Long Dabba Poems
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Our Nordic God run roughshod by the cynics
Mimics all those skeptics & pundits in pulpits
Sod odd bod critics clinics their unfair optics
Hysterics but Bazball clerics are not yet relics
Despite batting lapse alright collapse specifics
The insult not horrific result of cult’s gimmicks
Got it wrong will still sing same mesmeric song lyrics
Twits witticisms & criticisms taken a toll…troll gits
Shaken has Bazball forsaken its soul..drole misfits
No more stealth or self control just abysmal skits
Dismal death roll rigmarole gambits whole Bazball in bits?
On the dole or run rate wealth in rude health call it quits
Flits their way to play their flair hits as prole media spits
Grandstand Baz Ben stable fable big band brand label fits
Aussies canned.. gawking Larrikin ti*s balking..its the pits
Goal corking victory at the Gabba hoodoo fortress venue
Folks blabber talking of Stokes blokes stalking voodoo
Oz jibber jabber fibber distress as we made history..phew
Yes JuJu mystery temptress played express Yabba Dabba Doo!
Form:
A window of opportunity, arose on planet earth,
Reality is revealed, human intelligence gives birth,
Our mind opens possibilities, but questions coincide,
Trying to find answers, demise we might just avoid.
We search on a grand scale, yet also the minute,
Build machines to crunch numbers, do you compute,
Our weapons are terrifying, emulating the sun,
Split atoms by fission, then in fusion become one.
Most powerful race, known universe has ever seen,
Cannot be stopped replicating our own dreams,
Fairytales and fantasy, are no longer out of reach,
Genius; the ability to move mountains, not a niche.
Ok stop throwing bouquets, this all comes at a cost,
My poem’s allegory, it’s about truth more than loss,
I always try bring balance, but afraid not this time,
We have redeeming qualities, some actually sublime.
Our technology’s incredible, everything being said,
In the near future, we’ll be cloning off our dead,
I mean can’t you see, sky was never set as a limit,
Cosmos; is our playground, not the overhead zenith.
Show me one country, devoid of all corruption,
Our human nature, causes hell and destruction,
Without these innate traits, where would we be,
I’ll give it to you straight, still swinging from trees.
We are what we are, there’s simply no other way,
Call me controversial, for this picture I portray,
The device your looking at, that thing with a chip,
Don’t be so naive, it was harvested by the whip.
Sitting on our sofas, musing rainbows and clouds,
Whilst this pretty world, is built behind a shroud,
Not here condemning you, condoning to be exact,
You earned the privilege, I’m simply stating facts.
So like it or not, existentially we’re all complicit,
Don’t care who you are, or what emotions I elicit,
Unless in a cave, living off lichen and insects,
Yabba Dabba Do! Mr Flintstone, pay my respects.
By
David Kavanagh.
The snowman stood where snowmen stand,
Where pure white snow now hides the land.
Children’s hands conceived his birth,
From winter’s blanket on the earth.
The children played till day was done,
With their new snowman, they had fun.
But when night fell they all went home,
And left poor snowman on his own.
The snowman thought, ‘Oh what the hell’,
I’d better use the snowman spell,
So I can sing and dance and talk,
And leave this place to take a walk.
So “Abba Dabba Dabba Doo!”,
He came to life like me or you.
He danced for joy and sung a song,
Then ran about the whole night long.
At dawn he found he’d lost his way.
But snowman law said he should stay,
Where he’d been built when morning came,
Or things could never be the same.
There was, alas, naught he could do,
Quite lost and cold and wet right through.
He knew the punishment he feared,
And right on queue his boss appeared.
The snowman god from artic realms,
Passed judgment on all misused spells.
Justice was harsh and swift as well,
The dreaded ‘mankind maker’ spell.
So our poor snowman’s now like us,
He’ll have to learn to swear and cuss.
To live a lifetime on this earth,
Not happy, joyful, snowman mirth.
So take a tip from those who know,
When standing lonely in the snow.
When lost and cold and wet right through.
Don’t wish for things you should not do.
For if your god appears on earth,
To judge your actions from your birth.
There’s nowhere else for you to go,
To keep you warm…except below!
Ivor G Davies
Here we go again -
another crazy form to try - this time
a 'Yabba Dabba Do' or so it's called.
The jury's out; I can't say I'm enthralled.
I've not made a connection to the rhyme
or figured out how best with such a silly form to dabble.
I guess it truly is no more absurd
than having wooly mammoths pumping gas,
or dinosaurs and humans there en masse,
or roasting pterodactyls like they're birds.
Wilma, Fred, Barney and Betty, relegated to the past;
methinks this jab will do the same, and will be my first and last.
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Probably ought to give it a better shot, but this one is a 'Yabba Dabba Do'
12 lines: xabba xcddc ee, with 5/10/10/10/10 15/10/10/10/10 15/15
The form description at poet's collective was not that clear -
repeated the abba in the pattern, but then the example did not
“Chickery Chick Cha-la Cha-la”
Was a happy little ditty
From days gone by, my how time flies
Those words were warm and witty
“Lamsey dotes and dosey doats”
Brings back those days of yore
When life was fun in the morning sun
And you couldn't ask for more
“Skimmery rinky dinky dink”
Is another masterpiece
Jimmy Durante sang the words
To this clever little treat
“Abba dabba dabba dabba”
A chimp was heard to say
I still remember Debbie singing
In a most delightful way
So when you're down and things ain't right
Just whistle these happy tunes
You'll soon perk up you'll smile and say
“Life is a big cartoon”
©Jack Ellison 2012
Jabba the Hutt has a spur up his butt
that makes him as mean as a wasp
If you stop for a look, at that glutton of glop,
his looks will not help him a lot!
His rotten demeaner, gave Vadar the radar,
to hide out in deep outer-space
Hutt's face and his figure could fracture a mirror
...and the glass of a whole universe!
There are millions of creatures, with much better features,
that Jabba can never embrace!
Jabba is gruesome, a big gooey nuisance!
He looks like a big wad of gum!
He grossed out Chewbacca.......
who likes his tobacco,.....(this may be a slip of a tongue)....,
But... a wad of his chew, missed the spittoon,
and hit Jabba, in his hut, with a zoom !
To view this unsightly, gruesome character:
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For P.D.'s Star Wars Contest:
By Carrie Richards 8/27/13
Star Wars Rules !
“Chickery Chick Cha-la Cha-la”
Was a happy little ditty
From days gone by, my how time flies
Those words were warm and witty
“Lamsey doats and dosey doats”
Brings back those days of yore
When life was fun in the morning sun
Who could ask for anything more
“Skimmery rinky dinky dink”
Is another masterpiece
Jimmy Durante sang the words
To this clever little treat
“Abba dabba dabba doo”
A chimp was heard to say
I still remember Debbie singing
In a most delightful way
So when you're down and things ain't right
Just whistle these happy tunes
You'll soon perk up you'll smile and say
“Life's just a big cartoon”
As the rooster crows:
A look in the pool mirrored a perfect mop
At times of frizzy hair or defiant shaggy tresses
Ohhh the satisfaction at the sight
And yabba, dabba, doo!! echoed loud and clear
Triumphant male ego at its best!
A man’s crowning glory
Pulled, cut, brushed, curled, straightened, shaved
Lathered, gelled, creamed and pasted
Soaked in fragrant macassar oil
Invigorator, conditioning both groom and style.
Macho, gentle, sweet, daring tastes
Side-partings, medium, undercut and long
Sporting pony-tails, short back and sides
Elvis and James Dean quiffs curled kiss-me-quicks,
Punk, mohawk, flambouyant fringes
Highlights and lowlights, sprays and blow-dries!
All part and parcel of male vanity and crowning glory.
Heckles from the hen house:
As some men grow older they shed hair.
Each day they seek strands that were once there,
But skin patches widen --
Just check out Joe Biden.
Prepare to shut eyes in the bright glare.
A comb-over seems like a good plan,
But ladies don’t flock to a con man.
With 10 hairs remaining,
A “crown” they are feigning.
What happens when strands face a wind fan?
No reason for men to grow manic;
Moustaches and beards can work magic,
Diverting attention
Without the pretension
That balding is simply too tragic.
The “rug” method’s just too expensive,
Espec’ly when loss is extensive.
Like Telly Savalas,
The outcome’s not callous --
Few women find baldness offensive!
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With special thanks to Carolyn Devonshire
with whom this fun write was written.
the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical,
Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee
As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals
I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
Lying through their perfect blazing white teeth
about the great success the government is having
Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements
I want to scream
and shoot the TV
and run out side
Shouting
Stop the world!
I want to get
off this ing crazy planet”
The earth does not care a whit
about my attitude problem
It merely shrugs
and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run
the universe whispers
in my ear
time to drink more coffee
for an attitude adjustment
And I sit down
The madness dissipating a bit
And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe
“Chickery Chick Cha-la Cha-la”
Was a happy little ditty
From days gone by, my how time flies
Those words were warm and witty
“Lamsey dotes and dosey doats”
Brings back those days of yore
When life was fun in the morning sun
Who could ask for anything more
“Skimmery rinky dinky dink”
Is another masterpiece
Jimmy Durante sang the words
To this clever little treat
“Abba dabba dabba dabba”
A chimp was heard to say
I still remember Debbie singing
In a most delightful way
So when you're down and things ain't right
Just whistle these happy tunes
You'll soon perk up you'll smile and say
“Life is a big cartoon”