Dallied Poems | Examples

Bad Science

I’ve been transmitting
on the frequency we talked about—
the one braided with microwaves
and half-truths
about entangled minds
and sympathetic resonance.

I figured you’d catch the pulse
once the white noise parted,
once my kettle screamed
or the dog stared too long at a corner 
that wasn’t empty.

My mouth even watered
with your name
on the dough's first rise—
I dallied in the kitchen
with a low-stakes ritual, 
used gravity to split particles—
you still didn't answer. 

Did you notice any of it? 
Do earworms still play my advice
like backmasked invocations? 

I wouldn't run from a little proof
of your esoterica.   

Maybe you’re the kind of quark
who skips the symposiums entirely—
no RSVP, no collision data,
just a shrug in the margins.

Or maybe your reception
requires stranger offerings—

Either way, you should know:
I'm running out of ideas.

Untitled

there was a young cad named O’Byrne
who dallied with the lasses and then spurned
till one day he tangled with Molly
who wouldn’t put up with such folly
and poor ole O’Byrne got burned

BETTER MAN

Glenn Hughes Poetry Contest - Robert James Liguori
BETTER MAN (Hughes) : HUGHES TURNER PROJECT (2002)
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When I see calm sky I feel your eyes
When I gaze at the range of mountains
I see how you stood by me at times
Feeling gentle breeze I sigh your name
As waves tease my feet I sense your smile
I see you everywhere I tell you why

I'm a better man now, I feel peace
I have found my calling, I now know
I Won't let go now, you complete me,
My destiny. That is what I found
I'm gonna tell you I found you are
My calling. That is you and you alone

I've never felt strong ever before
I've dallied away, I think too long
It's time I gather myself to ask
Let me live to feel weather with you
Now on, you are my destiny, you
Make me better man, better than ever

Life is gentle if you are with me
A weed looks lovely with you by me
I believe in fate, I am aware
I no longer pretend I'll be free
Don't let me down, you are my calling
Take my hand, take me along from now on

America, the Center Did Not Hold

AMERICA, THE CENTER DID NOT HOLD 

The center, woe the center 
Are we surprised it did not hold
Not even in America 
And if the truth be told 

When the two twin towers toppled 
We were stunned aggrieved and hurt 
Long gone the days of minute men 
No one to sound a swift alert 

With eyes wide open still so blind 
We failed to recognize
How much 'covid' would reek havoc 
Right before our very eyes

Relentless in its progress
Devastating all it touched 
No army couldn't stop it 
Even if one bothered much 

Still we dallied on so docile 
Till an enemy within 
Ripped and ravaged through the White house 
Bent on murder and revenge 

Men compliant and acceptant
Eyes fixed on money, power, fame 
No thought for country, without conscious 
Doubly dying, soil their name. 
 
                      -Reta Pruitt 
PS (There still are 'men with souls so dead')
-from 'THE MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY'

Grocery Shopping Gripes

She’d a shopping list in her bag
Long since lost in the mess
But she could remember it vaguely…
Dammit .... she’d just have to guess

She grabbed a trolley out of the garden
It squealed and it see-sawed
No wonder because one of the wheels
Went backward instead of forward

She shot in through the doorway
And breathed a deep breath in
Her total focus needed now
To avoid financial ruin

Starting off with a hiss and a roar
She was soon completely absorbed
At looking at expensive delights
None of which she could afford

So she dillied and she dallied
With choices designed to confuse
She was temporarily suckered in
By an offer to good to refuse

Finally finished, she staggered 
Trolley piled up high and bulging 
To the self-serve checkout queue
She had regrets about indulging

Wearily she scanned her goods
Then let out an almighty groan –
After all that bloody effort
She’d left her visa card at home

He Knows How To Fix Ladies Plumbing

When shopping I espied my plumber 
I’d dallied with him in the summer
We’d meet round the block
I’ve seen his ballcock
He ditched me, I couldn’t be glummer

He’s laying pipe with my friend Mary
I advised her she should be wary
Because I do not think
He’ll be fixing her sink
But bonking her down in the dairy

2/23/19

Saving Grace

Wending her way westward, wafted on whispering wings
   Sailing serenely southward, slithering past secluded scenes
Nudging northward, noticing narrow, noctilucent moonbeams
   Edging effortlessly eastward, entering ecstasy's eerie baleen...

Grace dillied and dallied, then dithered and doodled and dozed
   Could Heaven's Handiwork save her? ~ Neither angels nor seraphs know

A Beach Ballet

In a distant land many miles away
Lived a hermit who dilly-dallied all through the day
When it came time for slumber
He resorted to counting numbers
Of young lasses showing asses part of a beach ballet

Jealousy

Jealousy - One, Nine  and Sixteen

She walked down the stairs while holding her hands
With tears in her eyes she could not refrain
She pummeled the door and she writhed deep in pain
He entered the door and called out her name

She grimaced at him and she slapped his face hard
You dallied , I heard with a lusty coquette
I love you no more , begone from this place
Your conduct with me has been a disgrace

Breathless confrontation consumed his face
I beg to differ you’ve been misinformed
My sister came by and I kissed her hello
I sought her advice to buy you a gift

She knew that you liked her favorite song
Please play this CD  for the time you recall
To make you remember on the day that we met
The music pulsated into the night

Embarrassed she cried and she held him so tight
Forgive me, my dear, I now see the light
The music continued and he honored her lips

© Ralph Sergi June 9, 2018
*created with my poetry group

The Rapture of Death

The Rapture of this Life

To recall youth’s control on life

My age was budding as a rose

I played the rogue devoid of strife

Explored the world and love as well

And dallied with the lady Death


My world will be a vacuum soon

Though suffering with baited breath

Death has never been amiss

As I plunge into this deep abyss

My soul has risen from the depths

The rapture of this life is new

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Preparing a Salad

Preparing A Salad

Often we would have dilly-dallied,
While we were preparing a salad;
Made it  mellow,
With much jello;
Menu now old and no longer valid.

Jim Horn

The Beach Ballet

In a distant land many miles away
Lived a hermit who dilly dallied all through the day
When it came time for slumber
He resorted to counting numbers
Of young lasses showing asses part of the beach ballet

Red Riding Hood

She dallied by the garden gate
and wondered if she should
continue on her journey or
return to get her hood.

The excursion to grandma's house
without proper protection
could cause a potpourri of woes,
a cold or an infection. 

Little did she know how much
her hood kept her defended, 
without it she was at a loss,
her life could well be ended.

The big bad wolf came out in force
and caused a chain reaction,
But with the headgear now intact
she dodged the interaction!

Distant Eyes

Dissolving
the crowd,
distant eyes dallied
Breathing slowed; hearts quickened ~
Chemistry!

Jack the Lad

His mother told him, watch out
many a lass you will meet
with some you will dally
share a kiss or two, 

some you will bed
but take care, for a lass
that's too easy is not to be wed
this advice he took to heart

with many a lass he dallied
most to his bed he took
'til one day he fell in love
with a lass called Jill

on bended knee he asked her
will you please wed me
oh no she said no never
my mother warned me of studs like you

she told me, bed them, don't wed them
for a stud he will always be

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