault
So the world can hear you in the heaven’s court.
O” Word,” My Dolly”
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* In March 1996, the news of the birth of a fatherless sheep affectionately
named "Dolly" shocked the world. The possibility that human beings could be cloned too -
long the subject of jokes and science fiction - began to awaken an inner fear.
We are bombarded by meaning, every day, at all hours of our lives. We spend our time
interpreting the signs that the world hurls at us. Let’s think instead of the world of Dante,
but also that of Petrarch, Ariosto, and Leopardi: everything in their texts indicates that
they were born of a solid, monolithic, and healthy subjectivity, which is sure of itself
despite appearances
OWED TO DOLLY
Raised in a world without any morals
Lead me to a lifetime of sorrows
Words that were written within Dolly's songs
was the only reason I even took this challenge on?
Refusing to have my children raised that very same way
I focused on this world that she always sung about
From singing Dolly's song's it would see me begin to pray
the crossing over into this world of happier day's
Was much harder than her song's did ever say
believing only in her words during the hardest of time's
I'd sing her songs till it would eventually calm my mind
but with Dolly as my guide I took it all in my stride
twenty-one years after I first stepped onto this hopeful walk
It is the one thing I did right, to seek out this world she spoke
unknowing it was her alone that filled me with strength and hope
To leave the only world in which I'd known
And guide us to this little town, we now call home
So thank you Mrs Dolly Parton for letting your lyric's be known
they alone were the power in which I 'finally' found our loving home
I’m not offended by all the blonde dumb jokes
because I know I’m not dumb…
and I also know I’m not blonde
~ Dolly Parton
Dolly
Buxom and jolly
Not easily offended nor dull
Just look at her skull
Dolly
Oh by golly
Begging her Parton
Nashville hair choice…pure mock sun
9/30/2021