Best Wobble Poems

Circadian Wobble

Circadian tripped through a trap door
Into amended reality of light and time
Where confusion missteps through the waltz of the hours,
And intervals of minutes
Glare at each other suddenly plucked out of place
Leaping into a space reserved for colleagues,
Renamed without their permission,
Here circadian wobbles in an...

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I'm a weeble wobble
Fingers in my pocket looking for change
 I sit down in a chair and my buttocks looks for the ceiling
I'm a weeble wobble
Ah! But my anatomy is so rare, what?
You can see the ceiling with your, what?
I'm a weeble wobble, Ha!ha! 
I'm...

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Weebles wobble
   but they do fall down.

Once without windup whimsy weebles wobble writhing in wistful wiggly wattles,
they bubble, bobble, boggle, bottle and boondoggle coddles and dawdles;
a colossal ensemble debacle joggles and toggles the toddler's throttle
waiting on wafting waffles the twaddle and goggling the...

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Wibble wibble wobble is a typhoon of trouble in a whirling mist of beautifully arranged but mediocre sand castles. Sand castles are great to live in. They carry the might of the ocean. The deep depth of tidal spore. And the secret passageways of the...

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The cry of the turkey's gobble
left me in a cranky nobble
	so I could fall sleep
	no sound should he peep
stupefied, my head did wobble 

armed with a hatchet in my hand
hoping a final blow to land
	he ran, zigged and zagged
	he dodged, jigged and jagged
I could not...

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Wobble

When love is lost and tossed aside,
there faith and hope will all have died.

For the loss you feel when you're alone,
there are no words that can atone.

And a heart that's lost within the night,
has no hope of shining light.

For the truth you see is simply...

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WEEBLES WOBBLE BUT THEY DON'T FALL DOWN

wicked wobbly weebles both wondrously
 Junior Super Stretchy shame
 Hippity Hop astonishly
Crazy forts 
glow in the dark
Limbo Hop 
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down
The Cat in the Hat I Can Do That 
 Junior Super Stretchy I do...

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It was judgment hour at the village show:
I was volunteered as they thought I'd know
how to discern between eight small bottles
of rhubarb and ginger vodka tipples.
Tasting just a sip from each of the eight,
I puzzled over a method to rate
just which was the best, then...

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Time to dance for God, 
Song in African rhythm 
With men and women.

Best choir dancers who 
can wobble demons by their
Mavaillous dance moves. 

June 24 /2023...

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Cheers to the Penguin
our tuxedo-feathered friend.
They're sorta shaped like bottles
from end to end.
Though he can't act, or model
On swimming most depend.
And they wobble at full throttle
Cheers to our little friends....

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She used to be fast
and bouncy,
but after two strokes
her head began to tilt
on the rolling deck
of her body.

Through bleary eyes,
she saw off
starlings and cats,
toppling into them
with her
John Wayne walk.

When called
She would wobble sideways
tracking the sound,
then lurch forward,
tongue lolling;
a wide grin of recognition
plastered over
her fuzzy brain....

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Questioning my existence,
I feel myself responding 
to what’s in my head. 
Overthinking the next move?
A quick way to lose.

Not taking in what’s right here.
Moments shatter in your hand
never held again. 
Walking on a balance beam,
wobble and remount. 

Sunrise calls me to visit 
and taste her...

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She used to be fast
and bouncy,
but after two strokes
her head began to tilt
on the rolling deck
of her body.

Through bleary eyes,
she saw off
starlings and cats,
toppling into them
with her comic
John Wayne walk.

When called
She would wobble sideways
tracking the sound,

then lurch forward,
tongue lolling;
a wide grin of recognition
plastered over her...

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She used to be fast
and bouncy,
but after two strokes
her head began to tilt
over her rolling neck
and podgy body.

Yet, through bleary eyes,
she saw off
starlings and cats,
toppling into them
with her comic
John Wayne walk.

When called
She would stagger sideways
wet nose tracking the sound,
then lurch forward,
tongue lolling,

a wide grin of...

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Faltered faith pedals roughly on roads without a map
              Towards year's end, staggered by reality
  Trust I tore from you lays shredded in spokes' overlap
      ...

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