noodle
doodle
why
fry
boodle
poodle
shy
guy
handy
andy
best
buy
randy
mandy
rest
rye
gray
play
deep
sigh
slay
bray
creep
dry
caboodle
radoodle
great
try
poetry style free verse
UNUSUAL TALENTS
austere
leanings
toward
impressions
&
recollections
incredible
sources
emerge
laconic
prextexts
symbolised
determind
significance
a
jocular
caboodle
elementary
conserved
enthusiasm
thirsting
a
surprising
appeal
Trump's colonial riffs an elite doodle
Sanctimonial meet & greet canoodle
Baronial seats for cheats still feudal
Sheriffs tariffs tiffs will eat our strudel
Testimonial tweet use your own noodle
Whiffs of taking the complete caboodle
Sniffs EU bleat of what ifs America's poodle
As my anxiety reaches my boiling point
I snip the last flower from my winter's dying rose bush
I play the I will or the I won't game pulling off each petal one-by-one
Will I or won't I write a poem about "Why not"
I've really got nothing better to do with my time
So, why not just write a poem with a "Rhyme"
I'll write why not in a "Limerick" form
I know why not is not of the norm
but this is all I've got
That includes a why not
I just put together some words that conform
I'll just write a "Monoku" that has seventeen syllables- why not?
I'll write a "Tanka"
Though it's hard to add- why not
Maybe a "Footle"
Here's one that I think should work
"Why Not-It's Hot" caboodle
The last petal I plucked from the rose was- "I will"
So, I found something good to do with my time
I've written some poetry, and I've added my dots
And I've incorporated into them a whole lot of "Why nots"
You're all invited to my party.
No, not Jack or Jill or Marty.
I'm inviting apple strudels,
pies and tarts, the whole caboodle,
custards, puddings, buttered scones
(with muffins and bagels, I'm not alone),
cookies, croissants, an eclair,
and my lovely baklava, so dear.
I've got the lecture notes ready
I've got the examples
Just blow what I'm telling you to blow
I am responsible for the resurgence of the sales of saxophones
I unlock the doors of my car
By raising my right palm
You saw the crescent
I saw sod all
You need a guitar player
Bass and the whole caboodle
But don't stop there
Get yourself some
Man clarinets
And ear trumpets
In fact
Sack the band and
Just have a sax on stage
And horn away
Nostril reeds and
Ostentatious bellowing
I'll be your mouthpiece
I'll pretend to be from L.A.
Cringetown bottom burp
A bug who loved to doodle
was floating on a noodle.
He had to get some sunscreen;
the sun was getting brutal.
He could not reach the lotion;
he needed a commotion
to interrupt the pristine,
make waves just like an ocean.
He saw a pretty spider;
he sidled up beside her
to ask if she would help him
because she was a glider.
She glided to a lady
Who was a big fat ‘fraidy.
A-shriekin’ and a-yelpin’,
she made the pool all wavy.
Our bug packed his caboodle,
then hopped out off his noodle.
It seems that he was last seen
astride a golden doodle.
So if you don’t want cancer,
and you’re a take-a-chancer,
a long-haired dog romancer,
doodles may be your answer.
I have marked my place,
I stand now in the
bulging vein of the moment.
No more hunting for meaning
or for anti-meaning,
all socks are white or not.
I am here.
a one-sized loosely fitted mind,
a tick and cross
on an illogical checklist,
acres stacked upon acres
of fifth dimensional
doubt, faith, and gnosis,
a bottomless barrel of chewed-over laughter.
I am all things and nothing,
happy to be
whatever you see
and I will not
gainsay your worst opinions,
but embrace every layer of the onion
even though you cannot perceive
the chameleon gifts
of my all too human superpowers,
or my agreeable acceptance
of your legendary life.
I am rooted in truth
and conspiratorial speculation
finding no fault in either
but still a knowing of what I am,
could have been or was.
I am raised up in my lowliness and glory
no longer there or anywhere
simply this kit and caboodle, this enchilada.
deeply sorry to be so unrepentant
and mostly happy to be sorry,
not a worry
or any flurry of guilt.
Expunged and indelibly revealed
as this ingenuity of self,
here now and gone
all along.
Momofuku
what did you do
took a dried noodle
and made a caboodle
a country in famine
you took time to examine
and created fast food
to feed the whole brood
Dementia has stolen part of her from me
But also, from herself
I cannot complain; she lives a partial life daily
I am thrilled the days the sun is out
When her soul returns
Even if it is but for one brief moment
It is enough for me
Because it has to be enough for her
Much of her has been swirled away in dementia’s cloak
but on warm sunshine filled days
sometimes there is a glimmer
And that is enough
I would rather have a glimmer of her
Than the whole caboodle of anyone else
Our love will last until the last day
Signed: Her Forever Husband
Fabulous paintings on rag mats
Gorgeous under the glazing glass
Resembles my granny's noodles
But not are they silly doodles
Vibrant hues of varied patches
Divine hand's magical scratches
The whole caboodle looks graceful
Makes the innocent hearts joyful!
Nursery Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Date: 15-03-2021.
Placed : 3rd
Forward backward
upside down
Downside up
all around
Yowser bowser
holy moly
Yipes-stripes
guacamole
Inside out
outside in
Pluto, Goofy
Rin tin tin
Al-a-ca-poodle
noodle-doodle
Apple strudel
kit and caboodle
Scribble scrabble
wiggle waggle
Diddle daddle
piddle paddle
Rodger dodger
over-and-out
Happy New Year
Give it a shout
Mew
rumbles
inside fur
concentrating
cat’s caboodle - the tickling of her nose
the stunning green eye and blue butterfly
minutia
momentum
of her
breath
9/7/2020
Eve Roper’s Double Tetractys 2
Photo #3
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vile vibed violin
pruning punctured pelvics
damped veins scrunching
tossing tactic traces
kleptomaniac kinky crunches
vesting voluptuous voices
silly strength spent
spilled seals etched
rustic reels rent
callous crest cupped
lanky lousy lust
revamping coda rust
balletic bounty bod
assumed caboodle Corpse.
19:11:17:14:53
I have a cat that wears no hat;
though her paws do love to bat,
her mice and balls,
all through my hall.
A clever cat,
a feisty cat,
I made her a nice catnip rat;
my hyper-active tabby cat.
A cat with tail all poofed and fluffed;
her claws are never, ever rough;
they’re so sharp and needle-like;
my god, they’re really more like spikes!
All through the night she bounds and plays;
sometimes in a catnip haze.
All day long she’s in a snooze;
fortunately, she doesn’t drink any booze.
I know she’s been on my computer,
looking for a kitty-suitor.
The claw marks on my keyboard tell,
without me hearing her collar bell.
Her favorite website, “Kitten Caboodle”;
actually sells tuna noodles.
I know because my credit card,
had more than thirty orders charged!
A confrontation did ensue;
she wound up with her ego bruised.
Pouting cat took paws that bat,
took out her frustration on catnip rat.
I tell you honestly,
I tell you true;
be grateful she doesn’t
belong to you.
Written 3-7-19
For Contest: "Honoring Dr. Seuss Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
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