Doddle Poems | Examples

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Glissando sings ah Swag- Won
Call and Response

Rang dang
giggle ling
doffy dop ah doddle
mixin grooves and tones
gigging on-ah new-dell

Ding dang
can you sang
Giggy got a new won
say ya
say ya
Sweetie whats that is
whisk me
kiss me
sorta like ah
zookie


smiling styling
looking cool and dapper
knowing showing
sangin, sangin
concerted music
chatter
see mi music
groovin all ah-round
it's so lovely
cute and cuddly
beautiful music sounds

Dheeze dheeze
Jingle dheeze
singer sing
that one

Dheeze dheeze
swagga dheeze
dance til the
music's done
please please

Jingle dheeze
singer sing that one
Please please Jingle dheeze
dance til the musics done

The Red Hibiscus

A red hibiscus bloomed 
In the backyard yesterday
Reminding me of my mother 
And things she used to say.  
Like, “Oh, look at that butterfly
And the color of its wings,” and 
“Don’t you just love this time of year,
It’s so uplifting in the Spring!” 
She would doddle ‘round like a queen without a crown
Admiring all the plants and people living,
Seeing deeper than eyes can see 
Rarely taking but always giving.
She loved plants and seeds of every kind 
From azaleas to zinnia flowers,
And talked to them like family and friends
Any day or nighttime hour.  
Daisies, tulips or marigolds
Roses, or chrysanthemums,
She loved them all, Spring, Summer or Fall
In shade or the open sun.
And there were times I was embarrassed 
By her childlike, effervescent ways,
But in retrospect, I’d give anything
To have just one more day.  
Of hearing her voice speak softly 
Like she did when time stood still, 
“I love the red hibiscus, son, and you,
I always will.
   
© Terrell Martin, 12/14/2024

Too Late Cock

Too late Cock, too late, dawn missed.
Your 'cock-a-doddle do' laments in the mist!
For your alarm is set too late to matter,
Too late, to make selfish greed smash and shatter.

In days gone by, humankind once believed,
That common good by proxy could be achieved.
To stop climate change with a united stand.
To end the endless wars that hate fanned.

But when the day dawns it's all for one,
Not one for all that we could become.
The tragedy of the commons always has its sway
And real hope of for change is swept away.

For we always delay what we need to do,
Until its too late, or almost too late to.

CLERIHEW ecphrasis XVIII

Venus,Goddess of Love sans her mascara
central lady in Sandro's' La Primavera'*
Simonetta Vespucci as this supermodel
To Bottecelli close-ups were a doddle

Doddle

You doddle too much 
you think too much for your own good
 getting upset quick

The Baker

In the stillness of morning   while stars still shine,  hints the new dawn

Wakes the baker of pastries    and roosters’    cock-a-doddle-do 

I need more sleep, says the baker   …time for a fresh rooster pie!


5-23-2020
Let the Pens Flow - Sijo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas

Life Is a Press

Jackabob Give a Knob
         Open a dresser
                   Straighten up presser

Mackalong   Sing a Song
          I have to confess
                      Life can be a mess

Mollycoddle  Dig and Doddle
           Rhyming is fun
                      Here in the sun

Goosebumps

In the early morning dawn a garden walker 
shivers, like a rose  upon dew ground  
drops of silence enter neath' a watchful gaze   
as I wonder where the sun is 
I shudder in the none       
inside this secret garden, where I sit still as glass ;

Diddle doddle goes the first bird of morning 
as he aims to please with colors rich and  bright
swiveling and singing
 chirping and gurgling 
I'm smoothed by the sound of his pure  find 
beneath the blush of morning  
God's first rose appears 
to bloom ,inside my heart like sweet perfume. 

Contest Name: Goosebumps 
November 4, 2019

Something New

Yepper-doddle, today I’ll use my own noddle.         
My prized antique frame sustained a despised bust.    
Wanting to show my man the tough dough in my crust,
I found strong glue and told that goo I was nonplussed.    
Next, I grabbed frame, soda and sat on my sofa.
   
Three tries – no prize, so with both eyes quite wide,
I called the glue a boob lube, dumb as a square loop,
and threatened to incise its worthless insides.
I rose, fetched pose and a calming balm libation,
then returned to pestering with less sweltering.

Glue applied, both sides, I made my hands a vice
and, well fries n’ flies, I squeezed degrees of might.
Bullet sweat, my muscles clinched like a barrette,
I pressed longer than tourists eating pullets.
Then when gingerly, tenderly letting go – 

          glue thoroughly, tauntingly offended me - 

son of a bee, ugly as his glue-mom-harlot,
refused to seam my antique frame back to its gleam. 
Past bummed, I stood to sweetly summon my husband,
but my feet stuck to carpet, mucked as a tar pit.






CayCay Jennings
October 16, 2018

Passed

Congratulations you’ve done it!
And with flying colours too.
But then we knew you could do it
We had every faith in you.
Although your nerves were jangling
And your tummy wouldn’t settle,
We knew once you took it to task
You’d conquer that bit of metal.
Emergency stop,turn in the road,
Highway Code a doddle.
And you should be proud of yourself
The examiner didn’t mollycoddle.
Now at last you’re up there
With the favoured rest.
You can throw away the L plates
Now you’ve PASSED your test.....
But just a word of caution;
Before you set off into the blue,
Remember the road’s not a race track
And we’re fond of every bit of you.—
Well now you’ve got the green light,
It’s go ahead,action stations!
Grab the wheel,use your head and your heart,
And once again DRIVER congratulations.




I wrote this for a friend who passed their test.

Doddle- very easy
Mollycoddle- be gentle with

Solitude By the Reverie

Sitting by the beach the lights of yesterday grow dim 
while the calming waves of terranas caress my reverie,  
the hotting sands bequeath their perfect light;   
A lull in time, a moment of grace   
and soon I apprehend it all with none; 

Nature's casting light    
and the deedle doddle of my skin 
beneath the burning sun; 
   
Palm trees breathe and I could swear 
this day was made for me..  

Right here on this beach the world falls away 
and I'm too far to inch recall the boister of my kind 
Befitted for the sea I long for no one else but him
 
Tonight,
they'll be a little wine? a yellow dress? 
a dance mayhap?  Romance?... 

May 29, 2018

The Mentor

We all have one in our lives, someone better than you,
not much to be done about it, in shades of blue,
where did he get the lines from, was it God-given?
Maybe, to keep you in place but how the hell was he driven?

Suddenly there's a change, now I'm better than him,
I want it permanent, not just in the interim;
however, I'm grateful for the role model, it's a doddle,
no looking back, easy, no longer need the mollycoddle.

Thank you Robert, for giving me all of the superlatives,
now I know reasoning, aims and that justice lives;
the best thing is the platform you gave for progression,
and being greater than you is no longer an obsession.

There's a smile forming when I see the students come,
dig out my latin, they just go on and on, ad infinitum.

Money a Cruel Agent 5

A beautiful and sweet girdle
Collecting it is quite doddle
Counting is like a hot fettle
Touching it is a bit brittle.
Let be the Geeta or the Bible,
Let be grapes or pineapple,
Importance of money able
Is not be explainable.
Money can make a castle
Or buy handful cattle
Or can earn a good title
Or can bound to peddle.
All is easily possible
By the mint boodle.
Carry them in a duffle
Or in a golden vessel,
It is going to be a rouble.
So friends value a boodle
And crave for it to chuckle
The taunts of world little.

Money a Cruel Agent 4

The only big struggle
Is for money bristle
Finishes like a bubble
When we see Sin puddle.
Is this so thing doddle?
Actually it is a circle
Vicious; none to fiddle
As it makes one nuzzle
In their cozy castle.
Earlier there was raffle;
Making us quite subtle
In all innate our struggle.
Money’s single ripple
Can conscience straddle
Into treachery subtle.
So dear when see boodle
Don’t forget to whistle;
And flee away with chuckle
From this vicious girdle.

Himani a Helping Hand

Wearing a beautiful girdle
Treating digging a hill a doddle
And still see, remains fettle;
Eats grapes or pineapple,
Of keeping records capable.
Her work unexplainable;
Devotion makes a castle
Removes all sort of cattle
And forms school’s title.
All for her is easily possible;
But doesn’t care boodle.
Carry her things in duffle
Needs things very little.
With her I never chuckle;
Supported me in my brittle.
We never saw her baffle
Always she created a circle
Of good friends with chortle.
Smile always like a gaggle,
Let enemies on you giggle.

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