Best Noddle Poems
I am nothing...nothing...nothing
I am nothing but human
just an ordinary human
I can't whistle, perform great feats of strength
I have noddle arms at best
Magic eludes me like a game of hide and seek
Painting, drawing, creativity
well let's just say I'm an expert at tracing
yet I'm tracing these words not from a book
from my heart
For you my love, you are worth it
for you my love, I would walk 1000 miles
if it meant I could just see you
for you my love, I would swim the seven seas
surf a sea turtle if I must
if it meant I could have one simple kiss
one simple glimpse of your lips curving into a smile
For you my love, I would scream from a rooftop
in hopes you would hear my plea to marry me
For you my love, I would kill..him
him who took your life...him who stole your breath
with a deadly needle
but instead I take not revenge
but instead I take not hate
for you my love, I place the pink tulips
I planted in your backyard
upon your grave
shed a tear in response to your silence
in response to the remnants of your voice fading into the breeze
For you my love...for you my love...
I whisper I love you and promise to see you soon
for you I will cause I am nothing...nothing...nothing
nothing but human without you
You’re chock full of kingsize bull crap
Though female you are not a chap
A well-practiced liar
Whose pants are on fire
Your vitriol I’d love to zap
Just little things make you so ratty
You’ll spit venom, gee you’re darn catty
With a scowl and a frown
You will put good folk down
With hindsight I think you’re quite batty
Your language you need to remodel
I’m fed up of reading your twaddle
You can’t leave folk alone
Like a dog with a bone
Try using that brain in your noddle
May I offer a little advice
If you cannot say anything nice
Keep your mouth fully closed
Your bull crap’s been exposed
Go back to your fool’s paradise
King-Size Bull Crap Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
01/05/22
Where we muster and flock as assimilator,
To imbibe the noesis as accumulator,
O’er this institute majestically,
And to nutrify our thirst magnificently,
Where we summon our metier and furnish,
Skills with the optimistic savvy and burnish,
The alpha knowledge of our profession,
And to inwrought our mind with passion ,
Where we unitely ascertain and acquisition,
The basics of our instinctive disposition,
As to acquire mere about pallor,
Worth millions of dollar,
Where we arrive and depart,
And fill empty spaces or apart,
Of our noddle so this fit as fiddle,
To solve and alleviate the medical riddle(s)
This comes veridical to Aero Medical Institute,
An organisation of infinite magnitude,
Of ethics, courage, bravery and fortitude,
So I pen and pays tribute and gratitude.
Written By
M .Shahid H. Chouhdry
Yepper-doddle, today I’ll use my own noddle.
My prized antique frame sustained a despised bust.
Wanting to show my man the tough dough in my crust,
I found strong glue and told that goo I was nonplussed.
Next, I grabbed frame, soda and sat on my sofa.
Three tries – no prize, so with both eyes quite wide,
I called the glue a boob lube, dumb as a square loop,
and threatened to incise its worthless insides.
I rose, fetched pose and a calming balm libation,
then returned to pestering with less sweltering.
Glue applied, both sides, I made my hands a vice
and, well fries n’ flies, I squeezed degrees of might.
Bullet sweat, my muscles clinched like a barrette,
I pressed longer than tourists eating pullets.
Then when gingerly, tenderly letting go –
glue thoroughly, tauntingly offended me -
son of a bee, ugly as his glue-mom-harlot,
refused to seam my antique frame back to its gleam.
Past bummed, I stood to sweetly summon my husband,
but my feet stuck to carpet, mucked as a tar pit.
CayCay Jennings
October 16, 2018
Where we muster and flock as assimilator,
To imbibe the noesis as accumulator,
O’er this institute majestically,
And to nutrify our thirst magnificently,
Where we summon our metier and furnish,
Skills with the optimistic savvy and burnish,
The alpha knowledge of our profession,
And to inwrought our mind with passion ,
Where we unitely ascertain and acquisition,
The basics of our instinctive disposition,
As to acquire mere about pallor,
Worth millions of dollar,
Where we arrive and depart,
And fill empty spaces or apart,
Of our noddle so this fit as fiddle,
To solve and alleviate the medical riddle,
This comes veridical to Aero Medical Institute,
An organisation of infinite magnitude,
Of ethics, courage, bravery and fortitude,
So I pen and pays tribute and gratitude.
every time
I get the approval
And it’s just like the ocean under the moon
Oh, it’s the same as the emotion I get from you
You’ve got the kind of lov’n that can be so smooth, yeah
—Itaal Shur, Robert Thomas
He’s Smooth-I’m Breathless
Rob’s smooth, intoxicant, erotic voice.
He sings slowly with sass, a charming rasp.
For ringing in new year, he was my choice.
The instruments’ charm me, I’m in their grasp.
A noddle swoon, elixir fix of cool.
An enchantment of sea and moon, in tides.
Breathless in nineteen- ninety-nine whirlpool.
In sultry croon - I lose my mind, besides.
A
Small
Squirrel
Used blossoms
Of lavender plant
To reach for the stars in the sky
Such an intelligent creature uses his noddle
Man highly intuitive, most intellect grabs for instant gratification
Date: January 07, 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge January, 2019, Fibonacci-Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
As it beat on my window pane
I hear the sound of the autumn rain
It is a indication of my pain
It falls from my sadden eyes
It also falls from the black skies
I hope it will rain tomorrow
It fills my day with an empty sorrow
When you see rain what do you think of
Do you dream your friend or a lost love
Nothing ever feels the same
Especially when you see and hear the rain
Have you noticed rain never quenches thirst
After the rain the sun appears first
When the sun’s rays pierce the sky
Birds in all their glory will fly
"Rain is nature's chicken noddle soup."
there's all kind
kept this in mind
when its hot its a trot
if its cold have a bowl
they have noddle too
its make you toots
EAT HOT SOUP
I swear tout de suite,
that...
My noddle ain't petabyte
But just a condign floppy disk.
So I could swiftly flush out some memories,
And retain only what's necessary.
I swear I wanna draft some boundries.
As much as I need a reclying bin, and depositary
In my head.