Canoodling Poems | Examples

Know Ye Thy No-No’s

Know ye thy No-No’s, mark 'em well,
Lest their folly trap thee in their spell.
Lick ye not the pie before it be cooled,
For hasty tongues are so easily fooled.

Pluck ye not the fruit that dangles too low,
For ease of pick, may a sour worm bestow.
Nor partake ye of the fig from Eden’s tree,
Lest thou nudity be pricked by destiny.

Dance not with drunks past midnight’s chime,
Lest thy foot tippy-toe tap in Devil’s time.
Nor jest ye too late in yon darkly shaded room.
For such livid indulgence leads to doom.

Sing ye, call ye, all thy No-No’s, out loud!
Like ravens canoodling, wailing to the cloud.
Their lessons learned in wine, sin and woe,
Of tales so true, of what those no-no's told ye so.

Be wise my friend, 'Know ye thy No-No’s' guise,
For sirens oft sing out in sweet disguise:
"To be or not to be, now that's my question be?"
"Come live with me, be my love; share thy no-no's with me."

Ran it up the flagpole

               ‘Intimate gathering’
                  advertised
               Curiosity piqued...

                  poked my head in
               ~ cozy canoodling  



               __________________
               'Ran it up the flagpole'
               (to see if it would fly)
               was an overused ploy
               from the advertising 
               world of the 1950's 
               and 60's.

The Other Woman

To see her adorned in colour 
 You’d think she was a flower 
I try my best to glower 
 So that I show that I’m a queen in power 
But alas! I just seem to sink lower 
 
Does he love her more, I ponder 
Will she take him away, I wonder 
In the end, I just have to try harder 
For in his affections I must climb the ladder. 
 
She has eyes that ‘twinkle’ 
And she seems to give off a ‘sparkle’ 
Now I see why to him, she’s quite the ‘apple’ 
Helpless rage consumes me and turns my face purple 
 
She sashays with hips wriggling 
As she gives off a girlish giggling 
The reason he can’t stop ogling 
At once I know they’ll soon be canoodling 
And that, to me, is quite offending. 
 
With steely determination I talk to his Nan 
She assures me that he’s clearly my man 
And Miss la di da is just the other woman.

Little Yellow Duck

The bigger picture is of a
very young teenage girl 
but I have so few big pictures
of that time in my mind.
She was yellow haired
and peachy, kind of ducky also.

After 'little yellow duck'
there was that 'cat canoodling’ witch;
jet black hair
that flew everywhere – raven uncaged,
I gave pagan girl a whirl for a spell.

Then the high-minded pianist,
long on ideals and high heels
(red toenails in bedroom pumps),
too good for me – or anyone like.

At age twenty-three
 she, the one called Frances 
came and went, heaven sent
but wrongly addressed,
leaving me wishing 
I had a little yellow duck to play with.

Canoodling

Last count there are thousands of members
A pretty big following it seems
There must be something drawing us here
Other sites also help with our dreams

Something special must be happening here
Can't imagine what it could be
This unique collection of such talented people
It's a haven for you and me

Hang on a minute, I think I might have it
It's coz of certain folks enrolled
Won't mention names, you know who you are
Not fair to others if I told

So let's just say there's a humongous big bunch 
Who turn my crank every day
Rush to my computer every single morning
To read what these sweeties have to say

Certainly not giving away any trade secrets
It's reason for a very large following
Poetry can almost become secondary at times
As we canoodle with love overflowing

Subtle Seduction

octobre slinks forth
        relinquishing heat-scorched earth ~
                salacious summer

enflamed leaves embracing
        dalliance with wilder winds ~
		erotic fall tryst

hoary trees exposed
        brazenly displayed bosom ~
                scandalous winter

new bulbs gamboling
         commoved carefree canoodling ~
		warm sassy spring

Barn Swallows

Spring tramples the detachment of cold
          it heals a winter's damaged heart
Buds peddle new beauty as trees poke
          roots from defrosted ground

Barn swallows swoop in the cool air 
          of sparse meadows
To rest, to breed in man made roofs
A barn's hideaway nooks, soothing
          like a Sinatra tune
Birds of blue plummage
          tail feather streamers, deeply forked
          under breasts of white streaks 
          like jet smoke flashes

Witt, witt sounds, cheerful chirps
          that fill dark rafters
          that spice a world pushing itself to spring
Hot specks of flutter
Unmuted yearning
Chirps, feather light, a bounce of canoodling 
Bits of song that come and go
          like lovers kissing in the hay below






Poem composed: February 21, 2021

A Kind of Pygmalion

He had a Galatea named Deidre.
His plastic inamorata.

Considering his advanced age
she was also his Lolita.

Deidre and he would climax together.
while he played his essential part.
For a while he sparked and enkindled.

Canoodling in domestic bliss,
he would dress her,
paint her toenails, apply makeup;
see to her every need.

It seemed to him
that Deidre’s sexual demands 
grew stronger.
He lost sleep, grew weak of limb,
his health failed,
until he could no longer manage
for himself.

In the end
she had to carry him everywhere 
like a doll.

Now It Begins

Mashed potatoes, turkey and stuffing,
  apple , pumpkin pie, the parade winds puffing
and Santa Claus will soon come,
  a day of football, relaxing for some
others hurry baking and pressure cooking
  while children stealing treats when no one is looking
and lovers are canoodling as coffee is brewing
  with a prayer, a toast, a glass of wine
what a wonderful time.

Here it comes, be careful now
  resist the temptation to hurry out
do a little gift prep early
 of treasured sales in the hurly-burly
wait, before the season starts popping
 and stores galore are open early for shopping;
take this time to embrace the gathering
 of time and experiences shared in jabbering.

Thanksgiving for family and friends
  get-togethers, laughter and memories on end
take a picture, two or three
  of recall for the family tree
of good times, tears 
  and wonder at the quickness of passing years
hold it close, hold it tight
  before these precious dreams take flight.

Timed

An untimely tortoise was tap tap tapping on a bright pink table cloth. But table cloths are neither clever clowns, cooing cows canoodling, and neither are they chorus clapping crabs in a line up displayed on a holographic pole.
Systematic signage shrink then? Yes. Well whoopee and how very very exciting too. IT is to be non existent if one constantly places a brain into a swamp or a mind's view into a piece of a log. Section then multiply the baking trays for they are often in disarray and become very annoyed and then refuse to preform even the simplest of boiling duties with a grin. A gruel grin. 
Strong is a ship sail and a ship's sail is a Sophocles in a cloud. Whirling.
And now all that is said it is time to dance around the kitchen.
Good.
X Y Z.

An Oink Battle Is Not a Moo Nor a Rotating Potatoe

I wonder but wondering is neither wavering or wilting. And just who would build a duck arch at a junction anyway? The way is always clearer when the past is lost but who argues with gaggles of geese is often left questioning the ideology of a cosmic soup dish although this should never be miscontrued as a soapy basin for basil is intelligant so when feeding fish please be very aware that acorns are large and therefore a not an option for flakes. Kiss then. Good. Go on then kiss. Mr and mrs in a barn. Canoodling. But not noodles. Hahaha beans waving with beards hahaha mystical moo meeting a hay bale. X x x x x x x cicumstantial cosmological corrosion x insectiside z z z z

Golden Dream

Golden dream of my recreate heart,
alike sui juris chow coram craving  character .
Lacquey unaccustomed grow dumb art,
endure canoodling for chronic creature. 
Reimbursing my biotic lacunae part,
gotta exhibit usance's unblemished picture.

Emoticon Yellows

Emoticon Yellows 

If I were rich, which is a crime
I could do anything I wished
Claim my rights and entitlements as “affluenza”
But I’m an ordinary cyberpunk 
A regular yellow kind of guy
An emoticon with an attitude
Manscaping, sliding through life with a close shave
Cantankerous and bodacious all the time
In chillax style, riding the daily yellow bus
Dragging my portmanteaus box inside
And my delishful gal with me there
Clad in fashionable plarn 
Irregardless of everything else
We rise above the sights and flee
Above the ancient vomitocious towns
And meld into each other’s grue calm eyes
Canoodling all the while
Smog passes with the night
Snark comments distract us
An anacronym word or two slips out
But we don’t care
We’re off to spend the affluenza check
Just to prove we can 

(PORTMANTEAUS words:  “PORTMANTEAUS Box” all contest entry listed words 
+ "canoodling" - hugs and kisses and "cantankerous- old and feisty )

                    8/19/14 Portmanteaus Poetry Contest

Canoodling

At last count we have 20,000 members
A pretty big following it seems
There must be something drawing us here
Other sites also help with our dreams

Something special must be happening here
Can't imagine what it could be
This unique collection of such talented people
It's a haven for you and me

Hang on a minute, I think I might have it
It's coz of certain folks enrolled
Won't mention names, you know who you are
Not fair to others if I told

So let's just say there's a humongous big bunch 
Who turn my crank every day
Rush to my computer every single morning
To read what these sweeties have to say

Certainly not giving away any secrets here
It's reason for a very huge following
Poetry can almost becomes secondary at times
As we canoodle with love overflowing

© Jack Ellison 2014

Snuggle Weather

Saturday morning dawns bleak and gray,
Storms pushing through promise a dreary day.
But rainy days aren't a reason for gloom.
If you're with your honey, something special can bloom.

Rainy day weather is time for some snuggling,
Hugging, kissing, canoodling, and cuddling.
Turn off your phones and TVs, lock your doors,
Grab your honey - need I say more?

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