Best Fiddlesticks Poems
Just where have the weeks gone
Another year has whizzed past
No New Years resolution, I'd only break it
Unless it’s to meet George Clooney
Ah fiddlesticks he’s married now!
Romance is off the cards
Yeah, but a girl can dream!
January Acrostic Contest
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NB I have never made a New Year's Resolution, this is just a standing joke with my husband
1/1/19
Covid didn't like being labeled "just a hoax"
So it took revenge on one who made sick jokes
I don't wish him any harm
But he won't buy the farm
It seems his face is covered in rotten egg yolks
What arrogance in refusing to wear a mask
Was keeping the vile germ away too much to ask
Spreading it to many others
Parents, sisters and brothers
For that he should be ashamed and taken to task
Well, now the jokes on him and his foolish pride
The Corona germ creeped into the naysayer's hide
Covid kicked him in his gut
Then bit him on his big butt
It could've been avoided but he lied. Yes, he lied.
How awful have been his political transgressions
"It is what it is," one of his smug expressions
That man is just too haughty
He's despicable and naughty
All he cares about are his worldly possessions
I don't like writing about people in politics
But D.C. has too many liars and lunatics
Time to clean up his mess
He's caused us such distress
Four more years of Trump? I say, "Fiddlesticks!"
~Jan Allison has written a limerick about Trumps "tweetment," that you would enjoy. https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_correct_tweetment_for_trumpty_1292245
This is my personal opinion, and whether you agree with it or not is your choice. If you do not, I suggest you write your own views instead of
leaving negative comments. Thanks.
A whinstone varigated thoughtless vegetative scrumptious.
A thanksgiving theology scrupulous splutter simultaneous.
A wistful zephyr as a wizened face vehemently wiseacre,
A filibuster recommends fiddlesticks to extradite fabulous.
An extraordinary amusable, desirable or sustainable flush.
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 58
No way must such protective force serve politics
Nor ally dictator army criminal police
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics
No exceptions tolerate no geopolitics
No super power excuse to fiddle with peace
No way must such protective force serve politics
No edifice stands aloft loose in building bricks
No Zapata fights for latifundio prize fees
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics
Dare not wanton call Nature’s course fiddlesticks
Even if life you lay down for cause in sacrifice
No way must such protective force serve politics
Can one forfeit life placate people’s economics
Mahatma Gandhi saw life’s work torn piece by piece
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics
Only the chieftain who bears with peoples’ conflicts
Can lead them along the road to Nature’s hospice
No way must such protective force serve politics
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Hi, I'm Druzy, and I'm a big girl cuz I'm six
I'm stuck inside today...Oh, FIDDLESTICKS!!!
Mom said I can't go outside cuz it's raining
I cried and she yelled, "Druzy, stop complaining!"
Bored with games, I sat, pouting on the couch
Something pinched me, and I screamed, "Ouch!"
That's when I saw them; two witty bitty things
who were giggling and flapping little fairy wings.
One made faces at me each time I'd blink.
Said, "My name is Blythe. I always wear pink."
The other whispered that Alayna was her name
then she asked if I'd like to play a fairy game.
I kept blinking at them with my big brown eyes,
thinking, "Do they have the power to hypnotize!"
They chanted a song I had never heard
but it made me start singing like a mocking bird!
My head got really heavy and started spinning.
The little fairies were mischievously grinning.
They touched sparkling wands to my head
just as Mom said, "Druzy, it's time for bed."
I frowned, as crocodile tears were falling
The fairies said, "Druzy, please stop bawling.
Come with us to Willow Wisp On High.
We have fairy dust that will make you fly."
Blythe gently blew glittery dust in my face.
I sneezed, and my pajamas turned into pink lace.
"Now you will shrink to become our size
and we'll travel on a moonbean that we crystallize."
On this magical night I saw wonders...galore!
A dragon dancing with a beautiful sprite, and more...
But I was getting sleepy as the sun began to rise
so home I flew, surrounded by golden butterflies.
December 10, 2020
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On a particular subject let's cut the pallava.
When volcanos erupt you must expect lava.
Don't stand in its way Nature's laws to defy
unless, of course, it's your intention to die.
Let me add without seeming too cynical
Avoid taking a leap from a mighty high pinnacle
in the vain hope of nature's protection
by making of you a total exception.
I avoid like the plague all striving in politics;
Republicans, Democrats and similar fiddlesticks.
No orders I will take from Senate or President.
By now this fact to all should be evident.
If you yourselves courted the horrors that came,
I regret to inform that 'm not to blame.
Roseanne Barr a funny lady, so sweet
until her true self appears in an awful tweet,
If the cause was Ambien she should try Horlicks
sleeping pills causes racist remarks, just fiddlesticks.
7/24/2018
Clerihew contest.
‘Send in the next patient please,
and make it quick before I sneeze’,
asked the Doctor, if you will,
as he was almost always ill.
His first patient was Arthur Lock,
and he said ‘you know what doc,
I don’t think you’re all that well,
your patients you will need to tell!’
‘Fiddlesticks’ was the docs response
'I’ve only sneezed just the once.
It’s you I fear will be at risk
if we don’t sort out your slipped disk!'
His next patient was Farmer Jones.
He was only skin and bones
and after he’d examined him
he said the news was pretty grim.
'If you sneeze you’ll break in two
and so I’ve got some news for you.
If you catch what I have got
then that might just be your lot!!'
Next in line was Shirley Best.
The doctor said she needed rest
then sneezed covering her face,
she screamed and called him 'a disgrace!'
The next patient was rather weird
a big chap with a six foot beard.
The doc suggested that he shave
but he replied ‘man that would be grave!’
The beard was long to keep at bay
the ailments caught day to day.
‘I used to sneeze all day long
until my beard grew six feet long’.
‘Eureka!’ was the docs reply,
for the evidence he could not deny.
The problem was at four foot two
a six foot beard would never do!
I once knew a teacher who occasionally used the word ‘fiddle'. If perhaps he deemed something untrue or irrelevant; or if annoyed by students or otherwise disagreeable, he would simply say, “fiddlesticks”.
In the instrumental world of music, a fiddle is a violin. Have you read that Emperor Nero fiddled while Rome burned? And I once heard about a musical called, “Fiddler On The Roof”. But this is not the kind of fiddle that presently occupies my brain.
In nautical usage, a fiddle is a frame or railing on a ship’s table to keep dishes from falling off in rough weather. But 'fiddle’ of the high seas is not what I’m thinking about.
There’s such broad usage of a most simple word. Very interesting. Why, this most interesting word also addresses, ‘waste of time’. It also refers to being in excellent health, like ‘fit as a fiddle’.
O forbid that I should fiddle like Nero and ‘let things burn’. May I always be productive, never given to ‘wasting time’. But let me be energetic, useful, caring, and ‘fit as a fiddle’.
The word ‘fiddle’ also expresses one acting in a subordinate position, such as, ‘play second fiddle’. Finally! This is the ‘fiddle’ that I am talking about. If you have always been on top and driven to be number one or else, then perhaps the two spot is not for you. If you said 'no' when offered a VP position, or if you would never show up for a 6th man award, then second fiddle is not a good fit for you. Nevertheless, at some point, we all must ask the Gatorade question, “Is it in you? ” It took me a while.
After many years, I discovered a pattern in my life, and have come to believe that the pattern revealed the purpose of my life. Understanding my purpose
brought great peace.
cj02122014 PS Post 01082018
Just for calling fiddlesticks
No one makes a sound
Some deny the trick exists
But evidence abounds
Passion lights the smallest fire
Blown by winds of rage
All compete for just awhile
To dance upon the stage
Only those who take a bow
Admit it’s all an act
Can move along past fiddlesticks
And find themselves intact
Fred Jagenberg – Aug 24, 2019
Hope Zona Man's okay, didn't get an overdose of pricks
Uh please excuse, cactus thorns, sharp pointy things, oh fiddlesticks
Let's just call them tiny daggers
Making JJ scream and stagger
Just wrap him up in swaddling clothes, this raving lunatic
No word “yes” and “no”
Never revealed just a fiddlesticks
Never clear and shouted “hang on a mo!”
Emphasize public should demand to jurist
For seeking one by one lines
To avoid mourning forever
Clause by clause just a black nicks
Blunt down and pointed upwards
Vide! Marginal are always oppressed
Ya boo and fiddlesticks
to the thorns of life and all that pricks.
Ya boo, too, ye plutocrats
who treat the rest like worthless rats.
Fiddlesticks to ivory towers
where boffins sport their mental powers,
deeming themselves to be omniscient
and lesser minds somewhat deficient.
Give me the simple things of life,
these to share with kids and wife.
I fell over a chair, a table and a TV
Jabberwocky fiddlesticks, I am klutzy old me!
Hit my head on the table, knocked myself out on the floor.
I do not believe I can be trusted to walk any more.
A dead world grew his flesh.
Another world, one not yet born,
is even now digging his grave.
Cancer, that coat with reversible linings,
gnawed at him like a hungry dog.
This man, he knows his birthright,
this guy, once removed from death,
fills pages,
traps fleeting thoughts with fiddlesticks and thumbs,
but that's not important.
One second stretched to a mile,
that is important.
Shoes that walk to the end
most important of all.
So, he writes about his fingerbones.
as they count the days before and after him.