Serpents, scorpions, owls,
Swingers, stingers, wise old gals,
Dogs, bones, bow wow wows,
Paws, purrs, cat's meows.
Canines, felines, feral creatures,
Headlines, deadlines, double features,
Ping, pong, pink expressions,
Sing, song, apprehensions.
Sows, cows, milk-bag givers,
Scaredy-cats and chicken livers,
Porky pigs and truffle treasures,
Dorky wigs and other pleasures.
Polywogs and rollie pollies,
Gollygogs and holly holies,
Ice cream trucks and cone packers,
Dumb clucks and silly quackers.
Gritty Kitty, kitty litter,
Nitwitty babysitter,
Baby bottles, bubble slumbers,
Rubber baby buggy bumpers.
All around are funny creatures,
Rabbit Ears and bunny features,
Serpents, scorpions, and owls,
Trick-or-treaters call them pals.
you, me, she and she
love is us, the four of us,
you, me, she and she.
it is the way we bust out
in spontaneous dance moves
in the middle of our living room
when our fam-fave beat comes on
and we turn the stereo way up too loud
and you do your dorky daddy dance for us
because it makes us laugh so hard we have to stop
and wipe our eyes, double over, hold our tummies.
and I show off old moves because I have rhythm, and
older she does teenaged turns of crazy control
while younger she is a nine-year-old free for all,
four smiley faces dancing in our circle
lost in the beat of the song, the
beating of our one heart.
life is us, the four of us.
you and me, she and she.
If asked to define the word “dorky”
I guess I'd describe it like this
Wearing stripes and checks together
A sight you surely can't miss
I'm not the ultimate style leader
But at least I do have some taste
Aside from an occasional style faux pas
At times when I dress in haste
Never be seen in horn rimmed glasses
An extreme example of dorkyness
White Adidas with black knee high socks
Now that's really hard to digest
When mom gets really behind in her chores
Hasn't washed my coordinate attire
Forced to wear stuff a little bit dorky
Not something to which I aspire
If asked to define the word “dorky”
Usually try to describe it like this
Stripes, checks and horn rimmed glasses
An example of ignorant bliss
We used to hold hands in public all the time,
not so much now.
You sometimes try holding my hand
out in the open.
I feel dorky with your hand in mine – sorry.
I hate the thought that those that pass-by
see us as two cute oldies.
Cute was never the self-image I saw in my future.
I thought I would be forever a tough-nut,
keeping my cocksure swagger well oiled,
not this,
not downcast and grumbling like this.
Sand flows much too quickly in that goldarn hour glass
I'm no spring chicken, but I'll have to take a pass
If a guy thinks he rocks
Wearing fuzzy socks and crocs
That nerdy look is just too dorky for this lass
I've had lots of men flirt with me throughout the years
But one dressed like that and I'd be laughing with tears
He'd make an impression
And from my expression
He'd be very embarrassed by guffawing jeers
There's a rumor about Batman going around
When he saw Robin wearing socks and crocs in town
He swatted him with a "ZONK!"
"Why are ya dressed like a punk?"
"Take those hideous things off or you're going down!!"
I've always admired a man who has self respect
One who dresses with class and style, I'd not reject
I'd call him a silver fox
In well-shined shoes, he walks
But in fuzzy socks and crocs, he'd look train wrecked!
Guys, if you want a lady's provocative glance
Invite her to dinner and then share a slow dance
But remember that your shoes
Will give her the helpful clues
She requires to let your flirting lead to romance
June 10th, 2021
Fuzzy Socks and Crocs Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
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Petite five-pound Yorkie;
mother nature is full of small surprises, he's
scant dorky.
Mind of his own,
always so hungry, gnaws on his
dull bone.
Wind howls,
Tator, my whizz,
growls.
I wish my small Yorkie
could talk, instead, demands with his
growls.
4/11/2021
Poetry Contest: A Pet Minichu
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
6-12-3 ......4-8-2..... 2-4-1..... 6-8-1
6-12-3 ......4-8-2..... 2-4-1..... 6-8-1-
aba cbc dAd …. a,b,d third line
Minichu format: Total 12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each)
Rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD.
4th stanza consists of repeat of: 1st line of stanza 1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza
3. Syllable count : Stanza 1: 6,12,3, Stanza 2: 4,8,2, Stanza 3: 2,4,1, Stanza 4: 6,8,1
I just realised
I never said goodbye
I never thought
About you again
Never did you cross my mind
Just gone
Like a thought
Caught on that wind
What brought you back
Back to the fore
Richard Clapton
He came on the radio
It was like
You whispered to me
Way back from the 70’s
How nostalgic
How dorky
I had to laugh
At you
To start
Then when
I thought more
I wanted to cry
How the world was worth fighting for
Back then
How we use to live
In the lucky country
Everything was further away
Further still today
Everything has changed
But
Nothing has changed
Except
Whether it’s worth
Still fighting for
I wish
I wish I could go back
And just sit with you
Talk about anything
Anything you want
Maybe sow seeds
That would stop you
Doing all those dumb things
Sow seeds of courage
So, they might make you
Do the right things
Just put my arm around you
Around your shoulders
And tell you
Just to love yourself
That can’t happen
I know
Once you left
You just kept going
Like you were running
You never looked back
At
Myself
In the 70’s
He was the most basal, nasal
Bottom slowest, lowest
relative in their family, Jess Mamily.
They were fearful and tearful,
When his parents brought him to Sunion Reuion
He was dorky, dinky, odd, a clod.
Don’t play with him, said the Suion cousins, there were dozens.
So he sat alone, writing a story, penning a poem, a friendless gnome.
His penning paid off, he wrote a killer of a best seller.
He made two hundred thousand, maybe a few dollars more.
For the Jess Mamily the public knew was adored by the ten score.
The cousins began to knock on his notoriously famous door.
But he did not open it, remembering their mistreatment of him.
A Sunion Relative, but shunned no more.
On the Mamily size, Jesse had an always sweet cousin, Jim.
Not thirty four, not even a dozen, only Jesse and him.
This cousin was embraced by him and he shared his wealth.
Their friendship firm, both happy with monetary health.
A banana is the fruit of choice
for monkeys in the trees
Ben's girlfriend got the message
and put it 'tween her door-keys
We used to hold hands in public all the time,
not so much now.
You sometimes try holding my hand
out in the open.
I feel dorky with your hand in mine – sorry.
I hate the thought that those that pass-by
see us as two cute oldies.
Cute was never the self-image I saw in my future.
I thought I would be forever a tough-nut,
keeping my cocksure swagger well oiled,
not this,
not downcast and grumbling like this.
When we are not overlooked
I try to grab your hand.
You step aside turning your head away,
and I am sorry,
knowing this and understanding why.
When I can, I try to find time to write?
My days are very busy with an eight-
Month-old boy and a small Yorkie.
Before the day is done, I feel kind of dorky.
I start my day walking the dog, feeding the baby, cleaning, cooking,
And a full-time playmate to this little boy; to him I am his toy.
Having almost no time, even when the cuckoo clock chimes,
I lie down and rest while he sleeps,
or I will feel crappy; I have to refresh myself.
Reading is one of my pass-times, now all of my books are on a shelf.
On a warm day, I put him and the dog in the stroller,
Like a good little soldier.
I walk them down to the park with my feet achy
And sit under a dawn redwood tree.
The dog runs around,
While baby and I enjoy the cool spring
Breeze as it teases with its coolness
And plays with the baby's hair with its kindness
Tousling it around. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath
In, like water running over his head while taking a bath.
I feel glad, but also mad, and sad,
I should have brought my pencil and writing pad.
7/6/2019
Shady as gravy and lumpy like dumplings, deposits of fat lodging up in my tummy
Come for me now I'm hungry and stumbling and weak so becoming unseen something's rumbling inside of my stomach it's grumbling complaining saying someone run over come feed me some tasty foods someone save me I'm clutching this button the button of strangness I am my own country and clumsy and lazy so moving perfunctory inside of my island this England I wish I could run and be drunk up in
Ireland and lucky like clovers with four leaves I'm sober and over apparently dorky the loner poet rolling my eyes
Shady like gravy the whole of my life
Dorky
Geeky
Stinky
Sneaky
My school friends were dorky, geeky, game
but they were quite stinky, sneaky, lame.
2,2,2,2,9,9.
1/19/2018
Contest write me a Tyburn
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues.
8/4/17
Never once was it all hunky-dory
Let me tell you my story
Grew up in rural territory
I went around and through terrain that was thorny
Whether or not the weather was clear or stormy
It quickly became gory
For those that called me dorky
And said my lyrics were corny
Because I was after much more than money, wisdom, and glory
I've seen my fair share of Rick and Morty
Spent a lot of time in a laboratory
And less near a quarry
Had a cat that was a tortie
Haven't yet had a corgi
Or Forgis
Pockets were looking slim or porky
Put down another forty
Meanwhile myself and shorty
Started getting horny
Telling me about how much she adores me
The color of the river is navy blue
The rivers current motion is so wavy
The wavy river sinks my feet in deeply
My feet which touch the sand gently
Swimming outwards towards the river is risky
Swimming outwards towards the river I see a fishy
The fishies are swimming around me somewhat crazy
This crazy feeling makes me feel dorky
The sand which rubs against my feet feels quite bubbly
The wetness of the sand is so muddy
The mud which sticks on my feet feels yucky
The yuckiness within my feet feels so mucky
The stickiness within my feet makes me feel icky
I need a lot of water to take the sand off me
When I stare at the river, I see a duck lonely
I think the other duckies see it as an ugly ducky
This ugly ducky is not a rubber ducky
I see the ugly ducky as a cutie
That cutie ducky is so lucky
Thank goodness that lucky ducky has me
All those other duckies are so unlucky
When my mommy saw me holding the ducky
The ducky took off in a hurry
The poor ducky took off feeling kinda panicky
That's the panicky feeling I get when she calls me
My mommy lovely wants me in a jiffy
That's the lovely moment I feel kinda frisky
That frisky moment makes me acutely
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