Long Dudley Poems

There was a time throughout this land 
    when all was well and kind.
Where Wood Sprites, Fairies and Pixie dust 
    were not that hard to find.
But times have...

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P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 13

 Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters...

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All the elegant ivy
an inch off the brick wall
is scattered so purposefully

and behind the gate a bird hops
like some kind of humiliated
game show contestant.

This is a view, one view,
through the redbrick arbor
where the corbeled arch...

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awaiting interpersonal subsequent situation 
     aye tend to get ants
see when in the midst awaiting 
     said sub routine involving 

     outcome of...

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In a short time, you will be my executioner.
Your actions shall be considered a favor.
You say to me “Lady, please forgive me”.
I, Mary Stuart, am grateful for your sympathy.
You are putting me out of my...

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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...

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Madly Iridescent
By Rick Rucker

My wife had told me about her boss,
That, to not meet her, would be my loss,

I stopped by to see my Honey,
Something silly, like to give her money,

She said, as long as...

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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,...

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The augury of him in Crimea was so
That Ekaterina said she was tired of sandwiches
But I did have black tea, black Latvian bread with her black Ikra near Black Sea
Hundreds of kilometres from Kiev and...

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NOT JUST ANOTHER WALK IN THE PARK

After biscuits for breakfast at Mama’s Boy…an Athens, Georgia landmark
we decided to walk off our calories with a stroll through Dudley Park.

Dudley Park is a beautiful place…not huge by...

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The Great Bell of Bow

I feel such a Steam Tug and no Porkies
Some Tea Leaf Half Inched me Jam jar

In me local Nuclear Sub you wouldn’t Christmas Eve it
Almost totally Boracic on the way to...

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The Great Bell of Bow

I feel such a Steam Tug and no Porkies
Some Tea Leaf Half Inched me Jam jar

In me local Nuclear Sub you wouldn’t Christmas Eve it
Almost totally Boracic on the way to...

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Having a shower is relaxing, water gently falling,
Soothing your naked body, but I nearly went sprawling,
I was staying with Ricky and Robyn his wife,
When an incident the most embarrassing in my life, 
Took and shook...

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Here I am facing my death at age sixteen.
Each moment of my life has been a foreboding scene.
I never had desire to be this nation’s queen.

Devoid of love and care from my mother,
it seems I...

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What Gets My Goat - By Noah Kidding

Though I shy away from drink,
an unexpected case
of DT's finds this ace
of spades (also known as the spadille)
bleating heart liberal,

airing how disgrace
full the Tommyknocker of zee prez
doth aspire...

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be on the lookout
for those who are curious about your personal affairs
at the workplace
be on the lookout for those who are always hanging around you &
other workers, asking questions about things that they can hardly...

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Egalitarians of a smaller world
with forks for fingers 
chew loudly on the gravy train
of poor boys paper thin paychecks
spit me out cause I got no cash
better to be on the street with
a shoeless shuffle
than trying...

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Going to church,
it’s Sunday morn down south
Giddy feet youngsters
racing to the door of the temple,
having shrieks of joy erupting from their mouth
They are so glad when they get ushered in
While the solemn congregation gathers within
to...

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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...

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You spent your whole life
walking up and down those steps
Sometimes the walk was less
when you lost a few rungs of horizontal wall elevation
More often the walk was more
when you puffed circular cigar smoke on papier...

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Lecherous Luther was wont to grope
He ceased to function at the end of a rope!

Here lies Cletus as stiff as a board
He slipped on the ice and busted his gourd!

Here rests our dear Ruby who...

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She was a jolly woman in her prime, a beauty
And she had a crush on the man who made her laugh
So thus enamored, she asked him, “Will you marry me? 
She married to the whole...

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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...

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"Not everyone who drinks is a poet ... some of us drink because we're NOT poets" -  Dudley Moore, "Arthur"



Not all poets are lonely and envied, apart,
       Broken,...

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What vile thing is the one to administer

With a decrepit mind that's so sinister

A most diabolical plan constructed

Where the hearts and souls of men are abducted

Born from the depths where Imps and Demons dwell

And unleashing...

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