Best Doo Poems
Before diving into the time machine for a nostalgic trip on my music video ‘Ring On My Line’ above, I invite you to read my preamble Sonnet below.
Ring On My Line -The Golden Era of Doo Wop, Retro Revival
If you've ever waited for a call that never came, ‘Ring On My Line’ will hit close to home. Take a trip back in time—no matter your age—into the golden era of Doo Wop and the boppy, haunting rhythms of the ‘50s and ‘60s.
This song captures the bittersweet romance of waiting by the phone, heart pounding with hope, wondering if that special someone will call. It’s a love story, where jukebox tunes filled the air, diners were the place to be, and every unanswered ring told a tale of longing.
So grab an ice-cream soda, turn up the volume, grab your partner, let nostalgia take over, and dance to the retro Doo Wop beat, you’ll enjoy it..
Note: You can also follow the lyrics by clicking on the CC (closed caption) on the video itself above our on my YouTube Channel
Beneath the silver hush of midnight’s sigh,
the quiet stars refuse to blink her name
Moon - You vigilant observer from above
Your indifference lingers just the same.
A drum with a hollow sound, my beating heart
each second stretched, each ring less second cold.
I strain to hear her verse, but none are found,
in the quietude of a glimmer not made whole.
Hope strains a fragile thread, pulled tight,
will love return, or do I wait in vain?
Time elongates the qualms I feel inside
Motionless yet its silence sparks my pain.
Oh, ringtone, let mercy find my ears,
or let me waft in love’s fickle fears.
young chicks
become
old hens
young cocks
become
old dreamers
remembering
cock-a-doodle-doo
cock-a-doodle-doo
while the hens cluck
in their sweet dreams
Woke up this morning all forlorn
Piles of dog poop lie on my lawn
I’d love to find the offending mutt
Give his owner a cork for its butt!
Dog poop is a disgusting mess
It gets everywhere I must confess
Come on dog owners make me happy
Put your pooch in a doggy nappy
Notices say 'clean up dog poop' -
All you need is a poop-a-scoop
Or simply carry a plastic bag …
If I see YOUR dog poohing – I will nag
Just clear up the offensive doggy doo -
It’s not a difficult thing to do!
Contest – Everyone Poops – Roy Jerden
07~26~15
Scooby Doo soft and fluffy
A perfect bed fellow
Best friend and mellow
His adventures required stitches
He doesn't wear no britches
Scooby Doo you are there
Waiting sleepy time care
You broke your tail and hip
Now it has a dip in the tip
You are still loved and forever
Scooby Doo where are you? My treasure!
You are flat and no longer puffy!!
***For the Favorite toy contest by Linda-Marie, this is my son's sleeping buddy.
Susie stepped in a pile of dog pooh
It was caked on the sole of her shoe
Her shoes how they stank
The smell was so rank
To remove it what should Susie do?
Susie wiped mucky shoes on the mat
The mat on which her pussycat sat
Now it’s not on her shoes
But the cats got the blues
This poop issue we need to combat
Consider folks who are in a wheelchair
They wheel round but some dog owners don’t care -
Imagine just how it feels
Dog poop all over the wheels
At poopy hands they must just sit and stare
03~12~17
The ice-cream store sign read, “Unique Sensation!”
A tantalizing twist in a strange combination.
What were they thinking creating that dish?
An eerie concoction of black licorice.
It sounded like such an intriguing new taste.
Vanilla cream mixed with a black swirling paste.
Soon after devouring my delectable cone,
I flashed a big smile, and the damage was shown.
The customers cringed at the horrible sight,
as if I were haunting their Halloween night.
I looked in the mirror at the dark hefty toll,
inside of my mouth had become black as coal.
It looked pretty bad, I couldn’t deny,
as if I were poisoned by black liquid dye.
I often consider why that flavor didn’t last,
why it dropped from the list so incredibly fast.
Perhaps all the screams, or the outspoken cries.
Perhaps from the laughter in onlookers eyes.
But, likely it was, when the workday was done,
they counted the sales, which totaled just one.
Should it ever return, that flavor so fine,
you know I’ll be back to be first-one-in-line.
Until then I’m satisfied simply to dream,
of that flavor called Licorice Voodoo ice-cream.
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Licorice Voodoo is the first poem-story I ever wrote. It is based on an experience as a kid,
when my Mom used to take me to get licorice ice-cream that no one else liked. I still look for
it, ... have never see it again.
Playing practical jokes gave Fred a high
making folks look foolish he wasn't shy.
But one vengeful night
victims took delight
seeing him on TV with an open fly.
“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”
~Fun capers of Scooby the Doobie Doo,
Created, written by Glenn Leopoid,
Scooby must go on for humor pursue,
Most always in spooky ghost episode.
~Now when conversation would turned quite bleak,
Spin sliver screen Scooby, like car Daewoo.
While spinning feet of Scooby Doo’s doeth peak,
Scooby Doo, “I cant go on says friend Sue!”
~We’re together would say, “the Scooby Doo!"
Doo’s feet would spin 90 miles he would gin.
Scooby Doo at ghost would be thrust by Sue!
Slapstick funny, with spooky mansion’s blend.
~Spooked Scooby Doobie Doo, oh where are you?
Confused Doo, ghost even he did pursue!
For Matt Caliri Contest
Why We Must Go On
Whoop dee do
How do you do?
I'm fine too
Just writing some
Poems to woo.
SCOOBY DOBBY DOO
In the graveyard the bones rattle and shake,
To the beat of this all time favorite cartoon's,
Catchy theme song,
Who's America's classic crime fighting hound,
Dog Scooby Doo that's who.
Ghouls and villains alike beware, if this dog,
And his far out team are hot on your trail.
Take credence's warning and believe you me,
Bad guys I'd hit the high road fast,
Head straight right out of dodge, and don't
Look back.
Floor wheel on the floor, spare no treads rubber,
Let it burn down that highway turn pike.
For Freddie is driving the green mystery machine,
And he won't spare the horse power.
Velma has her lab topped up to full speed,
And is ready with the classic saying
Jenkies, I think we've got him guys.
We've got him guys,
With fashions grace Daphne steps forward,
With a plan to catch
The bad guys in a full proof trap.
So if you have a problem don't call
The ghost busters,
Instead phone the cellar number of
1-800-spook be gone,
And let the howling canine gang rid,
The world of evil doers.
Just leave it to those meddling kids,
And that dog of theirs too,
They'll solve your mystery and put
Things right.
But remember to bring plenty of
Scooby snacks, and pizza for the
Shaggy man and of course
Scooby Dooby do to.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A dog has been hit, flattened by a truck
The driver speeds away
The Mystery Machine is in the vicinity we are in luck
Scooby Doo on a leash, to show he's not a stray
Shaggy's Liverwurst Peanutbutter Pizza coming up at the sight of the scene
Fred, Daffeney and Thelma begin to scream
Scooby Doo lifts his nose and smells the guy
Scooby Doo CSI
Shaggy recovers and puts up the tape
Thelma take notes on the model and the make
The van now has all the portable lab props
Fred cuts off the local cops
Daffeny broke a nail and everyone stops
Daffeny acting all innocent and shy
Welcome to Scooby Doo CSI
Tire tracks say a lot when read by expert
Baretta shows up with his fancy white bird
Barney Fife shows up with his fingerprint kit
Bobby Brady is asked to leave, what a twit
Shaggy and Fred slam a six pack of Bud Dry
Scooby Doo must continue, Scooby Doo CSI
Form:
VOO DOO LOVER
The truth of you has settled in for good,
too many times, it took some time to see,
in coming to the facts as understood;
so why is it, I lay the cause on me?
You have no guilt, nor have you any shame,
and so, 'tis pointless pointing out your flaws,
suffice to say, I'll not free you of blame,
but have no reason, other than--because.
And now, my loss of friends, because of you,
is where I need to concentrate my mind,
and yea! my very heart, I throw into
restoring friendships all too hard to find.
You'll not forget; our thick and through our thin;
how much you promised me, your love was true;
I'll keep riminding you, with this, a pin,
pricked in this doll of clay who looks like you.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet
Hope is the notion
to swim across the ocean
and pray you won't drown
when it gets thick and brown
Hope is that dope
that get you hooked
when you're goose is cooked
and you’re up against the ropes
Hope things are going well and
Hope we won't panic
I've got my beachfront land
And the best seat on the Titanic!
Hope I get paid
hope I get laid
Hope we get to grope
In the cool grassy shade
Hope I don't mope
If she says nope
Hope for no isotopes
In my cantaloupe
Hope for one, hope for two
hoping is the dopiest thing to do
Hope, I sure hope we don’t get screwed
Mostly I hope there’s hope for you
You hope to God
hope to Hope
Hope the Pope
doesn't rope-a-dope
Hope in one hand, whizz in the other
hope that other hand
ain’t the last strand
of your brother
Hope is what you’re smoking
Hope is what you’re shooting
Hope is what you’re doing
When you should be executing
Hope you have a plan
Hope you follow through
Hope you’re the (wo-)man
Who doesn’t hope in lieu
Hope your slope is up
Hope your time is long
Hope you fill your cup
Hope you finish strong
8/16/16
Isn't this a sweet picture my friends
Sipping sodas after the hop
Much too young to remember this music
Doo-wop was Mom's and Pop's
Was just a wee tike in diapers then
Sucking on my thumb
Still was quite the ladies man though
Traveling around on my bum
Seem to be picking up negative vibes
About what I'm saying here
Have I ever lied to you people before
I'm not giving you the gears
Okay okay I've decided to come clean
Sipped sodas after the hop
That's where I met my first true love
First ever to say 'doo-wop'
So beat me up with a bunch of wet noodles
I've led you poor guys astray
My evil twin is now running the show
Lost control of what I say
© Jack Ellison 2013