orange cock of the rock
south american dandy
wooing females
He was a dandy, a coxcomb, a fop.
Fashionable without one inch of slop.
But when undressed
was not caressed
Genital area horrible mop
He dresses with passion
This leader in fashion
And stands out from all of the rest
But twenty years on
When his waistline has gone
He’ll shudder at how he once dressed
14 February 2022
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
For Contest: Bite sized poem number 36
A man who isn't handy
is not necessarily a dandy
If in trying times he's there
What matter he can't fix a chair
Jerry, a jim-dandy jezebel in a jerkwater town,
Jiggled her jangles, joking her jubilant ways up and down.
Juicily Junoesque and jocular, Jerry jawed with the best.
Such jiggery-pokery was soon put to this jerky town’s test.
Jailbirds jammed the sidewalks to see Jerry walk by.
Her jabberwocky jabbering gave them a reason to sigh.
A jaunty jokester with joyous absolute joviality,
Jerry was accepted as the jubilant jezebel of this locality.
I am dandelion
in a world of weed killers
colour of sunshine
yet despised for being me
with one's seed so prolific
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Cousin of the daisy, and born on summer's breeze,
It becomes a bright seedling of pale, green leaves.
In sunshine, it grows, as its edges become jagged,
Like a shooting star whose course goes zig-zagged!
Maturity brings longer leaves that spread around,
And milky roots that sink deeply into the ground.
When by some mystery calendar, at uncertain hour,
A lovely, yellow bloom captures you in its power!
The flower at last becomes a small, brown fruit,
For another generation is in summertime pursuit;
And the pappus disperses new seeds to the breeze,
To grow in foreign meadows and sunlit valleys!
the boring dandy
the core like the horn corner
the plastic colors
Carpenter Handy Dandy Livin With His Mommy
There's a man named Handy Dandy
Wore corduroy pajamies
His mom loved him sadly
For he was a 47 year old carpenter
He still lived with her
Still fixing every single floorboard
Handy Dandy is a good boy
A mother's joy
10/28/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
The Dandy
Why tug and pull and wrench the beauty out
And leave a hole wherein she sat
When her crowning glory has a sunny glow
Closely cropped above her shape
With slender form that’s cloaked in green
From which her spiky limbs stand proud
Now thrown upon a united pile
Forlorn and shriveled, bent, unkempt
Exuding milky fluid from her damaged body
Her foes delight in her agone and gloat
No more the endless anchor that roots her to the spot
She joins the multitude of fading family
Whose ancient cures from way before
Fixed ills and made life better
A sun seeker removed from Eden
The childhood clock amid the meadows
That tells the world it’s time to go
Walking along the way
Dandy spotted an old friend
Ignorant enough to believe
Relationships never end
He said, "Hi!"
Sally and her husband diverted
Trying to quickly move along
But Dandy followed, in concern
Sensing something had gone wrong
Just as they thought they were clear
A tap on Sally's shoulder brought great fear
.....in one dreadful moment
Face to face with Dandy, they were
Not moving out of the interaction
Like continuing to eat
In spite of bowel impaction
Then, he spoke...
"I didn't know if you heard me
I just had to come say hello
I'm delivered, healed, and whole
Just wanted to let you know
....the new me"
"Truly, Dandy, we are in such a hurry
So many commitments, gotta go"
Quickly, they entered into a sprint
Followed by a "Good to see ya...though."
Dandy's heart was crushed
By stampeding elephants...going nowhere
No matter how much better one is
The pretentious will not be moved to care
...about Dandy.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-06-2018
Note: Ugh! So incredibly frustrated, and this is the first poem. I'm sure there will be two more before I get the the core of the problem.
A dandy I’m not, although I’m named Beau
Waiting to date you, I’m end of the queue.
Believe me I ain’t
A devil or saint
But gladly I’ll be both versions for you.
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the weaken dude winks
one eye covered by a straw
other one by chip
looseness the bowels
analogy poems words
all allegory
there, a red bear left
fit-run poetics board here
the right dandy wink
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