Best Doodle Poems
I so love this form called Footle
It allows the poet to doodle
With so few words
Whether right or absurd
Now read , short trip, lets tootle
“Cock-a-Doodle-Do”
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
There once was a very fine rooster.
He would strut with his wings spread out wide.
The hens in his pen called him “Brewster”.
They liked to flap around at his side.
“Cock-a-Doodle-Do!!! The day's light grew.”
Quickly off to lay eggs ran the gals.
He flew to his perch; boasted anew.
Protecting hens meant no time for pals.
One day he sat proudly on his roost,
Curious, “Grandson” came; he was three.
Brewster stretched out his neck, his craw loose.
“Cock-a-Doodle-Do!!! Listen to me!”
“Grandson” loved to watch and feed the chickens.
Brewster crowed; the boy ran to the pen.
Neck stretched. Beak aiming. “Brew-roo” peckins’-
Little man. Boo-booed hand. Kiss would mend.
Brewster's life would never be the same.
Feelings hurt. “Grandson” sobbed for a while.
Grandma soothed at boy's side, rooster blamed.
“Cock-a-Doodle-Do!!!” Sung in exile.
All the hens in the pen played and lay.
While inside, “Grandson” stayed well as new.
Quietly heard in the distance, “Hey!”
“Cock-a-Doodle-Do!!! Boo-hoot, I’m stew!!!”
The cock wakes her up in the morning
she loves his cocka doodle ring
its longer then hubbies thing
thicker then a piece of string
Perhaps a vibrator that sings ?
I chanced upon Polly Wolly
Walking one day after school
Clearly without her doodle
Something she thought she'd never lose
She told me she had sat it down
As it was out of tune
And when doodles sound more like poodles
What else is there to do
So I took a hold of Polly
And led her by the hand
Downtown to the lost and found
Where all that's lost is left
She went on and on about her doodle
Like a long lost friend
She asked the lass behind the desk
If she'd ever see her doodle again
The lass asked the doodles color scheme
And how large it was in size
Seems people lose their doodles often
If not most all the time
When they handed her her doodle back
There really wasn't much to say
As Polly Wolly and her doodle
Waddled arm in arm merrily away
**ABC FUN**
Funny vs' Rude~~
agrestic bugaboo creeps, dandle
'each-
other', footle gleeking,
happy, izzat...jillick, kibitz, ludic,
maffick, nothosonomia,
osculating, proudly, quizzing, riant,
squabash,
to unstable void, whelm, Xanthippe,
yodle, zingy.
*
Dark Death~~
aphotic burnt cardinal debris
everywhere, flammeous,
growing haematic, igniting,
jeopardizing, killing, lava,
madness, numb, 'Oppositional-
Defiant',
pulse, quantity,
rage, staged, tempered, under,
virescent, watch, ***, yield, zero.
*
Dream a little Dream~~
Accelerator, beating, captivating
dreaming, eruption,
fingerprints, ghost haunting,
invading,
journey,
'keebler-keeper', labyrinth, magic,
nightmare, odyssey,
path, quarantine, rainbows, snakes,
'tossing&turnning',
unconsciously, vertigo,
'wakening2wetness', x-rated,
yawning,
zoomed.
*
Dedicated and inspired by; Yasmin
Khan
By;pd
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
A noisy, Rhode Island Red rooster
Awoke, from his dreams, Simon Schuster.
Simon got mad as heck
And adjusted Red's neck.
Now Red doesn't crow like he uster.
MY Chickie Doodle Girl
* * * * * * * * * * *
She`s four going on 40,
this child/woman girl,
A true gem from the deep blue ocean,
I`m the oyster and she`s my pearl.
Her bewilderment and fascination,
her audacity and grit
blows me to smithereens
every time I think of it.
Her bedroom a museum of things you do not touch,
of nick-knacks and trinkets from ages birth and on up.
Her stubbornness and humanity,
her temper and her trust,
changes from minute to minute,
“Dear God, give me strength to keep up”.
She`s expressive and animated,
with an abundance of humor and wit,
Her insight is abounding, there`s just no end to it.
Her devotion runs deep, it`s an unconditional thing,
She`s absolutely remarkable this small human being.
Shes got moxie, and attitude, and character, Oh Man!,
and SHE is my daughter, and
I Love Her With All That I Am.
I am going to write about as the world turns
As the world turns you will see things
that will make you question about integrity
about your life as part of the human race
about the divine order
the make up of your existence
But have no fear
There is a divine order
That things must follow
Right will be right
And wrong will be wrong
You cannot make a wrong to be a right
And vice versa
So just follow your heart
Do things that are right
even though the world seems to point you in a different way
I will make it right
Say no more
As I am the Lord
Whatever the world wants
It will get
But whatever I want
It must render
So let it be known
There can only be one God
And one God only
Either you serve the world
Or you serve that Individual
- the higher Being
It is up to you
You will find out
That there is no tiredness in serving Me
No bloodshed or teardrops
No run and no come
As you are already there
Take my tomorrows and make it yours
Redeem it as your own
What comes will come
What goes will go
There is no stopping what I will allow
There will be no shortage of what I have begun
Just trust in Me
And doodle
My sister planned to make a treat
For all of us to share
So she labored in her kitchen
With tender loving care
But when she mixed the cookie dough
She added too much salt
She had to multiply the recipe
To make it all come out
The cookies kept on coming
They came without an end
So when we hear “snicker doodle”
We all just laugh and grin
My sister planned to make a treat
And so she did that day
But the treat was this sweet memory
That will never fade away
Yankee Doodle went to Maine
Riding on a snail.
By the time he reached Bangor,
He was old and frail!
Yankee Doodle
had a poodle,
and its name was Tony.
He fed this dog on fish and chips
and lots of macaroni.
Yankee Doodle
lacks a poodle.
Now he has a terrier.
Every day it learns new tricks.
The more it learns, the merrier.
Backwards he walks watching them follow
watching them borrow closed mindedness
from life and words filled with need.
The Face of a Dog In Tears...his thought
Pain erases the eyes as life blinks
Love shades the ears silenced
The tongue wags. The tail sings peace.
Joy the black and white German shepherd
Even in color part black
On white paper colored white
Guided unleashed to a page too short
Facing a line drawn wrong twice
at a speed too forced leaning.
Smudged whiskers mark a nose with no holes
and an unapparent bark
Barks pleased to roam lead unstreaked.
Our needed comradery of course
based on a friendship unmatched
Is man's bestest pal unarmed?
Word related checkmate minded
Appeased to guide those whole souled
by means of a simple sketch
His hug foretold to hold even those
Those that bite back fighting flesh
Only to trace back time left
And so he draws selflessness by heart
in ways to unsleeve His love
for those that time will not set.
Noodle - Doodle
Footle - Extrudel
© Jun 15 2010 for Brian’s Footle contest
When things aren't going quite your way,
just hang in there and don't dismay..
It just might be a whack a doodle day..
Every body has them.
It may be your time.
Don't let it disturb your peace of mind..
Whack a doodle days may come
but they go.
It's all in a person's perspective bro..
Will you paddle thru it or need a tow?