Where in night, down in day
Clutching one's clay clogged face
Dilly-dallying ditzy dances
Dull, dampened waltz swimming with a drunken sway
Methodical movement of the ditz's drunken daze
Dazed dolphins dance down gutteral gin and toneless tonic omissions
Wringing ring wrung fingers, for the ditz's sherry glass gaze
Caught crooning whispers within the careless candid spotlight
Spickle spittle dawned the dolphin's dance, dominance'n drivel
Deigned to sway within a drug infused haze.
Spluttering with the need of stitches, as burly bone ingrowths
Dappered the damper desolate surface
To drag the ditz's measly hip dips, from the four-lipped, two-tipped,
Derailing and de-tailing,
dolphin intrusion.
7//10//2025
dilly dallying danny deliberately defies
daughter dinahs deliberations
denise does donuts during danny’s debate
roaring, rearing, ready rusty ruminations
rarely recognizable, really riling up dinah’s
dander.
after much dilly dallying
olive branch is proffered
mind analyses
looking for a motive
heart embraces
knowing only love
nonchalance
smiles and yawns
consciousness triangulates
all aspects of its awareness
mode and mood celebratory
Is our love a dance macabre?
A dilly dallying with death?
Or a mystic encounter of unabated love?
Will it last? Will it end?
So many questions left unanswered,
So many uncertainties attested,
All cumulative in a death wish
As emotions run devilishly amok.
My soul screams with this unpredictability,
Its echoes rampage through my veins,
As bubbling blood courses through
Twisted arteries, through havoc and chaos.
Is it the folly of chained love?
The unearthly silence of togetherness?
My lips pronounce your name but no one answers.
I realize my questions will never be answered.
Our togetherness is but a charade,
Shadows dancing in a moonless night.
Your allure is just too much to bear,
I dare keep it no more
So let our ways head into different tracks.
Henceforth I'll dance alone.
A dance macabre.
Pink magnolias sway in drizzling rain,
Sunny marigolds laugh, all bright and gay,
Carnations croon in colourful array,
Laid-back lily droops in lazy disdain,
Ravishing blossoms in cool wind astir,
Sparkling drops of passion softly kissing,
Radiant blooms, sunrays hardly missing,
Faintly falling blobs form a blissful blur,
Dazzling daisy dilly dallying slow,
Lush lilacs look luxuriantly lax,
Saffron daffodils sparkling in smooth stacks,
Charming snowdrops nod in snuggling shadow,
Dancing buds, a visual distraction,
With wispy fragrance in Aurora's chill,
Such mystic ambiance in background still,
Calls for avid floral satisfaction.
9th January 2023
Sister,
Hurry. Hurry.
Stop dilly-dallying,
The ice-cream truck is coming round.
If we don't hurry up it'll have a crowd.
Another scorching humid summer day.
How I'd fancy this afternoon
A dish of ice-cream topped
With strawberries,
Sister
7/12/2022
A rictameter is a nine line poetry form with a 2 4 6 8 10 8 6 4 2 syllable count and where the first and the last lines keep repeating,
I keep dilly-dallying to compose
my very own debut book!!
The more I read, seems all
the cool plots are already took!
well made up as she knew
looking sexy in shredded jeans
dilly dallying round high street
giving the eye to men
who all knew she was not worth it
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" while he sniffs the clover
which he thinks is his other name besides the real one Rover.
8-22-17
You take your dog out for a walk,
you see your neighbor, stop and talk-
Your puppy goes doo-doo on the lawn,
and you just stand there and yawn.
It’s like..”PICK THAT UP!” that’s so rude!
Maybe your dog ate too much food?
When your puppy makes a mess clean it up,
he doesn’t know any better, he’s just a pup.
I smell a scent of something crude,
and it may cause a friendly feud-
Why do you have body odor that reeks?
Wear some deodorant, your sweat leaks!
Is it in the cultural food that you eat?
Maybe you should stick to wheat?
Hmmm…I wonder if you even know,
that when you’re near, I wish to go.
You’re in the fast lane, get on over please!
This annyoing driver is too at ease.
I’m in a darn rush, can’t you see?
Get out of the fast lane, I’ve somewhere to be!
Dilly dallying, slow as a snail,
so I roll down the window and start to wail-
I can’t stand these people who drive too slow,
then your car breaks down and needs a tow.
These annoying things just seem so wrong,
I’d write twenty more, but this poem's too long-
Why can’t everyone be more like me?
Poopy mess, body odor and slow driving are pesky!
May 19, 2017
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?
In the blink of an eye and remorse far away
Your wavering heart blistered away my loving years
Your verbal pleasantries seem to mock
Your artful facade with a serpentine sting
In the beatific moments your need was me
We spent lucid loving hours spent at comfortable ease
New beginnings became easy with me to shield
You climbed my inherited ladders in splendid guise
I spruced the hearth and kept it warm with crystalline cheer
Your eyes, I fear, I couldn't fathom as I tucked our babes to bed
Now you fumble with your deceitful heart to temper me
When unchartered hours were gambled away with a seductive lass
Trust exploded in my rose quartz heart
When I saw you two cooing by mere accident
Your pitched frequency of dilly dallying
No more resonates with my simplicity
Our winsome fairy tale has ended
And your wilful satiric tale has begun
The charisma of ethereal love is poised on
Drooling actions and not on banal promises
March 31, 2016
Cliche 4- Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Sponsor: Silent One
Episcopalian Even If Italian
When we let leaves fall and hit bottom
Approaching and here is finally autumn
If want something to be highly rated
Must take care of and keep updated.
(Like our parish roster)
For you to find out what it is you need
About your salvation to church stampede
As needs and wants for God increased
And not deceased seek your parish priest.
But what if lost and have not been found
Will be safe and sound with God around
Seek a great sermon with proper texture
Listen to local priest who likes to lecture.
When Christ is He who you should cherish
Plan on attending church at your parish
Rather than being dilly dallying rapscallion
Try to be an Episcopalian even if Italian.
(A few of our parish members just
happen to be so I am starting to see.)
James Smiling Beguiling Horn
Retired Veteran, Eloquent Episcopalian
and write of great poems have been told
even though I am greatly growing old
Poetry Soup, I now confess,
Passing would bring me misery
That thought I surely should repress!
O God, be merciful to me.
Lost place to care, lost place to grow.
Lost friends, which share their poetry.
Around in circles I would go.
O God, be merciful to me.
Without the soup, my heart would cry.
Dilly-dallying, fixed ably
Would cause my life to go awry.
O God, be merciful to me.
My troubled mind would soon regress.
In sadness I would walk grimly.
My thoughts might fall to senselessness.
O God, be merciful to me.
My anguished soul would flood with tears.
My happy thoughts would loose their glee.
Blessed by the soup these many years.
My God, has been merciful to me.
© February 20, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Dilly dallying fumbling about, pitter patter falls the rain outside.
Jovial, my nerves, worn... long patches run up-and down the
carpet floor.
Whack tap, lightening crashes, I cringe hold-my-breath,
my new baby cousin... cries, my-heart... it soars!
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