Dally Poems - Poems about Dally

Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine Cause me to choke on putrid saliva. Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison. Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs. Freshly budding peonies liquefy; Veils thin, evaporating the...

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Focus on the good Never sways on the bad side Never compromise....

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When I saw Dilly dally I thought, "Oh no, this kid's got to rally! Cuz if he loses this race, it'll be a total disgrace, cuz this race was right up his alley. ...

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nothing spoils this surface view ~ see me crave attention, gift empty touch tonal mask veils flaws and vices face alter ego and kneel to feed the shallow shadow that circles ~ around gossamer tears of the grieving moon, as silenced streaks of tongue-twisted lines, undress a puddle of poisoned stars pull force imperceptible,...

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The Dancing Plague of 1518: Collaboration with Dilly Dally A plague cursed, until death they dance Until forever lasts this plight Moving hypnotic deep in trance Onlookers revel at the sight From days to weeks, from dawn til' night Hysteria spread the expanse Collapse in exhaust by firelight A plague cursed, until death they dance Can I dance myself free perchance Repent and be rid...

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Taking a stroll, silently tip-toe Talking to strangers, tangential existence Strangled for talk, struggled to speak Straight for the taking, tangible change Take a short cut, time stands still Transformed the scenery, terraformed set Shouts from the tomb, post-existential speech Scanning the transcript, searching for truth...

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The mechanics of the clock The stutter of the ticks and tocks The cogs eternally clenching teeth Singing songs from underneath The changing features of the clock face Each hand steadfast in its place Pendulum swinging, sounds like a knock Who's there? I ask. Tick-tock-tick-tock....

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Dilly dally In the eye of the storm As the winds rush by The reverse being true As my outside calm Hides my reeling core Not so much Hidden Anymore...

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The base word “dally,” from old French used to mean to chat idly. dilly-dally of dandelions - seeds on fire, blown downward. inspire molten icing— erupting, disrupting the perfect garden of peace. dilly-dally, those tongues wagging like puppy tails. such excitement, seems friendly, enticing— ...

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I am in a Spring time silly dilly dally mood. Loving my swaying green grass, and well-earned solitude. I am a daffodil, and this is how we are made. We love the sun, not thriving at all in the dark shade. The thorns on the rose bush are truly upset with me. They are angry and mean and ugly as...

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I'd let my lab outside to do his numbers him acting like a sleuth cool as a cucumber with me on a schedule I'd be checking the time him dilly dallying like it was no crime, Sniffing every single bush, tree and blade of grass me trying to be patient and not too crass finally saying "would ya hurry it up"...

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He dabbles in this, dips his toes in that Dithering with daubs, splattering dollops and spatters Dilly-dallying, loitering lazily lackadaisical Unable or unwilling to commit. Half-hearted efforts lie half-baked, unfinished Laying listless, languidly lolling and littering. It's so annoying to see time wasted and fortuity fraught But what can anyone watching do?...

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did dilly dally what should I soon do after all I have been through of more than a few former or latter it really makes no matter clouds seem to scatter when our politics are random like pickup sticks full of many tricks the grand finale' when toll will take its tally did dilly dally...

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It's another Monday One seventh of your life It's the second month of the year at least six to go before you can earn it all (Or most of it) On the seventh day God rested Hopefully He hasn't since I wish He'd rested on the sixth too (We'd have weekends off) You can downplay religion if you want to But I'm so grateful for...

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