Dudley Poems - Poems about Dudley

As I was halfway through my flight and half asleep, I began to dream about an elderly gentleman sitting next to me. In the dream, after saying his name was Dudley, he started telling a story about his early life romance and enduring marriage. What amounted to a dream about a dream, Mr. Dudley's story upended my sleep and with...

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BORN ANEW When Spring comes again not the warmth..nor the rain not the yellow ..nor the green not the grass or verdant scene; not the winds or blossom bright not the showers or more daylight; but hearing creation's new birth shouted aloud in sky and earth. Format inspired by a Tim Dudley-Smith hymn...

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There once was a Mounty named Dudley; villain, Snidely Whiplash, was ugly. Dudley would save Nell from Snidely's dark spell, then she and his horse would get snuggly!...

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Dudley Bee, bounced around through the town. Smelling grand, whiskey wet, no regret. Only pissing on the tree. His remorse, buried deep within, codgers bin, his only sin, he never wanted to be. Dudley fast, when he was asked, How did you come to be? answer buried deep within, Wanting gin, Dudley could never see....

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There once was a dude named Dudley By all accounts he was quite ugly As hard as he tried He put makeup on his eyes He still wasn't sweet and sure wasn't cuddly © Jack Ellison 2015...

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Please forget me. Please move on. Don't remember me when you've gone. Loose my number. Loose my Address. You walked her way you know the rest. Now you are gone and I am free. Now a better life I'll see. Please don't come back for me. You are now something I don't need. You are yesterday's news and tomorrow's trash. Thank the dear Lord I don't live in the past. This...

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Dudley, one legged, is not the same man Who taught me, when young, to spin gigs Like calypso songs from a rum glass pouring Is not the same man whose bat hoisted balls Above the starapple tree's purple top and win At cricket like my father's Bonnie Blue flag That no other horse could beat. Dudley has one Leg but he is...

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What made you turned from church Like a derrick through the sky Finding the unintended wall? I did not see the bottle in your parents hand It was a sober home I believe And we shoeless then Longed to walk in your shoes before Perhaps to pass through your grocery story When hunger was pass the zenith of the sun Perhaps enter our own...

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Dudley, how did you bat today? Did you hit the wooden ball with rubber wrapped Over the starapple tree and far away? Did you ride your bicycle past Knoxwood gate Smell the cashew blossom and think of me? Ah Dudley, what did you do today? Did you cut sticks in the coffee orchard And make as old the Calaban? Did you go seven...

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