Opaqueness transcends past despairs mainstream,
Brando wouldst cry whence heart parts, my desire,
Wit or witout, parleys saved, reigned supreme,
Self-secured, needless watch, aloof—steel beam,
Perch in want, puffed huffed girth lurks torment’s dire,
Opaqueness transcends past despairs mainstream,
Purpled robs thee of thy true color scheme,
Gray’s an area, right or wrong, prior,
Wit or witout, parleys saved, reigned supreme,
Budgie’s tales of my gamut’s length, extreme,
Dicky-bird, thou art my wordless flyer,
Opaqueness transcends past despairs mainstream,
Ne’er will the pair meet, sums nature’s pipe dream,
Empty nestles remembrances retire,
Wit or witout, parleys saved, reigned supreme,
Decisions abandon ruse quips redeem,
Eager claimed as death mounts, lingers satire,
Opaqueness transcends past despairs mainstream,
Wit or witout, parleys saved, reigned supreme.
The picture on the parlor wall captures
A frozen memento of lives lived long ago.
With all its creatures, scenes and features,
Arrayed like animals, in a parade on show.
Dicky bird smiles enticed with cheese,
A mother’s grin, a father’s stern gaze,
Children rebellious, shuffling with unease,
Eyes fixed and staring, to stop the blink strays.
Within its frame, the past forever stays,
An image contrived to hide the blots and blights
Of fall-outs, feuds and fights of bygone days.
All briefly subdued in soft forgiving lights.
Oh, I wish the picture hung on parlor wall,
Captured in truth what was, with warts and all!
Not Ike, JFK, or Lyndon B.
Tricky Dicky, Gerald or Jimmy C
Ronald, HW, or Hillbilly Bill
“W”, Barack, Trump, and Biden still
Yet, I keep voting and hoping that somebody will
Parody of Sixteen Going on Seventeen Reprise from the sound of music
I am sixty going on seventy
I’ve got a dicky heart
Surgeon’s been kind and relieved my mind
My ticker he can restart
But I wonder, should the worst happen
Will my life be the same
Energy low ,lost my libido
It’s driving me quite insane
Unfit to make love to my wife
Bereft of all my vim
Unless I brave the surgeon’s knife
Our future’s looking grim
Heart disease is now my enemy
I hope I will pull through
I am sixty if I reach seventy
I’ll need a pill of blue
Just give me a pill of blue
The Tune Of - - - Musicals - - - Part One Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
11/20/21
A Chinaman named Dicky Yee -- Long E
-- so tiny they call him Short E
A scampish little rascal was he.
Dancing truth on the silver sea.
Collecting nickels for his fee.
Slapping his tummy at the baby’s knee.
Singing loudly with yellow chickadee.
Using phrases like wanna-bee.
Living in sin was the key.
We called him little Dicky Dee.
Lived every single second with glee.
Was a friend to all you see.
Lived to be a ripe ninety-three.
What better scamp could ever be?
Wishing Well
Sleep sweet Mary sleep
It'll be okay in the morning
Sleep little Dicky sleep
we can fix it all tomorrow
And we'll picnic by the cuckoo's nest
Shell hard boiled eggs in sun
Then once around the wishing well
before we all head home
Thread carefully the thistles deep
puff dandelion seeds along
With tired feet and sleepy heads
before we head on home
Richard Nixon was the president’s name
It was Watergate that brought him shame
They wanted to impeach him, the F.B.I.
But he resigned before they could try.
Written 21st of March 2019
Celebrity or famous person clerihew contest.
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin.
Mine I know, yours I’m liking all the more
Mine likes chasing birds, yours likes a little dicky too
Mine likes playing with bunnies, yours is partial to a rabbit too
Mine likes being stroked, yours does too
Mine is all furry, yours was once too
Mine purrs away, yours lovingly murmurs along
Too much pussy I know
All a little bit catty but it’ll have to do
Say hello to Florence the pussy cat
Darling, do you name yours too?
I was qualified in middle eastern history,
which was a waste at the chemist it seemed to me,
however, I saw an advert to become a spy,
Instead of media, thought that I would give it a try.
I had a light brown colour, useful for blending scenery,
knowledge of languages should make me fit in perfectly;
they asked me tricky-dicky questions - was I C - of - E,
I said that I was whatever they wanted me to be.
Soon, I was monitoring 'traffic,' to and fro from Syria,
Yemen, Afghanistan, Iraq, Tunisia, Luton and Algeria;
Forget the romance - no time to look at my ornaments,
even missing tv - 'Holby City' and 'Eastenders' instalments.
One day I woke up and thought that I was dead,
moments later, I felt a cold steel at the back of my head.
Ticky Bicky Boo
Licky Mickey Moo
I'm in love with you
Little Tsuki Tsu.
Chicky Dicky Doo
Ricky Nicky Nu
Close your lips with glue
Kiss a kangaroo.
Tricky Picky Poo
Quicky Hicky Hoo
I'll practice Wu Shu
By a shady yew.
Wicky Kicky Ku
Yucky Sticky Stew
Visiting the zoo
Painting chickens blue.
I framed your silhouette
snapped from shadow
captured when I feigned
a photograph of your profile
in bright sunlight
with white wall behind.
I wanted an outline of you
in sharp contrast relief,
so my mind could fill in
all the details from memory
- a changing slide-show
of images flipped through,
So much more revealing
of how much I love you
than an album
full of snap-shots frozen
- with smiles for the dicky bird,
lips pursed in faked poses.
~A Very Important Question~
To all the clever clogs out there, and I know there are some
It’s only cos I’m jealous because I am not one of them
I know how to split an atom, and make a clock run on a lemon
I know how to change a heater on a hot tub, cos I have just done one
I know what to plant in an acid garden that will gives its best bloom
I know the time to plant it and I know when it’s too soon
But when my little nephew asked a question while talking to me
It was a question I was stuck on and it’s “do the dicky birds wee?”
Well I thought about it for a while and pondered on this question
And all the bird poop lying around I could not make a decision on
So to all of you that know the answer, please will you tell me
When a bird is having a craps on us, is it also having a wee?
©GG 1/09/2012
There was a pilot called bush
Who flew by the seat of his tush,
His job was so tricky
That he listened to dicky
And silenced his critics with shush!
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