Best Dum Poems
Meet Tweedle Dum and Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
Way high up on the upper most branch
Not afraid of heights but why take a chance
I fail to see why they're living up there
They don't have a bed, they don't have a chair
Must be uncomfortable and hard on the bum
Hope they're not bothered by splinters, by gum
These guys are strange, they're nincompoops
They've never liked living in community groups
Independent old souls most all of their lives
Some call 'em snobby, these guys they deride
Society is made up of all different trolls
Some are hot headed with holes in their souls
Some are real happy, like those guys the best
Sure happy I got that stuff off of my chest
Meet Tweedle Dum and old Tweedle-Dee
Two of a kind they both lived in a tree
If you guys want my opinion and advice
Get the hell down here and I won't tell you twice
© Jack Ellison 2013
Tweedle-dum and twiddle-dee-dee!
Fiddle-faddle and fiddle-dee-dee!
Now who can make sense of that silly verse?
Now that I think on it, I've written much vurse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
“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”
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
are two friends of mine.
They hung out with dear Alice.
They knew her in her prime.
They smoked some dope,
least that's the hope,
in caterpillar time,
oh, tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum,
they are two friends of mine.
Mr. Dum loved the Cheshire cat
Mr. Dee the Jabberwocky,
both of them shunned the Hatter,
he made the bitterest tea.
Why Dad named them
both the same thing
only the rabbit knew.
What he'd done was a shame
seeing that they were TWO!
Just two boys, round formed,
beak capped, and bow legged
but, oh the trouble that they caused,
they never were up staged!
My deadly duo,
famous two-o,
who would there be but thee,
just ask Alice, she'll agree
twin boys of dread debauchee.
There once was a lady from London
Whose blouse inadvertently came undone
Out popped this guy
With two dark brown eyes
And a jolly jiggle, dum-dee-um-dum
© Jack Ellison 2015
DUM DRUM (for Sara Kendrick)
A rumpety tum ta tum
A rumpety tumpety tum
A dippity dee and a dippity doo
Go rum rum rumpety tum
Through the sandy paths of Mbaraegbu
Egbu's menacing stature a spur on
I balled through dusty Mbaraobom
Bought agidi ocha at Mbaraicheku
Unfulfilled,I waltzed pass Ndoru
To Okpara Square,then Eleme
Golden Tulip held no solace
Rosie,a snooker consolation
I wanted more
Emptiness,my gratification
Then,you nimbly came
Greatness in physique was not your gift
But your brains over boiled!
That,I saw(I know you didn't know)
Our meeting was like
Bonnie meeting Clyde,
But in sameness of sexes!
And a new world was created!
If I love you,it is because
When a kindred spirit meets another
The communion gives birth to
A new world order
Sex with a virgin mother non-inclusive
Said Tweedle Dee to Tweedle Dum
Perhaps the time has finally come,
For us to pick out different names,
And stop our playing at childish games.
Dum was sure that he couldn’t agree more,
And the reason was far too big to ignore.
Having names that made people delirious,
Meant that no one ever took them too serious.
So they decided that neither would speak
Until they met on the coming week
And then the two would happily share
The names that each would pick for the pair.
Then said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee,
What names have you picked for you and me?
Whatever they are I will protest
As the names I’ve chosen I’m sure are the best.
Said Dee to Dum if that’s the case
Let’s share the names face to face.
Standing nose to nose Dum said to Dee
Let’s say them both on the count of three.
And when the count was said and done,
They both said Tweedles Dee and Dum.
It seems Dum had wished to be Dee,
And the opposite went for Dee you see.
So now they are happy with their names,
And they’re playing again at childish games.
The choice they made you must agree
Was the perfect solution for Dum and Dee.
you are a shell
god blows music
of bliss you are
a string god
caresses
green chords of love
just be you let
the god enter freely
prepare to receive
music flows
clean up your shells
tune up your strings
god surprises
be ready prepared
live in this moment
you cannot prepare
too late god gone
you cant dwell
in yesterday
dusted shells
untuned strings
god wont return
be ready for the
music each moment
love is an ocean
god resides
taste it drink it
god relishes
god is love
love you will
dum spiro spero
Dum de Dum
I play all day long, while strumming my black and grey tented guitar into a funky tune
A vibration of eagerness and excitement fills me, inside the pit of my stomach
My black painted smooth lips lift off of my face, and into an upright motion
Already spread across my face in awe, I listen to the beat of the highs and lows
Stop,
Turn the music off
Play the guitar,
I'm mimicking the exact movements and sounds as Benjamin Burnley
As I sit strumming the guitar in a fast paste
Think,
I slow things down with my mind
I'm now at ease
Dum de Dum,
I sing along with the thrum of my guitar
I'm jumping up and all around, screaming and shouting
I'm on my knees kicking and enjoying this feeling I have right now
Stomp,
I stomp all over the place, letting all the anger in me flow into my music
Ahhh, I bark with enthusiasm
An evil grin spreads evenly across the yellow platform, just below my pierced nose
I'm enjoying this and a tear is forming inside of my eye socket, near a scar underneath
Oh' yes, it's about to happen
Here comes the bridge
Thump,
Clump,
Strum,
De boom
I'm near the end, now I'm lowering my head
And as I strum the last string that leads to a last beat
Bam, it hits me
I just played my way through this painful day of my aunt's death
I know my calling
Tweedledee And Tweedledum
Hohoho....
A tweedledee and a tweedledum.....
LGE case looked like a legal process by people so dumb...
BN govmen wanted to make a capital case out of LGE....
They wanted to puncture his bubble of popularity with the masses....
And to sully his growing influence and reputation...
With little Napoleans in place in all the nooks and corners of enforcement...
Especially with that compliant idiot in the AG department...
Another kangaroo court was set for a very long session...
Until the historic day of May 9th arrived and a miracle happened...
Unexpectedly the rakyat forced a change of federal govmen...
A bright eyed 92yr old took over the reins of the govmen....
And set into motion, countrywide, a governance by lawful enforcement...
And among the first drastic action from the new govmen....
Was to ignore the village idiot seated in the AG department...
Lo and behold, after some national hue and cry....
Tommy Thomas, backed by his sterling credentials, became the new AG .....
Thereafter the rakyat get to see the slow wheels of justice gaining traction...
Suddenly there happened numerous investigations into the old govmen's administration...
Hohoho....
Now we even see the famous elusive Chinaman voicing out his frustrations...
Even as his old man is now dragged into his web of deception...
And an all too famous clown is facing charges of money laundering...
Not to mention the massive 1MDB debacle still under investigation......
Hohoho....
A tweedle Dee and a tweedle dum...
There is certainly more exciting news to come...
Hohoho.....
The province of delayed gratification
Poetry is dead.
There is now no appetite for deep reflection
In this far from limpid pool.
Abhorrent is meditation
To the present lords of all misrule.
Carpe diem once was for the nonce
Its writ now runs for aye.
Omnivorous science depredates
The very bones of our being.
Gradgrindery completely disintegrates
The very heart of our seeing.
Dawkins' dogma aims to destroy the spirit
And we are not the better for it.
Thus shrivels the soul and all that resides there,
Are we but creatures of accident,totally threadbare?
Until economic Armageddon strips us of cultural shame
Our choice is but to shroud the flame.
Depredation must needs be followed by reparation.
And then that rara avis,the phoenix anew
Will rise from the ashes,bright feathers in view.
We will illumine our world once more
When the bright flame of poetry will once again soar.
’Twas a drummer who drummed on his drum
using two fingers and his right thumb.
To an anapest’s ear,
it would sound pretty clear;
to the rest, lacked a certain aplomb.
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jumped off a read of Brian Strand's A Limerick Historique
erratic affairs muddle mindsets
confront life with unlike aspects
can’t let the wiseacre tell a lie
I cried the day the music died
fractals repeat their eternal patterns
like fairy tales forever and after
chanciness of life unravels
alter egos by-gone in travels
early on pace your time deftly
and scrawl your own bio wisely
There once was a lady from London
Whose blouse inadvertently came undone
Out popped this guy
With two dark brown eyes
And a jolly jiggle, dum-dee-um-dum