She had never had collywobbles like this before
Waiting for her birth mother to come in the door
Hoping for a happily and forever ever more
But she got stood up like when she was four
Categories:
collywobbles, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
Baloney, bumfuzzle, fiddledeedee
Taradiddle, gardyloo, snickersnee
Gobbledygook, gardyloo, tickle me,
Hullabaloo, cattywampus hogwash hoo-ha
Claptrap, collywobbles ballyhoo brouhaha!
~A Brian Strand 4 or 5 line contest.
Categories:
collywobbles, funny,
Form: Rhyme
I Write-
poems for brouhaha contests-
perhaps of love
or nature or some gobbledygook interesting
but, I am left gobsmacks and dumbfounded
'cause I took one point blank and sharp
to the heart . . .
like- I spent hours writing that la-di-da poem
and now I am left in a puddle- of sad
what bamboozles was that theme- I was hoodwinked
oh collywobbles ! I am befuddled and baffled
and making a kerfuffle is like useless
So Looking-
for a new contest that confuses-
that will bemuse, perplex, mystify and baffle me
perhaps rhyme
or free verse or some other form puzzle to play with
where I know I will be left in a puddle- unhinged
and totally- happy . . . .
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November 3, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Hoodwinked
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1082-446-03
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Categories:
collywobbles, fun,
Form: Free verse
My skin prickles, hair on my arm
flag-raised.
Quite peculiar, actually, someone
or something, is watching me.
I recalculate my senses, dusting off
pre-conceived notions of paranoia.
Across the room, a dull thud garners
my attention. Searching, I discover a
doorstop has simply tipped over, quite
impossible, I conjecture!
I pick it up and feel a distinct burning!
it's hot to the touch!
Dropping the fiery doorstop, I hear an
otherwordly chuckle emanate from
somewhere above me, reloading my
sense of apprehension.
Not to be ill-prepared, I crouch in a
defensive position, peering this way and
that, ready to defend who knows what.
I turn to evacuate the premises,
and come face to face with a grinning
disembodied head!
Punching my way through the
phosphorous face,
I escape!
Wakening
From
My
Dream
02/15/14
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
collywobbles, fear,
Form: Lyric