Walking alone on the beaches, I caught
images of "my kids", their dead ringers.
Missing their hugs and kisses. Diddlysquat!
I long for stepped-on toes, sticky fingers.
My winters in Florida are really not so very hot.
May 04, 2011, Reason A. Poteet
Categories:
diddlysquat, vacation,
Form: Grook
A Jim-Jam Mickey-Mouse Poem
I think that you might never see
A poem as weird as this might be
For I’ll use luscious words
That otherwise might sound absurd
This poem may turn out silly-sally
Or even a bit dillydally
In hindsight this whole kit and caboodle
May come across as dipsy-doodle
I’ll find a rhyme for titillated
That’s quintessentially outdated
I might include a foxy lady
But not written like my friend Slim Shady
So there won’t be some randy blowhard
Gender-bender sleaze-ball retard
No hooligan with gizmo manikin
No easy rider glissade shenanigan
No penny pincher prude nitpicker
And of course no cowboy old ****-kicker
And I would be recalcitrant
If I were to use this poem to rant
Though I know at times I vacillate
I shan’t lambaste this tete-a-tete
I haven’t worked in balderdash
Bloke or codger or mish-mash
No Tallulah, no Colleen
No rambunctious Charlie Sheen
And there’s no dubious diddlysquat
But that’s abso-bloody–lutely all I’ve got
Mdailey 3/30/12
Categories:
diddlysquat, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme
Fresh faces open all about you
Dynamite feelings through
Time leads to another dimension
I wish it could all be true
There could be an army extension
To battle your empty convention
Where life interferes with peace too
And where the mace leaves contusions
I want to know diddlysquat about you
For you have brought nothing but adieu
Maybe you could bring me someone
That can fill the void by falling through
What does time have to do with anyone
But our feelings deep inside everyone
War can be hell, just let bygones be bygones
And being by myself, I go about it alone
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "For Love of Language"
3/21/2012
Categories:
diddlysquat, life, feelings,
Form: Quatrain
I have lots of personal memories
They mean very much to me
But to you diddlysquat
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "For Love of Language"
3/20/2012
Categories:
diddlysquat, life,
Form: Kimo