Woke up this morning
come to find
can’t recall a thing at all
really think I’ve lost my mind
after sleep digging deep
to collect my thoughts
and what I recollect
amounts to naught
insufficient hard drive RAM
my memory is shot
what I remember as best I can
is not a lot it's diddley-squat
it's failing me
old age is what's ailing me
and yet will I forget
such a harsh reminder
of my younger days
when life was so much kinder
but never mind the state of Denmark
between the ears something's rotten
reduced to tears I believe
it's my amnesia I'd forgotten
Categories:
diddley, fun, humorous, me, remember,
Form: Rhyme
Entry for the Golden Age of Music Poetry Contest, sponsored by Oliver McKeithan, March 2025, Second Place.
I dreamed of Johnny Cash last night,
his music spoke to me,
I said I thought that you were dead,
but music lives said he,
but music lives said he.
From Folsom, to Fort Bend,
for every soul behind bars,
he asked if we could say a prayer,
then picked up his guitar,
then picked up his guitar.
He sung to me of Ira Hayes,
words that rung in my ears,
the world of reservations,
with all those rivers of tears,
with all those rivers of tears.
We talked and talked of music,
country, hip hop and blues,
how Bo Diddley and Beyoncé,
can move our blue suede shoes,
can move our blue suede shoes.
I dreamed of Johnny Cash last night
surprised to see him back,
I said I thought that you were dead,
but he was still dressed in black,
but he was still dressed in black.
Categories:
diddley, death, dream, music, native
Form: Ballad
"my heart's keeping a Bo Diddley beat"
looking back at
yesterday now
i've got a back
brace like training
bra in place
and a lumbar
belt round my
waist as i
seem
to be
wasting
away
in
my
old
age
but at the very
least i can
say i can get
out my guitar
and play
just like
yesterday
and do that
hip
shake
thang
Categories:
diddley, color,
Form: Free verse
de diddley diddley diddy
de diddley diddley dee
de diddley dee
diddley dee
diddley diddley dee
Categories:
diddley, cheer up, child, lost,
Form: I do not know?
Dimes drop, records begin to drop
Rhythm to stroll, jivin’ to hip hop
Slow to jitterbug, boogaloo to rock
Twistin’ Chubby and rock around the clock
The Platters sing, you hold her close
Eye to eye, love’s first dose
Beach Boys up next, time to surf
Steppin’ on toes, unmarked turf.
Malted shakes, pie a-la-mode
Checker board floors, tempo has slowed
Roadsters lined up, sweethearts in style
Stompin’ to the beat, no one’s idle
Jail house rock and shake rattle and roll
At the hop, then on to the stroll
Bo Diddley and Chuck Berry’s pickin’
Mack the knife rocks, Rock-in Robin kickin’
‘Ramblin Rose’, and ‘Good golly Miss Moly’
Dion’s ‘Run around Sue’, turn around now with Buddy Holly
Step in to ‘Shimmy shimmy Ko Ko Pop’
More dimes roll, keep rockin’ till you drop
Categories:
diddley, music, nostalgia, remember,
Form: Rhyme
When we get to the ripe old age of 80 plus
Our memory can deceive us without much fuss
Remember diddley squat
Frustrates me a lot
Oh to be young and virile with charm surplus
Categories:
diddley, memory,
Form: Limerick
Hey diddle diddle
We poets that fiddle
With poems that jump over the moon.
But sometimes we blunder
She still claps like thunder
And soon we are smiling a tune.
Like little Miss Muffet,
Laurie Ginn on her tuffet
Brings smiles with each comment she's made
Collecting her wits,
With humorous bits
Jay Leno would gladly have paid
To have her write jokes
And cheer all the folks
Who stay up by light of the moon
Even little dogs laugh,
While the rest of us grin
You're a darling, we love you! ... Ms Ginn
Categories:
diddley, friendship, funnyhumorous,
Form: Rhyme