Long Diddle Poems
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The poems have been flowing like a river
Must take advantage while it happens
I think they say, “while the iron is hot!”
Other very familiar idioms like...
“A bigger bang for your buck” sure has sexual overtones
“Take the bit between your teeth”
Again, do they all have sexual overtones or is it me???
“Tail wagging the dog” uh-huh
How about, “Wet behind the ears!”
Sounds like someone has been keeping their tongue busy
I like, “Peter out”
Now if that doesn't conjure up an image
“Wouldn't touch that with a ten foot pole”
YIKES!!! I wish!
“A hard man is good to find!”
LOL! Nothing to add here!
“Make a clean breast of things!”
No explanation necessary here either!
“Middle for diddle”
Now this one should be at the top of the list
“Caught by the short curlies”
OUCH!!!
One last one...
“Keep it under your hat”
WOW! Now I'd sure like to see that!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
My princess diddles on the shores of Brazil;
in clear, crude notes her lips curse in Portuguese;
her lewdness makes the earth and sun stand still--
what a tragedy if she were just a tease!
To gaze upon her rude face is what I don't miss;
to greet her with a vulgar, vile embrace
and kiss her sex would give her the greatest bliss--
the thought repels me and makes my heart race!
The distance between us, like a thick mist,
keeps us apart. But I by heaven swear
that someday we'll have our disgusting tryst
nevertheless in the same hemisphere.
And if she's not against waiting for me,
I'll do my best to diddle her by the sea!
Hey diddle diddle
We poets that fiddle
With poems that jump over the moon.
Sometimes we blunder
and often will wonder
am I just a poet buffoon?
Then out of the blue
a comment ensues
that gives us a new point of view
Dan Kearley comes here
with a comment to cheer
His applause like the thundering air!
We can discard our fear
that we are friendless or *****
and soon we are smiling a tune!
His name is Dan Kearley
You must know him, oh, surely?
He writes with a flair of his own!
His poems are quite awesome
He comes from Wisconsin
with friendship that lands everywhere!
No.......this is no joke!
He cheers all the folks
Who stay up by the light of the moon
Even little dogs laugh
While the rest of us grasp
He's a friend of the Soup, near and dear!
____________________________________________
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Sponsor: Dan Kearley
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The Faeries Are Still Outside
Trying to cheer a garden up from the clay,
But the crabgrass won’t part
And the trees are snickering
At the art-
Less way the faeries
Sway while chanting,
Casting their spells—
Such an untalented group!
Out of tune, with
Too often the lyric,
“wha’ ta’ we all do?”
Stuck in a measureless breath
And beyond any rhyming lure to
The sprouts for any wanting to grow!
Wise, the trees lean, whining,
Slow whispers that, “
The faeries should go!
Back to their wizards
For more lessons in garden growth. “
The aged trees are exasperated; after all,
There’s little more to it
Than spreading the
Spell of encouragement, because
The sun and earth are already there prepared
For the growing…
So the trees advise,
“Raise ye’ stems around us trees.
We’ll keep the winds
From blowin’ ye’ over!
And keep the sun from
Parching your leaves.
We’ll sing lullabies to the herbs,
“Hush a-bye lurra lu,
Rest now your intake of green.
Be doodle-ye-do get ye’ ready
For droplets of dew
Diddle-eye-done
Dew comes after your dreams
Along with the rise up of the sun.”
Then the trees applauded
Among themselves, promising
That as soon as
The garden grew a bit,
The trees would tell all those little plants
Just how Spirit
Lives inside their stems, their flowers and leaves,
Where the spells of the faeries cannot reside…but,
“Deed le-dee see la so sigh.” Fine,
Let the spells be sung.
“‘Tis a task the faeries prize,” and who knows if it won’t
Help the clay to crack,
“Fiddle diddle perhaps a fact!”
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(C) sally young Eslinger 9/30/21
Thanks be to God
On to Ireland
Don’t look for me here anymore,
I’m moving on to Ireland
On the morrow, for
I’ve only one voice and
It’s longing to sing!
Henceforth, I’ll work as a seamstress,
Stitching everyone’s wings
To the sides of their hearts…
There in Ireland
Where everyone sings,
You may find me in Dublin dancing
With the ghost of Joyce. I’ll be
Reciting his words in his ear
As we twirl the streets
Song to song,
Pub to pub…Lyrics will lift us along,
Telling of lost loves,
Whiskey, and wandering
Through mountain heather.
So, I’ll be traveling
From this Bluegrass thoroughbred green
To the forever green of Ire’s land…
To its tunes,
I will “go lassie go.”
I’ll carry my my worlds within
and my pups at my side.
I’ll teach walls to talk.
‘llI stay clothed in
Music and history,
Wearingmy laced-up
Red boots on out to forage
The ephemeral
Regions, with
Poems fluttering loose
In my veins, feeding
On inspiration’s
nectar.
My skirt is lined with metaphors,
My hair is left down to catch the wind,
And my eyes keep a smiling gleam
Anyone will see, even
While I’m mourning at
The most recent Finnegan’s wake…
All sing,
“Diddle dee die do.”
My red boots are exceptionally
Good for doing a jig, too.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/28/21
All glory to God
Mary had a little lamb
The birth was quite a sensation
It should go down in the history books
She needed a lot of sedation
Pinocchio had a very long nose
It grew when telling a lie
Geppetto couldn't keep it from growing
No matter how hard he tried
Three little piggies went tripping along
To the butcher, they were the target
Who was bent on chopping these piggies up
To sell 'em at the local market
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool
Of course the answer is yes
They're sheep, that's a real silly question
Three bags full would be my guess
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle
Didn't think cats could play an instrument
Though I've heard some play a viola
That'd be like me climbing trees, the equivalent
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
At my age, you must be jazzing me
It's been a long time since I was nimble or quick
Was probably just a wee tike of three
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie
The current trend is over eating
No wonder obesity is rampant in the world
Bad habits our kids we've been teaching
Mary had a little lamb
She also had a goat
Mary's been messing with the animals again
Naughty Mary, I here do quote
© Jack Ellison 2015
The rhyme "Hey diddle diddle"
For me poses a riddle:
What possible need
Has a cat for a fiddle?
A cow might jump over the moon,
So I'm told,
If a milkmaid's hands
Are unexpectedly cold.
Which could make a dog laugh,
Or anyone, for that matter,
Just as funny as cutlery
"Spooning" a platter.
This rhyme is so silly,
Raises so many questions,
But as for solutions,
Not one good suggestion.
So I'll add here my own sage advice
To the muddle
To prevent boys when peeing
From making a puddle:
When you need to go piddle,
Think "Hey diddle diddle",
Keep both your eyes open
And aim for the middle.
Palindrome Poem...Reverse Verse about our Perverse Universe
(flip gravity.. what goes down must then come up - sorry..read down then back up)
"In this place we all call home
Monstrously Machiavellian
Doesn’t have to be
Islands of strangers
Ominously Orwellian
Tribal totems & talismans tome
Demagogic
Or
Pedagogic logic
Instead could still see
Rangers free from dangers roam
Embraces spaces for all races & faces
Riffs not tiffs with what ifs
Fracking probe..ransacking the globe
Attacking our cerebral lobe
Saluting high falutin polluting.. evolution?
The earth burns as it turns..on its axis
Heed the greed creed..poleaxes
Pay your taxes?
Plead to feed those in need
One man struggles while another relaxes
The solution…revolution?
Oceans just toxic potions
Due to noxious notions
Wary of the lairy scary Dairy Fairy
Much as I try.. won’t lie
Can hear that guy..Jamiroquai cry
Emergency on planet earth!
Red herring or derring do or die
Demonstration or veneration of deforestation
Placards do the hard yards versus lanyards
Deny or defy.. scorched turf?
What’s it worth?
Torched by the debauched
Wince..since birth a serf?
Log in to your singed noggin
They’ve binged..impinged
In the middle of a fiddle & diddle riddle
Damn it this is our planet
Taking the piddle
Avarice hubris bliss
In this place we all call home"
-A NOTE-
***DO NOT ATTEMPT TO***
***FIGURE THIS OUT*******
***JUST SAY HELLO : - )****
***or WHAT is this??? ***
((RIDDLES-FIDDLES-DIDDLES ))
My towel is constructed of silk
That did not make sense at all
I drink bitter sour milk
Once again no sense at all
A busted line - A stronghold
Confusing as we speak?
A thief breaks and left gold instead
Leaving my world incomplete ???
In my dream he cut my head
puzzled ???
My dreams in a flowerbed
I'm still puzzled ???
White winter shelter when it comes to snow
a riddle, a riddle of black snow
Black as the night covered by coal
Wonder if I said good night?
I walk and I have no feet
I speak and I have no mouth
Why is it impossible?
a breathing exercise,
misunderstood
the stick walking is bent
My boat is flipped upside right of everything
The grave is empty with dirt and debris
I've lost my mind completely
((Last but not least))
The grandmother is tall
The mother came short
The father is darker than most
Some white child of sort
Why the Mexican???
BY: P.D.
Hey diddle diddle, dee
Mother Goose is cool
She's a kid's teaching tool.
Nursery rhymes, you rock.
I've read you all my life,
and as adult full-grown
made up some of my own.
Here 's one you've never heard:
Hey diddle diddle, dee,
Cat’s fiddle is too loud.
The cow seeds a cloud
and drops fall down.
Milk rains like cats and dogs;
but if the dogs should laugh
they morph into a calf.
Fiddle-dee-dee!
As veal cutlets mushroom,
veal scallopini thrives.
Dish jokes with spoons and knives
“Here’s the beef.”
July 8, 2019
'You and yours, lets get personal any theme thereupon, any form, in my FINAL' Poetry Contest by Brian Strand.
Nursery rhymes likely have had more impact than I realize
on my joy in writing poetry, the rhythm and rhyme and make-believe.