Best Shilly Poems
An old codger who farted a lot -
of good etiquette didn’t know squat.
When I met him, his nose
started running. He chose
his new shirt to wipe off all the snot!
Well, a nitpicker also was he,
and I mean it quite literally.
He was picking his zits
as he also picked nits
from hair, lice-infested and filthy.
With no 'shilly-shallying', I
backed away from that creepy old guy,
and I nearly threw up
being offered a cup
of his coffee. On top was a fly!
*Gnalsmoob, my poem's title, is a word new to me.
(from Urban Dictionary): A gnalsmoob is anything, particularly
a person or creature, that is completely and totally disgusting,
repulsive or revolting. Also, Gnalsmoob is boomslang, a type of
venomous snake, spelled backwards, perhaps because a gnalsmoob
is so ugly its appearance stings your eyes like venom.
The once was a Pick-a-Dilly Lily,
well, she was all green, don't you see?
Though her friends ran about willy-nilly,
she sat on the ground 'neath a tree.
Dumpty-Down rolled on by shilly-shally,
never stopping to spark, or play,
even acorns would not dilly-dally,
it seems they had nothing to say.
Lily's head bowed in sadness, she whimpered,
"Am I jealous, that could not be!"
Then an ant walking by said "It's simpler!"
if you could get up, then you'd see.
Fair Lily prayed all the day long, "Oh, please."
she wanted to run, to move 'round!
She prayed to the birds, she prayed to the bees,
she prayed to the thunders loud sound.
The next morn Lily spied Roly-Poly,
a fat man who said, "come with me,"
Now, she sit in a vase holy-moley,
not under that fine acorn tree.
The moral right here is really quite clear,
green with envy, you should not be,
be happy where God plants you, my dear,
and enjoy the shade of oak tree.
*See About the Poem
Blinded and saving the love talk in the dark
In a sensuous connection came a spark
An active mind bee-lined for a kiss
Shilly-shally bemused as lass remarks
Lips to nose in a clear view face, turns dark.
He
kept his
powder dry-
and missed the ebb
tide.
Please don't anybody ask me to decide anything. I do not know
The difference between, the Concord or a Jet Plane
The Republican or the Democrats,
White lies or some faker boldfaces fibbers
The donkey audible or the gold $$$ signs
Each of them has his or hers agenda to threaten small businesses
Like our MA & Pa's Country Stores
What is next to give city contract to street whores?
You stole from poor and you gave to the rich
how unfortunate:
investing billions of dollars into useless political funds
let wait and see which canidiate is going to get the job done
To send a man to the moon is costly
taking care of a homeless shelter is leisure: and tax deductible
However, giving millions dollars companies a hefty tax break:
not so sensible.
Please don't anybody ask me to decide anything. I do not know
How is the weather outside, it is raining? Sunny or simply gloomy
Because I guarantee one day someone is going to sue me.
Either for libel or slander
Or just for being a party pooper: Like our famous America future
Sarah P
Please don’t anybody ask me to decide anything.
because my views on world politics is shilly-shally.
Thoughts scurrying in my head
like underground commuters -
pushing, bustling, focused only
upon themselves with no care for
others - reaching for the last
remaining hang strap or seat.
Words tousling for attention;
some trying to scream the loudest,
while others sulk in silence,
hoping I will notice their drooping
lip - occasionally slamming the
doors of concentration.
Distracting me from mundane tasks
the nagging voices in the background
of my single-mindedness, pulling -
this way and that - lurching from
decision to indecision, from certitude
to the uncertainty of next move.
Manic dance to wavering music -
now here, now there, shilly-shallying
to discordant melody and
rampant orchestration. Confused conductor,
misguiding brass and strings producing
a cacophony of sound - a jarring, jangling din.
STOP! Let me try and restore order!
All sit down, calm down, SHUT UP!
Stand in a neat line, so I can
see straight - consider my options.
Put down your instruments, let them
be soundless. Freeze frame! Motionless.
I stand before the still of the image.
In one corner there is 'do this',
in the other 'do that'.
The mayhem surrounding them frozen.
Grimace fixed for eternity.
While I hover in a place of indecision;
fingers plugging my ears; eyes blinded by perplexity.
On closer scrutiny I see 'alternative',
nestling in the background, quietly waiting
for recognition. I see it now, so clearly.
I pick it up, it conforms to my touch,
We leave together by the back door.
Frozen frame melting as movement returns to
the manic confusion. Alternative and I
in collusion, leaving indecision, and
disharmony to slug it out, tip-toe
to safety, hand in hand....ssh, close the
door quietly, they may not even notice we have gone.
CLOSE CALL IN IRELAND
I once had an affaire de coeur with a foxylady, in fact a randy colleen
In Ireland with a tough older brother looking to punch me out.
But I cold cocked the rambunctious hooligan,
A real old blowhard who knew diddly squat about fighting.
Oh yeah, he had some mickey mouse gizmo like a nunchaku
But he was a shilly shallying, vacillating sort of bloke,
A tightwad nitpicker full of quintessential balderdash
(To put it politely),
And I just lambasted his ass. But, you know, with hindsight
He did almost usurp my dubious position with his sister.
Actually I rather think he was an incest-freak,
A what-you-might-call weirdo trying to insert himself sneakily
Into her good books, (and maybe also my gay books).
In formal language he was an aged interstitial gender-bender .
This stupid old codger tried to seduce me as well as her.
I didn’t acquiesce, didn’t dilly-dally hither and yon,
Like some ethereal dancer doing a glissade.
In the midst of an abso-bloody-lutely horrendous
Wingding of a drunken celebration
The pinch penny tried to titillate me
With his whole second-hand collection of pictures,
A great caboodle of ***********:
And that easy rider fuzzled me later in a jimjam party
And almost brought me out of the closet.
He was some Tallulah, let me tell you. . . . wow!
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Entered in Debbie Guzzi’s Contest For Love of Language
Hacked down at dawn is the tree that would have blossomed
Maimed is the navel that sometimes may have grown straight
Burned is the candle that may have shone in a dark path
Stifled is the dream that might have come true
Bludgeon are youth who would have led
Trampled by maggoty mauruders is the flowers that would have sprouted
Gone limp is the phallus that would have yielded bountifully for posterity
Lost is the country of our heroes past
Bath in the fiesta of blood and death
Convulse in ethnic tent and shrines
Starved of humanity, pyromaniacs
Blinded and poisoned by blind faith
Buried in the womb of Dogo Nahawa is a testimony of man’s diabolical efficiency
The sadistic infanticide…
The murder of the frail, the feeble and the weak
Robbing the newly born of its mother’s milk
A horrific dot to sentences of life constructed midway
Sanctioned by man’s sanctimoniousness
So weep, weep for the children are no more
Weep for dismembered families
Strangled, decapitated at dawn
For their bones lies buried
In shilly- shally government committees and white papers.
(This piece is written against the background of endless massacre in Jos Plateau –North Central Nigeria)
Pell-mell I said, we have to go
As she shilly-shallied about
Don’t dilly-dally it’s time to leave
As I called down the hall in a shout
So she hurry-scurried and grabbed her things
As she ran hither thither and nigh
While I cleaned the house spic and span
Then out the door, down the road we did fly
There is no hocus pocus to all that we do
When we run helter-skelter about
It’s a chance that we take in this hodge-podge of life
With its pro’s and its con’s are you in or out?
Move on you persnickety soul.
Normal doesn't really exist.
Take leave oh inadequate power.
For the doyen of your being shouts
halt! halt! halt!
This blanket does not warm you.
The bed it has been made.
But lying in it is your choice.
Fly away fly away fly away.
Find the inartificial being hidden somewhere.
Why remain incognito?
Is reality to much to bear?
Dicovery a stangest stranger
inapt of complement to one I knew
For a soul as wonderous can not covert.
This being is not you
Shilly shally all the day.
Tell me why I cannot pervade
Do I sear also?
Being part of your pain?
If that is th case I cannot remain.
But where will I go,
and where will you be,
when and if it's discovered,
that we are a we?
Shilly shally I say !
I must go away
I am the unreal one, I cannot stay
no longer shilly shallied way
Dear,oh my dear mankind! you and me were created
But how sorrowful it was! Because of your selfishness,
I couldn’t live my life as I craved, even if we both allowed
To be joyous here, but you only gleeful, I was not, because of you.
I gave you everything, you are nothing without me
But still you wouldn’t cherish me from birth to death.
Didn’t you remember ?You were fond of me when you were delighted
When you were gloomy and you would get repose in my lap.
How traumatic you were! you did not shilly-shally to obliterate
My beautiful semblance for your tranquility and grandeur life,
Why wouldn’t you ponder about me and my life
With your deeds my intact allure has been exhausted.
The most lovable and endurable moments between you and
Me were, the day when I was dampened with drizzling and
Rainfall droplets were plummeted on me, the day when it was cool
Breezing while you were solitude in my lap by gazing at the full moon
You pleased your appetite with my beauty and splendid moments which
you spent with me, the day when it was clouded and the fresh air invigorating
To restoration of your mood, but you disregarded and quashed
My beauty again and again when I was reincarnated with a lot of aspirations.
Oh! A shilly-shally puzzle it is
an oracle's unfulfilled prophecy
a snarl of vagrant kind it is.
A riddle quite hazy to resolve.
May the impending morrows,
untangle this weird rune.
May the tale bearer blurt out
the augury of my future.
Can it be a mirth or gloom?
The all knowing superior deity
laughs at my uncanny anxiety.
The first time we tackled 'The Nipple' which is also known as La Mama
The leader said "Today’s walk's a toughie", We replied "No Problema"
It was really a pleasant excursion till we dropped from Cumbre del Cid
On a vertical scree our choice seemed to be, to slide or slither or skid
When we safely got down to the bottom, the leader exclaimed “Well done,
But there’s no time to shilly or shally, we didn’t come here to have fun"
The breeze was gathering momentum, it was perfect for flying a kite
But as no-one had thought to pack one, we carried on, gaining more height
We managed to stay at the top, for maybe three minutes at most
Till the leader says "Come on let's leg it, we're being blown from pillar to post"
The second time we tackled 'The Nipple' we set out on an easier track
But the wind having other ideas, did its best to again blow us back
Just yards from our due destination on the trickiest, steepest terrain
The wind gently picked up our leader before dropping him back down again
His hat sailed away on a thermal, it soared like a swallow at play
It fair broke his heart watching helpless, as his seventy pound hat flew away
Three intrepid souls kept on climbing, but one by one had to declare
They could have got right to the summit but the wind was spoiling their hair
So if you want to tackle La Mama, my advice is go elsewhere instead
But if you insist, keep your feet on the ground and staple your hat to your head
Tis all
shilly-shally, dilly dally
wiffle waffle, willy wobble
quiver and dither
teeter and twitch,
which whatever, wherefore wobble
hem and haw, ho and hum
Tis all a dithery tizz
M-ove heaven and earth,
E-arly August twentieth Sunday;
L-et the task get done,
L-et the odds fade
A-way.
S-how your determination,
E-liminate the shilly-shally;
C-ontinue your intention,
C-omplete the work zealously.
I-n spite of all obstacles,
O-utright action proves your worth;
N-ever fear to use every means,
A-s you move heaven and earth.