Long Dailey Poems

His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And I’ve never loved the sea
That only leaves one option
It’s the...

Read More

Addicted to Rhyme
Hi.  My name is Mike Dailey and I am addicted - - - to rhyme.  Let me tell you my story.

It all started out when I was quite young
My first taste...

Read More

Luke Dailey
December 25, 2014

Everything is topping up
The Lunatic has struck his luck
By waiting like a sitting duck
He found his “Stomach-tuck”

His stomach-tuck’s a golden goose
Or is it his final noose?
Everything is going round
But where is it...

Read More

I started in to writing
In my home on Lovers Lane
Yes – the one the poet wrote about
You know – old what’s his name
The lane was still arch covered
With elm trees giving shade
But now it is...

Read More

Anida Mann & Baron Ready
April Showers & Wade Rivers
Bertha Saylor & Abel Crews
Bunny Bunns & Wilt Dailey
Burl E Pecker & Phyllis Upman
Candy Cane & Hedon Succor
Chastity B. Lowe & Noah Hoare
Crystal Clear & Robin Blind
Demi...

Read More

Getting Into Heaven
We were testing the children in Dublin
Sunday school to be precise
To see if they understood heaven
And to get in - what was the price
If I sold my house and my car
And gave all...

Read More

Caleb Smith, southern gent so refined,
has an interesting, humorous mind.
He not only can write,
but can farm, fish and fight,
and on critters he hunts he has dined!

Also clever at limericks is Tim.
He does footles for friends...

Read More

Marvelous Royal Marriage

Truly was a marvelous romantic marriage,
Could actually have a  horse and carriage;
Smiling gaily;
Doing dailey;
With honor will have future royal heritage.

They had been married and was elegantly,
With words all truly spoken so eloquently;
Lifetime...

Read More

"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write" 
                       ...

Read More

Monopoly with its property
Its colored coded squares
Its stacks and stacks of money
Roll those dice for pairs
Get yourself a hotel
Park it on Park Place
If anyone should land there
They’ll be out without a trace
And the corner with...

Read More

What if pigs could really fly?
I’ll not get in to how or why
But if a pig could really fly
I’ll have a different life won’t I? 

I will have a published book
Of poetry of notes I...

Read More

Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces
Your cousins and your wife, your nephews and your nieces
Your kids and your grand kids; their elbows and their kneeses
The hugs and kisses they hand out and...

Read More

In times past forgotten,
Twisting tumbling - folding,
Leaving but never going,
Because the lie is always staying,
Lurking behind me in the corner,
Dailey I smell its breath.

That dirty frosty evil breath,
Will never be forgotten,
Wishing I could cower in...

Read More

Royalty, it brings to mind
A flowing robe; the regal kind
Or lent when it’s draped upon the cross
A symbol of impending loss
Or a song about a “people eater”
Done in 1950’s meter
Or when you’re mixing red and...

Read More

Rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat-tat
At five o’clock in the morning
Sounds from the hungry wood pecker
Are an early springtime warning

The neighbor’s metal siding
Help reverberate the sound
Rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat-tat
Inside my head does pound

Rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat-tat
At the first sign of morning light
I’m going...

Read More

"Come fluttering words, 
Come drifting words to me . . .”
Come voices of the flowers
You’re my muse to be
Come tell me of her daydreams
Come tell her deep desires
Come give me just a hint or two
Before...

Read More

The minister and angels in year 2005 there on TV and
a gift to all, toils for  his Glory and right never wrong 
by labor he will enter the pealy gates and walk on gold
there...

Read More