Long Doodle Poems
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I remember the time when I was four
A little child knocked on mother’s bedroom door
Mum can I have a poodle for my birthday
You see I am lonely and the other children are far away
And so my wish was granted that night
I got a fluffy white poodle to make my days bright
I loved to run my fingers through his white fur
Make him prance around the garden and with his fav food lure
One rainy day my poodle suddenly took ill and died
In my life I had never had so much cried
I was then eight and my Mum told me wait
She brought me a big drawing board and said
You can now doodle
I played with crayons and pencils and water colors
She sold the paintings in charity and collected the dollars
My piggy bank swelled till it could hold no more
She broke it and said it was now time to google
I was then ten and she said well then
Here is your laptop
So I sat in my tank top and googled away
Till I became a computer geek and the best one on the street
Today I kiss that helping hand which took me from poodle to doodle
to google
I am secluded,
oh, I like my solitude but this is different;
this is mandated isolation due to Covid-19,
I can only go out for food and a walk.
Well, I could spend the time writing but inspiration is gone,
and even my desire to sketch and paint is taking a hit;
I am doing some on line Zumba classes,
I text more . . .
I have cleaned,
and watched TV and have done many word search puzzles;
doing doodle pictures with bright markers,
planted seedling that are threatening to take over.
I have been getting nightmares so do not watch the news much,
only at 6 pm- so I can a rundown of what is going on;
I have organized, moved furniture, dusted,
and I wait . . .
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April 2, 2020
Poetry/Verse/My Home is a Prison
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1240-919-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest Quarantine
sponsor, Julie Leigh Rodenheaver
Third Place
I look up from my desk and say, Good morning.
You flash a flirty smile, then look away.
I wink and doodle something in my notebook.
You brush on by with nothing more to say.
But darlin’, ain't it sweet when we take chances?
I feel a sharp electric tingle every time we touch.
It’s the danger found in copy room romances.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing thrilled so much.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing’s going on.
But wait until the time when we find time to be alone,
Impetuously daring what we’ve wanted all along.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing’s going on.
I didn’t think we’d let it get this heated.
I guess you thought I wouldn’t have the nerve.
I came on strong with everything you needed,
And gave you the attention you deserve.
But darlin’, ain't it sweet when we take chances?
I feel the same exciting passion every time we kiss.
In the risky game of closet door romances,
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing felt like this.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing’s going on.
But wait until the time when we find time to be alone.
I’ll follow you inside and enter your forbidden zone.
As if nothing ever happened.
As if nothing’s going on.
I woke up this morning and promised to be good,
So I took a walk around my neighborhood,
I happen to meet a white whisky with a great chude,
But how we got into an argument cannot be understood.
I can remember sipping him from a distance..
yes, an old friend I would always need assistance..
We were both happy reminiscing our alliance..
Until he hits me on the floor when I had no balance..
I kept pleading in an uncommon language to my ally...
But he kept drawing me over bumps and made me see the world as a doodle..
Though I felt so good for the first time, cus I've never seen a black muddy rain dropped from the sky...
little did I know my legs where up to the heavens and my head pinned to a poodle..
I heard voices and laughter that I began to giggle as well...
with no knowledge of what will make voices laugh so loud as a bell..
But I know whisky is my man...
and with him I'll always be a dirty man..
When I Die
Not a chance
I’ll say that
I should have spent
more time housecleaning
But I know I will say...
I should have listened more
To those voices deep within
What my soul wanted to explore
What my heart wanted to conquer
What my inner child wanted to do
I should have taken the time to
Sketch and doodle more
Paint more canvases with vibrant colours
Smile up at each blue sky
Allow gusts of wind to mess up my hair
Step out in each rain storm
Greet each flower that bloomed on my path
Listen to the chirping of wild birds
Pet each dog that looked up at me with eager eyes
Hug each friend that had a hard day
Take longer candlelit baths
Laugh at more silly jokes
I know I’ll wish
I had held your hand more often
Held you in my arms longer
Hugged you much more
Found more ways to say I love you
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 20, 2017 for contest BLOWING IN THE WIND sponsored by NICOLA BYRNE - RANKED 4TH
PS featured in 2018
Gonna wake up
At the brink of dawn
Take a shower
Throw my blue jeans on
The little red rooster
Is my alarm
****-a-doodle doodling
On my farm
Gonna water
All of my crops
Especially
My barley and hops
Gonna spread out
All the bales of hay
Where the goats and the horses
And the cattle stay
In the pasture
Down by the creek
Where we went
When we wanted to sneak
A little moonshine
I stole it from my dad
The best damn moonshine
That I ever had
I'm gonna go
And see a little rodeo
Then I'm going dancing
To do the do-si-doe
Then I'll stop by
Over near the school
To jump in the river
In our swimming pool
Gonna get my little lady
A cold bottle of wine
And get myself a bottle
Of my dad's moonshine
We'll be a parkin'
Up at Lover's Lane
Snugglin' and kissin'
And feelin' no pain
August 16, 2018
Add a Stanza to My Poem Contest
By charles messina
Added last stanza
I'ma gonna wake up, at the brink of dawn
Drink some coffee, throw my blue jeans on
The little red rooster is my alarm
Cock-a-doodle doodling on my farm
I'ma gonna water, all of my crops
Especially, my barley and hops
Then I'll roll up, a bunch of bales of hay
Where the goats and the horses and the cattle lay
I'ma going to the pasture, down by the creek
That's where I go, when I want to sneak...
A little moonshine, that I'd steal from my dad
It's the best damn moonshine that I've ever had
Yeah, I'ma gonna wake up, at the brink of dawn
Drink some coffee, throw my blue jeans on
The little red rooster is my alarm
Cock-a-doodle doodling on my farm
Then I'll rassle with the piglets playing in their sty
and I'll feed the Billy goats a little bit of rye
Then I'll fetch my little lady a cold bottle of wine
And steal another bottle of my dad's moonshine
Then I'ma gonna go, to see the rodeo
And then do a little square dancin' do the "Dosey Doe"
Then I'll stagger over by, the old rustic school
And I'll jump into the river, it's our swimming pool
Yes sir, I'ma gonna wake up, at the brink of dawn
Drink some coffee, throw my blue jeans on
The little red rooster is my alarm
Cock-a-doodle doodling on my farm
Gonna wake up, at the brink of dawn
Gonna wake up, on my farm
Gonna wake up, at the brink of dawn
From that Cock-a doodle doodling damn alarm
Pecos Bill daddled and skedaddle like molasses.
Sunglasses cuddled, his badass
Stetson buffalo cowboy hat.
Lashes his airish, passive donkie Mis. Do Goglles
as he passes, airin' the lungs.
Sits there like that passin gasses,
at the chanting masses.
Allers among the willows, Pecos bypasses,
poaches the stooges
Dooie and Doodle Doodole's angelicas, n boozes.
Bested by the Sheriff, neat and straight on its feet, no actress;
a rope chafed Pecos neck at the gallows.
3/3/2020
Allers – Always
Among the Willows – Dodging the Law.
Western Slang, Lingo, and Phrases – A Writer’s Guide to the Old West
https://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-slang/#A
Good morning, Lord... another day...
a clear, new page before me
to scribble and doodle on, to fill as I wish
while I think, pray, work, play, decide, act...
but, most of all...while I love.
By night I'll have it filled for sure.
Just one thing, Lord.
I hope among the scattered scribbles,
the dilly-dally doodles...
something amazing and creative will emerge
that reflects your love and glory...
something special you'll be proud of, Lord,
that you'll accept and enter in that great, big
book of yours...
"The Anthology of Services...
To God and Humankind."
Cool Dip In the Pool
The sun didn't hide, so it was hot outside,
I could have baked a cake.
I decided to bum and jump in the pool, it wasn't cool,
my dog Doodle that was deaf was basking on a raft,
so, I started to ask, as I laughed,
the next-door neighbor's poodle Saber
in a flash bump into me and jumped in and caused a splash.
By that time, I'd become a wet noodle,
Doodle and the neighbor's poodle Saber had won once more.
I started to bubble, I knew I was in trouble
so, I doubled back inside the house before I died
and made a path for a cool bath.
My spouse the louse just stood there laughing
as the buttons started flying
as I took off my blouse.
I said, Sonny. What so funny?
I'll give you some honey
if you join me in the cool tub
and give me a rub.
8/19/2018