Best Doris Poems
Where have you been! you silly man!
don't blame it all on tryptophan!
Maladies from Malta mutATE and Gur G....itate!
as Jimbo watched the Vikings dominate!
It's true my kind heart is totally fake!
football first sweetheart!.... hope your fever breaks!
Dear Charma, you've got snow! make an ice-pack!
it's almost halftime!...... then I'll be back!
And if you grow weary of my attitude!
I'll level a few notches, and be a sweet dude!
The Ref blew his whistle!.... #4 is quite grand!
our sinking tag-poem is back on dry land!
So without much ado!
no need for a chorus!
I tag you my friend, Miss Culverhouse! Please Doris!
(Phyllis tagged John, John tagged DaneAnn, DaneAnn tagged Charmaine, Charma tagged me! and I tag Doris!)
A puppeteer and a columnist
Two greeting persons of great talent
A writer and a simple artist
Met in New York on a bench God-sent
Acquaintance that brought humor and scent
To watchers and walkers awed with skill
Moving and talking puppets that shrill
Doris' procedure is today
Remember her
It is laparoscopic which is not as bad as open incision but still surgery
Followed by only clear liquids for a week
Then protein shakes
Then pureed baby food
Then food introduced slowly
She was really anxious yesterday..Concerned if she had made the right decision, etc.
Thanks
Sara
Platinum Beauty
Quick with a smile
Electrify the movie screen
Timeless charms and fashions bold
A voice of velvet and feminine brawn
Works to get the job well done
Even with life's complications in tow
Lover of animals great and small
Cute and furry gets the love
Kind and well liked by her peers
***Doris Day is such a classy lady and inspiration to me....I would say she is the super star of all time and worthy of a lifetime reward. Great actress!!
Boris and Doris
There was a man name Boris
who had a wife name Doris
when he coughed
wife did scoff
they both couldn't sing chorus.
Written: Nov. 9, 2015
Theresa
Doris Lessing is dead,
And she's not a feminist,
An uninhibited outspoken
novelist,
She's also sociable and
artistic.
Mind you she's no easy meat,
Won the Nobel Prize for a
lifetime writing,
Passed away at the age of
ninety four,
And her memories through
her books will continue.
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A tribute to the lady who
wrote the famous 'The Golden
Notebook'
She left her family to for her
work.
Novelist,poet and writer.
There once was a sweet girl named Doris
who kept a big pet brontosaurus.
All day long they would play
after which they would pray
and sing the Hallelujah Chorus.
*With thank-yous to Ms Mary Druce and Georg Handel.
Swimming, life carefree
Net tightens around the school
Deliverance, grace
May your hook always be cast
Where you least expect fish caught
Synergism, save
These lost fish, grateful intent
Catch and release, Life
Responsible now
Freedom, new life in warm water
Breach, spout words, joy, sing
School of life, protective school
Numbers rise with the right bait
Bait, love, nuturance
Guide... North Star...The leader Home
Reward eternal life
D aughter of Oceanus and Tethys, in Greek mythology
Of the sea, Mother of many
R oyal naval vessel, British HMS Doris
I owa-Doris, Doris, Greece, Doris, Asia Minor-Dorians one and all
S ea nymph, goddess of the sea, wealth of the sea
D~aring in spirit and bold in mind,
accomplishing for others before your own self.
O~rigin as the Stalwart for offspring to follow, showed
how to fall along life's path and get up again. Many admired
how this "quiet" lady adapted and fit into the U.S. Way of life.
Sent for children and grandchildren too, who today followed
in your prints.
R~deemed of the Lord, baptized in his name, God's name is Hallowed
for you and for all. Went shopping that Saturday for a dress for the Pastor's
Appreciation Day. Collected your own med's from the Pharmacy on Monday, on
Tuesday October 14 worked too hard, in the basement! Rushed to the Hospital,
Stroke you're a great Mess, now it looks that you're a waste of time!
I~nitiator of new beginnings time and again, showing that God is always
with us.
S~erved in Society at home and abroad, persons would say "that's a good
person there." Now at your weakest, for strength Ebbed away, is your
name now Age/Aging, to sum up your life? What an Excuse Society
sometimes makes, when being stingy in giving back what it readily took!
Cats on roof in snow
Sentinels watching looking
Without open eyes
The jet flies the governor's
Course set to adultery
Cat slips on frozen
Snow, claws grip the edge, below
A fire awaits..... fate
Death takes the pilot,
In midair the govenor
Yearns...jet burst apart
Cat's grip is weak claws strip falls
Clings to governor's carcass
Taxpayers buy a
New plane, and exwife's dreams flow...
And flames still scorch!
(The cats are metaphoric for politicians.)
Granny Doris Lives On
“There’s no such thing as rain in Tintagel”.
That’s what my Granny Doris says.
“It’s always lovely weather
For grabbing a bag of pegs”.
She ‘heave-ho’s’ wet laundry
Into a basket wide,
Then tugs and grumbles
To drag it all outside.
There’s no such thing as rain in Tintagel
Enough to stop my Gran
From hanging out the laundry
With her wrinkly little hands.
Even when it was raining-
And obviously that was rare-
She’d say “That drizzle’ll blow over”:
Laundry was her only care.
All was calm, all was bright,
Until Colin came to visit one night.
Colin was a hurricane
Of gargantuan force,
Sweeping across from America
Wreaking havoc and making a mess.
But poor Granny Doris,
Intent on pegging out,
Didn’t listen to the news
And had no clue about:
Colin the destroyer,
Colin the big, bad storm.
He’d blown the fence over
And was ready for so much more.
We drove against the storm
To reach her on Atlantic Way,
But as we opened the garden gate
Socks, knickers and tights flew our way.
Colin lifted Doris up in the air
By billowing up her skirt.
She waved a sheet which then unfurled,
And blew her up further.
Her little legs dangled
As Colin swept her off.
He took her out to sea
And we’ve still not found her yet.
They searched for days for Doris
But find her, they never did.
They only recovered her peg bag,
But not a single peg.
Then, days later, Mum
Turned on the radio.
The weather was announcing
Another storm to come.
And this is how I know
That there’s life after death,
‘Cos STORM DORIS was on her way-
The biggest hurricane yet!
copyright Emily Joshua
DORIS, YOU CAN DRIVE MY BUS!
Doris, I’ve been wantin to ride your bus.
Ain’t asking much, so don’t be making a fuss.
Thank God you’re not driving the short one,
‘cause riding with you has always been fun.
Been riding school buses since my feet would dangle.
Long and yellow add wheels, it’s a rolling rectangle.
We’d be rockin’ and rollin’ to music like it used to be.
Forget the belts; I’m jumpin’ seats, need to be free.
I bet you’re thinking I was born to be unruly,
if it got out of hand, Doris tossed yours’ truly.
Shifting those gears while watching the mirror,
spitballs we’d launch hardly got near her.
Once we got to school all safe and sound,
door swung open, off to boredom we’d bound.
We looked forward to her ride every day,
she knew it’s important to let kids play.
Ending this ditty to stay on her good side.
Doris no doubt, we had a “GOOD RIDE!”
*Written in fond memory of the best school bus driver I’ve ever known. Oh, so many years
ago!
Thank you Doris,
for giving me the mic.
I would like to welcome my father,
to our poetry web site.
Mr. Richard Pickett,
Has a talent so sublime.
wisdom within his rhymes,
we've collaborated many times.
You should check him out,
you may come to find.
Intriguing thought provoking,
inspiration...
come,
journey through his mind.
Thank you Doris,
for giving me the mic.
How about dem
BRONCOS!!!
Stuffing the Giants.
on Thanksgiving,
a win like that!
Brian Dawkins
a gift...
Elvis Dumervil, D.J. Williams
finding rifts,
Defense inspired,
the offense clicks.
Yes,
he said
Broncos...
Die-Hard, tattoo on
his right arm.
A stallion,
poetry is my art.
Thank you again,
Doris.
for giving me the mic
I'm glad you
"Went to Jared"
Now I must step aside.
I'm going to call for my
"Sweetheart"
You are next in Line
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A quiet almost abrupt person
Believes in heaven and eternity
Culverhouse, cuddly cheer giver
Dang dandy Doris
Enjoys food rich and sweet
Funny in a dry sort of way
Girl in my mind freckles and bangs
Handy and loves to learn
For Tracie Edwards contest
thanks for the inspiration!!