Written By: D. Collins 6/4/25
Darrell's daughter has been down since it began.
Showed more heart and courage than any man.
A soldier amongst soldiers who really stands out.
And puts meat on the bone, without a doubt.
Darrell's daughter has some phenomenal skills.
On how to be a true "Lady" while keeping it real.
She doesn't get rattled and rarely says much.
But mess with her father she will "F" you up.
Who on earth wouldn't want something like that?
A "Li'L Woman" of essence who calls you "Dad".
There's nothing 'Mo Betta than her as a daughter.
And lifting a man up by calling him "Father".
Categories:
betta, daughter,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Written By: D. Collins 10/25/24
Don't pitch to a pitcher, they know how the ball drops.
What spin is upon it, to put it out the park.
Don't pitch to a pitcher, if his name is Shohei.
Your ball might end up in the Frisco Bay.
The Dude has eyes that none of us have seen.
Knowing what pitch is coming to raise the team.
There's nothing 'mo betta than putting juice in the tank.
Then, one of them crack, cracks in front of me and Gang
You know that's what's coming because that's what he do.
CRACK, CRACK right in front of me and you.
Don't pitch to a pitcher with name like Otani.
San Juan Capistrano may become Camp Shohei.
Categories:
betta, baseball,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Written By: D. Collins 5/14/24
It took me awhile to find my way.
Now the new me is here to stay.
I doubted whether I could go it alone.
Now I’m the guy who stands on his own.
As Patti would say, I got a new attitude.
And, what came out was a ‘Mo Betta dude.
The ingredients thrown into the pot.
Is nowhere near what came out.
It took a minute to get my feet under me.
Come to realize just how bad I could be.
I’m on a mission to become a better man.
Which is not far away, from where I stand.
Categories:
betta, confidence,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Written By: D. Collins 3/27/24
Watching the dark sky turn from night to day.
The sun that soon follows warms us with its rays.
There's nothing 'mo betta than another day of life.
Treat every second of it just like a prize fight.
Say something to someone that they've never heard.
Give them a hug, show love, and mean every word.
Within the simple things, there is nothing 'mo betta.
Then to actually be down and game for whatever.
Long strolls in the park with a jog on the beach.
Lobster for breakfast, a bagel and cream cheese.
There's nothing 'mo betta to leave once you're gone.
Enjoy the fruits of your labor, then pass them along.
Categories:
betta, inspiration,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
M-me S-stranger
M-watt he say
dat vogonese
b-4 he flu away
deep-sea me, deep-sea me
thot dat at lease
i new vogonese
hee-haw-why-yen me
knot no vogonese
under-neat da kokomo tree
thot i lern a thing ore three
S-***hole
M-watt u say
yea wok away
hee-haw-why-yen wee say
d**n dat how-lee bugga
day knot nice slang say
d**g dat how-lee bugga
S-dat is knot a nice thing 2 say
M-watt u say
u no luke how-lee
u luke mo hong-kongnese
S-i am knot hong-kongnese
i am ja-pa-nay
from toe-key-yoyo
M-do u no vogonese
halo halo o how rood
d**n dat ja-pa-naynay bugga
triad day bad
yakuza took my car
butt d**n those how-lee buggas n now ugh
nex time i lern mo betta vogonese
Categories:
betta, abuse, analogy, beach, character,
Form: Vogon Poetry
When I look back on my childhood
the pre-school days were the best
living as an only child in the country
although adopted was treated as a guest
In my bedroom, I played with my toys
lots of farm figures were such fun
felt like I had my very own farm
took a break when I went out to run
One of my favourites is Betta Build
to build little houses just like new
also loved my Meccano set
spent endless hours doing all I knew
AS a loner I loved my own company
spending quality time with just me
such sweet contentment to enjoy
gives you a feeling of being free
Having a stammer caused to be alone
but don't regret it, no not at all
for learned such a lot about myself
years later, able to ride over many a fall
(This is about autobiographical account of my childhood. The life I remember from my pre-school memories which were my favourite years.)
Categories:
betta, childhood, memory, preschool,
Form: Rhyme
YOU’LL BE FEELING FIN-TASTIC IN NO TIME!
Let us not have fears
Or unnecessary tears
For the chastising of one another
Dear poets maybe best to not smother
Let's get us back on track
A handful out of 4,600 not bad a smack
How I wish you would hear
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year!
Categories:
betta, funny love,
Form: Rhyme
No, I haven’t any feta.
Why not? Came the reply
because I prefer chedda
Do you need to know why?
Chedda’s much betta
with burger and beer.
It makes no matta
if salad is near.
So, no, I have no feta.
I plan a sandwich lata.
maybe then I’ll have gouda
and its flava I will sava.
Categories:
betta, food, nonsense, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Maria hums to the tune of “Taps” as she scoops out the betta
One red, one blue, Wiggles got ick, now it’s just Padma blue
Doorbell rings, ding dong, Maria rushes to answer, Ahh, Greek feta
The delivery guy left as the maid pounded on the screen, birds flew
This is cheddar, Miss Sparks will be upset, hmmm. It’s okay!
Swooshing sounds from the toilet bowl, as Maria flushes
Tosses the salad, grabs her clanking keys, and drives away
Down the hill, exhales haa, then inhales huh, blood rushes
Nick The Greek’s, an order of the Greek feta salad, to go please
Exits Nicks, enters Finney’s Fish Store. I’ll take that one, that fish
As she points to the red betta splashing, wiggling, stops, in a freeze
Dear Maria, I’m home, bring my salad and a glass of iced tea swish
So, tell me, how was your day, clops off her shoes by her chair
Leaning, back crackling, with Wiggles her red betta nearby
Miss Sparks waits for her maid, then notices Padma’s stare
Maria, why is Padma staring at Wiggles with a glint in her eye?
Categories:
betta, fish, funny, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Wishing some times
turns sunshine to rain
Tender falls the rain
as i speak your name
don't waste my time
tryna break my heart
you knew the outcome
from the very start
Love me Tender
Never wanna let me go
sappy love songs
Sh*t thought I let you knoiw
Aint wanting hurt
don't like bruised feelings
got look into who
and what I'm dealing with
Tender falls the rain
as i speak your name
tell you this means to me
Love and tender kiss
you sopossa be my Missus
Tell me what this is
since this involvest me
standing behind the curtain
rehersting your favorite script.
Tender falls the rain
siggin on suttlease
swaggin like you the mistress
betta get wiff me
love don't need much
collabration
Gal just do your thang
I need yo blessed assurance
Ask you let me have my way
Tender falls the rain
Baby love me Tender
Speak it when you speak
my name
Baby what's for dinner
we've had our hard times
you and i
Throught the good and bad time
some how
we got by
Now that your here with me
Baby let's stay together
say you love so
that you'll leave me never
tender Falls the rain
as I speak your name
Categories:
betta, art, culture, music,
Form: Ballade
Moonlight bright is my Pom-pup, white,
Follows me, like a guard, upright;
Suffers my shortest absence, tight,
Animal with loyalty-height;
Barks emotionally...
Stiff straight sharp ears listening clear,
Whispers of the breeze she could hear;
With toe-bean paws agilely steers,
Digging me with claws, my care cheer;
Meows mystically...
My parrot is a green garnet,
As though Artemis incarnate;
Takes pleasure in skate and gyrate,
Ruts, whatever heard; does narrate;
Screeches reproachfully...
Crown tail Betta, my fish-sweetie,
Seems symbol of marine-treaty;
Like white, black, red, green graffiti,
My aquarium adorn beady;
Rattles delightfully...
21 April 2022
Categories:
betta, pets,
Form: Tail-rhyme
Think I need a cowboy
With some fat free ranch
Think I’d like to see him
Swinging from a branch
Reaching out towards me
To get all my attention
Think I need a cowboy
Thought I would just mention
Think I need a cowboy
Not a yellow belly
To yarn the hours away
He betta not be smelly
Nor he be a bad egg
With skin so cold or clammy
Really need a cowboy
To be a little lammy
I do not want an odd stick
Nor a ten-cent-man
A namby-pamby is not handy
Doesn’t know the plan
To scoop me up
To make me his with lots of many kisses
I wanna be a cowgirl and a cowboys' mrs.
Categories:
betta, western, word play,
Form: Rhyme
To be terse
Meta's
not betta
it's worse
Categories:
betta, how i feel, technology,
Form: Epigram
It’s busy at tha deli,
So get ya-self in line an take a numba.
Got a special on baloney.
We’re gonna dance tha reputation rumba.
No matta its location,
A house is only ca-pentry and lumba.
You can neva be a homey
Unless ya do tha reputation rumba.
Tha butta betta be thea,
Rega-dless o tha pressa ya been unda.
Once tha lobsta’s on tha boila,
It’s time to do tha reputation rumba.
Tha masta’s on a benda;
That menace in his pocket’s no cucumba.
Betta shake ya salt and peppa,
He means to dance tha reputation rumba.
Miss Scarlett come a callin’
With demons gonna haunt you while you slumba.
Left a baby on ya da-step.
That’s how ya do tha reputation rumba.
And since ya daddy took a powda,
Ya can hea the sound o’ gossip loud as thunda.
It’s as clea as oysta chowda,
That dance step’s called tha reputation rumba.
Categories:
betta, humor, word play,
Form: Light Verse
By: D. Collins 8/6/21
Remember Samson and Delilah from biblical text?
A man met his demise from chasing that sex.
There's going to be a loser on the back end.
Just look in the mirror and see the reflection.
There's only so many good things you can give up.
Even cheaters don't want you, once you've been dumped.
There ain't nothing 'mo betta than a tight relationship.
They know what you're thinking, before you think of it.
Every wanna be soldier wants to show they're hardcore.
Until the day they realize their boots don't strap anymore.
I pass along this advice, because I can make you a soldier.
If you stash a little to the side until you get a little older.
Categories:
betta, journey,
Form: Sonnet
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