Best Dowdy 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:
dowdy, horse,
Form:
Free verse
The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she'd wear ...
While husbands toiled in obscurity for large corporations
The "Ugly Americans," reviled by most other nations
Their stay-at-home wives feeling mostly frustration
Downing "happing pills" daily instead of real medication
Their sons sporting letter sweaters, obedient jocks,
Their daughters in plaid skirts and white bobby socks
Penny loafers and saddle shoes were in for ten years
Along with white levis and coca-cola -- never rum, never beer
Yet how about Krushchev's dust-ups with Tricky Dick Nixon
What about Sputnik 1 and the panic it put us in
And remember George Wallace and old Lester Maddux
Hosing down *******, echoes of Crispus Attucks ...
The rise of brutal pro football threatened apple pie and baseball
Heralding the next decade's premiere spectator sport, i.e., 'spaceball'
Joe McCarthy dug up the dirt of a "red scare's" nitty gritty
In the work of the House un-American Activities Committee
Then there was Rosa Parks refusing to sit in the back of the bus
Championing the yearning for justice in so many of us
And the music, the music, so outrageously wild
Chuck Berry, Richie Valens, the Big Bopper -- that overgrown child
Yes, the Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though we shan't heed the call of those who'd return us to there
Categories:
dowdy, conflict, culture, history, myth,
Form:
Rhyme
In my youth, I am sure I was slim,
a figure both modest and trim;
but now I am old, I'm frequently told
my features are wrinkled and grim.
As a girl, I was agile and quick,
my dancing was stylish and slick;
but sadly it’s gone, I just hobble on
now helped with the aid of a stick.
I attracted young boys by the score,
un-limited lovers, galore.
No more sex appeal, instead they all reel
and claim I'm a dowdy old bore.
In my prime, I would argue, roughshod,
Demosthenes then was my god.
But now I just drone, I mumble and groan
and gripe like a grumpy old sod.
All day I just look at the walls;
the clock on the mantelpiece crawls.
But is that a knock, a turn of the lock?
I do hope that somebody calls.
~
For Black Eyed Susan's 'Aging' Competition.
Categories:
dowdy, nostalgia, retirement, old, old,
Form:
Verse
Aint no life without heartache, aint no love without pain
Someday Mister Blues, he come callin' your name
Aint no life without suffering, aint no heart without loss
Prepare for life's sorrows, get measured up for your cross.
You can be a big hitter or an average Joe,
Live it up in a mansion or some hovel below
You can dress like a pauper or wear the finest of clothes
Aint no hiding from badass, Ol' Mister Blues knows.
You can give it the big licks, 'Look at Me Everyone'
You can live in life's shadows, never seeing the sun
You can be dull and dowdy or the belle of the ball
Till the day he says, 'Howdy', Mister Blues gets us all.
You can ride fancy horses or an old pedal bike
You can suffer in silence or scream all you like
You can be a good father or a prodigal son
When ole Bluesy's out fishing he nets us all, everyone.
Aint no life without heartache, aint no love without pain
Someday Mister Blues he come calling your name
Aint no life without suffering, aint no heart without loss
Prepare for life's sorrows, get measured up for your cross.
Categories:
dowdy, allegory,
Form:
Verse
"haunting the black air, braver at night.......
...lonely thing, twelve fingered, out of mind......
.....I have been her kind."
Anne Sexton
I Have Been Her Kind
I float above....
a cloud, unto myself
my heart a stone experiment
A woman slightly bent
My shapely legs
beneath a dowdy skirt
My sensual lips
turned down with hurt
Leaf brown to love
A woman not defined
An all renouncing mind
Where trust has flown
on dark befuddled wings
A woman, prey to death
I have been her kind
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
dowdy, abuse, betrayal, emotions, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
Click a tee, click a tee, click a tee click,
Flick a dee, fick a dee, fick a dee, flick,
I do all of this to attract you my dear,
To lose you is my only fear,
I’ll sing you my song, tra la la, tra la la,
But I have many ways to impress you.
Spring is in the air, and I’m at my best,
Look at my red ruffled feathers on my chest,
My irresistible colorful plumage you won’t resist,
I want to show off to you, please watch me I insist.
I do not mind that you look quite dowdy
That is why we males are the dancing rowdy
Watch me swing from a tree my love
Notice my dangling dazzling feathers from high above
As I tumble down through the sky towards you,
Do you want to watch me whilst I run over water,
Doobey doobey doobey da, do doobey da do.
I have prepared many a nest for you, please
Choose one be my mate, don’t tease,
This one I’ve swept the garden clean with a twig,
Have decorated it with pebbles and flowers,
I’ve spent many hours
And I’ve built the nest with an exquisite view
While you lie with our chicks watching the blue
Sky, now I will dance for you
You can dance with me if you want,
As we bond, follow my fancy footwork when we slide
And definitely glide
Along a branch, and maybe by now you might.
Think I’m right
There, you have shown me I’m the one,
Agile, handsome, colorful and trim
And you are so pretty and slim,
Come, let’s enter our love nest,
With an avid zest.
Chirp a do, chirp a do, chirp a do, do!
Categories:
dowdy, bird,
Form:
Free verse
It’s hard to find a pair of shoes
Both comfortable and chic.
I spent the whole day searching
So I know of what I speak.
For the footwear meant for walking
Often looks, at least to me,
Like it’s fashioned for the dowdy,
Just as plain as it can be.
What I want is something stylish,
With some ***** and some pizzazz,
But the sandals on display
Were more like opera, less like jazz.
So I’ll stroll around the streets again
With shoes that need replacing
While my quest resumes – it’s like
The Holy Grail I must be chasing!
Categories:
dowdy, clothes,
Form:
Rhyme
So I wrote a poem
About the miracle of life
And posted it quite proudly
However naming it
Life Insurance
I fear the soup finds dowdy
Categories:
dowdy, humorous, introspection, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Mating Season
flashing bright plumage, peacock attracts mate
dowdy, brown peahen quivers...
monsoon rains on the way
06-07-2014
Contest: Any Poem Under 15 lines #2
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placement: 8th
Categories:
dowdy, bird, nature, rain,
Form:
Kimo
GATESHEAD 1954
My home’s between vinegar factory
And a small-time scrap metal dealer
This town is an ugly and grimy
Industrial place - and it doesn’t get any realer
Like rich woman next door to a poor one
Newcastle’s ashamed of her dowdy neighbour
Like San Francisco is of Oakland
Or Washington is of Baltimore
Our shared property fence, the Tyne
Bridges are landmarks of Newcastle, it’s said
But lead to nowhere across the river line,
To my home, grimy Gateshead. **
It is a shadow town, all but dead
And no one really cares - the best can be said
About coming from Gateshead
Is…..coming from Gateshead.
**Gateshead – a large heavily industrialized town across the River Tyne from Newcastle,
England.
Categories:
dowdy, river,
Form:
Quatrain
Trump Over and Over
Around with him have to hassle and hassle
So he built Trump Tower which is a castle
And of does deliberately seem to be proud
Can always be seen standing out in a crowd.
Trump surely delights in all of its dazzle
Right along with much abundant razzle
And decided to add to his drastic dream
By buying a formidable football team.
Team had played games weeks after weeks
Then he would send out tweets and tweaks
About making his fabulous fortune and fame
Doing dirty deeds and up others did frame.
Now no matter where he may have went
Became known as Trump the Turbulent
Stirring up bad weather and also much
With Republican Party staying in touch.
Now of Trump wish they would see less
And are trying to straighten out big mess
Which they will always have been in
Over and over and again and again.
So why would anyone ever want Trump
After putting him together lump and lump
To try and swallow he has become a hard pill
What else would you expect from an imbecile?
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Can you imagine. 2,501st poem written.
Can't wait for next election. I understand
Howdy Dowdy will be running and the
Three Stooges will be in his cabinet.
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Categories:
dowdy, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
The Magic Almond Tree
And now it is time
For the ugly almond tree to blossom
And be a bride of spring
And how beautiful she is
Amongst dowdy olive trees that may
Have cornered the culinary market
The beauty belongs to my almond tree.
How did this come about?
A Nordic princess married an Arabic prince
In Lusitania but she missed the snow
And was unhappy.
The prince prayed to his God and next year
The almond tree bloomed and strewed pink and
White flowers on her path
And today I saw the magic of her smile.
Categories:
dowdy, appreciation, art, beauty,
Form:
Blank verse
My brother reprobator and oedipus.
Nimble selictor, nisus impersonale muss.
Improvidence, goggle eyed or irrational,
Instigate inane dowdy, kinsfolk isolate fuss.
Paramour or inamorato objurgate carlish,
Impune contrivance, obfuscate gobble tush.
A partner inauspicious or inartificial indigent,
Not same as before lumber or lurcher hiss.
Irremissible offence fidget formidable lead,
My parents exaggerate emotions I ever miss.
Categories:
dowdy,
Form:
Rengay
To Be or not to be...a vegetarian
Christmas in Portugal is a dowdy affair, Supermarkets
are open most days and there is no rush, and no expectation,
the hunting for happiness, family union and all that ****.
We had bacalao for lunch today, and the fish was salted and
dried at a mysterious place called Ålesund, where the sea is
calm and deep blue and teeming with cod and the fishermen/
women wear yellow overalls, speak Norwegian but change over
to English in case we should miss something very important.
Tomorrow we are driving to Alentejo to eat pork elbows, yes meat
from the elbow of the pig, first cooked then roasted and served
potatoes and cabbage. I like the cabbage the best as it has been
cooked with the elbow- there might be a more culinary word for
a pig’s elbow- looks it up yourself. I’m pissed off with this poem,
my intention was to write something romantic about food.
Tomorrow I’m going to Alentejo to eat Pernil, which is Portuguese
for pig’s elbow, (why didn’t you say so in the first place) and I will
eat cabbage and reject the bloody meat from the feet of brutally
slaughtered animals.
Categories:
dowdy, blessing, christmas, humor,
Form:
Blank verse
I don’t have a favourite,
I love them all
Shorty and sporty
Petite and tall
Dowdy and flashy
High and mighty
Shy and vivacious
Safe and flighty
I love Juicy Lucy
Smelly Kelly,
Scraggy Maggie
And Silly Millie
I love Gay Mei
And Straight Kate
Spotty Dotty
And Plain Jane’s great
So is Jolly Molly
Clingy thingy
Obese Louise
And Skinny Ginny
I love Boozey Suzie
Sweaty Betty and all
I love them long,
I love them short, I love them tall
Categories:
dowdy, funnylove,
Form: