Best Dotes Poems
FILLY’S FAMOUS STORY
Although I am pink, don’t ever think
That this filly is just frilly and silly,
For I am a thorough bred filly who instead
Of eating just oats, for my owner dotes
On me, am fed in a pasture of my very own,
Whose green grass is a sight to be seen,
And oh, so pristine!
What is my mode of work you might ask,
It certainly does not involve any task,
For I am shown off to the rich and elite,
Who think it’s an absolute treat,
To be shown a beauty like me
I do sound vain but where else would
They find a pink filly to see!
My mane is brushed every day,
With a gold plated brush by Fay,
She is so proud, I always draw a crowd,
And is quick to explain, I’m a descendant
From the stables of the ex and late
Senator Nicholas Brady, I’m no ordinary lady!
Fay has desperately tried to find me a mate,
But am truly fussy, I know my destiny and fate
Is not from the regular horses around, but to be
Found amongst the Arabian horses abroad, for imagine
A local brown dowdy horse, I’d be fraught!
Yes I’m a snob, my mate must be a real heart throb,
For my vision and dreams are of never
Ending meadows, and flowers, and trees and streams
And a handsome horse of the same breeding as me,
Maybe even a Lipizzaner who has a reputed background,
They have been around for quite a while, Fay reads
My thoughts and gives me a smile, hey Frilly don’t
Stress pretty friend, for it is my eternal intent,
That you be matched one day with an aristocratic
Horse, and together you will take a romantic course,
And have little foals, of which one might be pink,
So never, ever think that your predominant,
Pink genetic line will become extinct, you re such a
Refined fine filly, nothing about you is silly,
You will go down in history and be recorded,
As the most beautiful pink horse ever born,
Have patience, you will be rewarded!
Frilly looked at Fay, and gave her a neigh,
She loved Fay so, would Fay ever know, Frilly
Hoped so, for if Fay looked deep into Frilly’s
Eyes, Fay would know that she had won
Frilly’s heart as first prize!
Entering contest "A Fairy Tale For Children"
Sponsored By EVE ROPER
2019/01/27
Categories:
dotes, horse,
Form:
Free verse
Poor Santa Claus encountered a delay
There was thick fog that made him lose his way
He went on yellow pages
Then spent some of his wages
A gps he ordered for his sleigh.
Santa dotes on his true love – his missus
Even though she can be so suspicious
But he knows that with a kiss
He can fill her heart with bliss
In return she bakes him pies – delicious!
On Christmas night his tour was much in doubt
Because he ached all over due to gout
He thought of his appointments
Would not have disappointments
On Christmas night he dished his presents out.
[Let us spare a thought for Santa, come Christmas night;
in spite of all his problems and setbacks he still delivers!]
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Contest: What’s Up With Santa
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Categories:
dotes, humor,
Form:
Limerick
This poem is based on Mythology
She sits above all her domain
an affaire is her delight.
Her love of life you understand:
to keep the reins in tight.
She rules her realm, all fairy land.
Dark man dotes on his queen,
to fetch her tea, or raise his hand
merely to help her preen.
A strong black steed he often rides
into the land of man;
to bring the one of her desire
to her in fairy land.
He rides in haste with one intent
with just one thought in mind;
to get to where he wants to go,
find who he wants to find.
He never speaks, yet in command
no one can disobey.
The one intended mounts behind,
they soon are on their way.
Dark man explains, the man can’t tell
secrets exposed to him.
Or boast of powers he may gain,
not now, or future dim.
For should he fail and break his word,
Dark Man will make him beg.
Will take his eye with fairy sight
or wither arm or leg.
The fairy queen, no gossip wants.
Discretion is her key.
To guard her puritan “delight”
what has to be will be.
© Oct 13, 2011 Charles Henderson
For Deb’s Creepy Irish Creatures contest
placed 2nd in the contest
Categories:
dotes, fantasy, fairy,
Form:
Ballad
“Chickery Chick Cha-la Cha-la”
Was a happy little ditty
From days gone by, my how time flies
Those words were warm and witty
“Lamsey dotes and dosey doats”
Brings back those days of yore
When life was fun in the morning sun
Who could ask for anything more
“Skimmery rinky dinky dink”
Is another masterpiece
Jimmy Durante sang the words
To this clever little treat
“Abba dabba dabba dabba”
A chimp was heard to say
I still remember Debbie singing
In a most delightful way
So when you're down and things ain't right
Just whistle these happy tunes
You'll soon perk up you'll smile and say
“Life is a big cartoon”
Categories:
dotes, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
Somewhere in the park
The early skylark
Sings with verve, his stolen notes.
Weaves them with his own,
Makes them his alone.
On him the rapt poet dotes.
The poet will write
How in late of night
The small skylark sings his song.
He flies very high.
He seems above sky
Sounds like the sky sings along.
7/21/14
For Dr. Mehta's contest
Categories:
dotes, bird,
Form:
Verse
1955 Was a Very Good Year
By Elton Camp
A better year in my life I have never seen
Because, back then, I was only age fifteen
Nobody I knew had, at that time, ever died
Any problems of the world I could brush aside
Nearly eight millions cars were sold in the USA
And never before had they been styled that way
Seven out of ten families owned a motor car
So we ranged freely about, both near and far
And yearly pay was nearly four thousand buck
Inflation of one-fourth percent added to the luck
Minimum wage to a dollar an hour had been raised
And gas at twenty-three cents a gallon was praised
Eleven thousand dollars was the cost of a new house
About a new car at two thousand, nobody’d grouse
Born that year were Whoppi Goldberg, Jobs & Gates
Nobody would have expected their eventual fates
Of the civil rights movement I was only vaguely aware
Dr. King, Rosa Parks, Emmett Till, though, were there
Elvis Presley was then the very latest singing rage
And appealed to screaming girls of most any age
James Dean in the movie, East of Eden, was the star
But he died that year and so wasn’t able to go too far
Finding his thrill on Blueberry Hill was Fats Domino
Bill Haley, Chuck Berry and the Platters on the go
I am not one of those old men who dotes to say
“If only it were still like back in the good old day”
Back in 1955, there many problems and great woe
But not the concern of a fifties teenager, though
Categories:
dotes, nostalgia, old, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Her Cheekbones, smooth as pebbles
Grasped tightly in his sexed up hand, sweating indelicately
Resembling that night the thoughts between the sheets were conceived
Weighing like soaked white carpets
Beneath flea market stands
She Is Beautiful, she is beautiful
Belladonna, noxious
Dusty eyes and wavy hair
Neruda book shoveled away somewhere deep
Inside her closet full of chewed up bones
Illumination, dying in Latin never seemed like
A juxtaposition before the closing of the soul
At least his eyes are a Cambridge blue
Jazz muted in Mortality sings on dangling participles leaking out
From the saxophone
What is that worth?
Thick waist, hourglass coke-a-cola
Mama-sita, mira mira
Lolita-like N.Y.M.P.H.O.ed up eyelashes
Coating tears with manufactured glob
Somebody put in a bottle
The higher your skirt the more your face value
Goes up, up, up pass the mystery between monogyny and the thighs
Right between the slit ice
Like Mmmm, and he slides past the first three bases
Oooh Girl you look so good in those Six Inch Heels
What is it worth,
to throw away your
Worth
For a toaster oven and a washed up guy sitting on your back porch
Scratching his head waiting to be given a pardon for his misdeeds
While American Media stole him away
And blamed it on the graffiti on the Church Walls when it was really
Hipshot for the Hip-Hop , This shameless act of cytotoxicity
when it was really
The Devil trying to slow dance with the pretty girl behind the stage
Eyes that lie time after time and are almond shaped but see no further
Then 6 feet deep and a saxe blue sky
Baby girl, on auction in the club
(Going once, going twice, it’s okay we’ll sell her half price!)
Like a slave, a sycophant child to some sick twisted game
Dancing in the Matrix style of killing the clock
Biting off the hands, to chew them up, spit them out
To pretend like the world isn’t ending over our heads
Seven kids, bloated waist, waitress fingers and lips
Smile, Misfortune dotes on you, Lucky One
What are you going to do when your looks run out?
Heyyy girl, what’s your face value?
Categories:
dotes, introspection, urban, visionary, girl,
Form:
Free verse
What kind of fancy quilt
Are you stitching up today?
Are you sewing a quilt
In the Proverbs Thirty-one way?
With each quarter embroidered
By busy hands of love
Living to please your Saviour
Who is watching from above.
In one block of your quilt
Do you submit to your spouse?
And creatively in another
Are you cleaning up the house?
What about the children
Are they stitched within a square?
Do you stay home within your place
And give them all your care?
What about the family money
Are you thrifty with your dimes?
Have you designated a quilt piece
On how you spend your time?
A devotional time with God
Should be the center of your quilt.
For everyone of your squares
On Jesus Christ should be built.
Your virtuous woman tapestry
Should have a ruffle on display
Of all the many blessings
God dotes on you each day.
Categories:
dotes, inspirational, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
"Lo! the dolphin dotes laughs
My passion is the maritime coast
'Ocean!' said I, 'thing of seawater.'
Oceans dolphins
In a kingdom full of coastlines
Eagerly I looked for the seaway
I crave the marine, more mare
That up bound jellyfish - that unbound jellyfish
I felt compelled to sniff the territorial waters
I am shorn of my catfish
I discovered the riverbanks
Suddenly, I heard some tiding
Rise, fly mighty dolphin up through the skies
And its eyes have all the ponding
Resulting and resulting with my pacific
But in the fact that it was fluttering
I had dreamed of ribs cluttering
Only this and a ameba
The west water whaling
The dry dock smiled
How they were curtailing, prevailing - derailing
I discovered the crayfish
I crave the marine, amidships maritime
Ah, distinctly I was swallowing
Rise, fly mighty dolphin up threw the skies"
11/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
dotes, adventure, analogy, animal, beautiful,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Meek moments meet
Speak softly sweet
Dance dreamy daze
Glimpse groovy gaze
Laughter lifts lot
Play primes pure plot
Feel fragrant fest
Jolly joy jests
Bright blessings bloom
Rich rapture rooms
Vest vibrant verse
Treat troubles terse
Pick poignant prose
Cheer clever close
Niche nimble notes
Dazzling dream dotes
Fine fashions float
Gather grand gloat
Live lasting lines
Feed feelings fine
Trust telling times
Calm caress chimes
Leon Enriquez
04 July 2015
Singapore
Categories:
dotes, allusion,
Form:
Alliteration
RIZWANA
R ides the rough waves in positive stride.
I nspired by her Parents,great writers and off course,Poetry Soup.
Z ealous,sincere,tenderhearted but irritable,confused and moody at times.
W anderer in the wonderland of her splurging thoughts.
A dmirer of patience,dotes on decency and silence.
N ame is angelic means guardian of Heaven.
A lways ready to learn,age no bar,acknowledges social welfare.
Contest: Whats in your name.
Sponsor:C T.
30.11.2015
Categories:
dotes, character, image, meaningful,
Form:
Acrostic
Dreary dream dies
Entice each eye
Trust truth to tie
Opt open orbs
Use unbinds urge
Reach rides research
Do discern dare
Eat egg éclair
Thrill tragic trounce
Observe odd ounce
Unfurl unveil
Ride roomy rail
Dote deep desire
Etch end empire
Troubles trim top
Old options opt
Urge unzips use
Ripe rapid ruse
Demand dotes dear
Echoes endear
Telling truth times
Open outlines
Undo unsound
Romp reasons round
Defy dense dare
End effort ere
Touch tensile toil
Oblige old oil
Urgent upswing
Rhymes roar right ring
Leon Enriquez
26 Mar 2014
Singapore
Categories:
dotes, change,
Form:
Alliteration
I love the stories my granny will tell
From a much more simple time
The way she met Papa and in love they fell
She worked at the five and dime
Then there's the one of her driving lesson
Flying down a winding mountain
Her mom needed anxiety medicine
Eyes were closed and counting
Pictures match the stories of the time and place
Her high school years occurred
Blonde curly hair and an angel face
The trouble that she stirred
Throwing pies at the boys outside the window
In her home economics class
Such innocent mischief, a tough row to hoe
Poodle skirts, long socks and sass
She was a working woman for American Airlines
Full time job and mother of three
Well put together and looking so fine
Photographs for me to see
I love how she dotes on the love of her life
Such a handsome man was he
After a couple of dates, destined to be his wife
The start of my family
Categories:
dotes, grandmother,
Form:
Free verse
“Chickery Chick Cha-la Cha-la”
Was a happy little ditty
From days gone by, my how time flies
Those words were warm and witty
“Lamsey dotes and dosey doats”
Brings back those days of yore
When life was fun in the morning sun
And you couldn't ask for more
“Skimmery rinky dinky dink”
Is another masterpiece
Jimmy Durante sang the words
To this clever little treat
“Abba dabba dabba dabba”
A chimp was heard to say
I still remember Debbie singing
In a most delightful way
So when you're down and things ain't right
Just whistle these happy tunes
You'll soon perk up you'll smile and say
“Life is a big cartoon”
©Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
dotes, music, happy, happy,
Form:
Quatrain
LOVE:
Accepts, believes, cares, dotes, esteems, feels, gives, hopes, increases, jubilates, keeps, laughs,
mends, notices, offers, praises, quenches, radiates, satisfies, teaches, uplifts, venerates, watches,
x-halts, and yields with zeal.
© July 22, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ASPECTS OF LOVE
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
dotes, love, philosophy
Form:
List