Long Quibbling Poems

A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked...

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Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant 
dwells amongst an elder net 
of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque 
of old folks, only a portion of population I met
which achey, flaky, kooky motley crue 
disgruntlement fed as peevish...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who...

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The bats in the steeple were feeding on people
By sucking the blood splattered wood
That came from the coffin a vampire dropped off in
When he’d drunk all the blood that he could

Here in my basement, my...

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My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular.

Mise en scène pour décès
pardon his feeble attempt at French,
a unilingual English language
quibbling, and scribbling mensch
strongly advises applying
left handed monkey wrench,
which custom designed tool
assigned impossible mission
to discern sense and...

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Able ability answers all aptitude as attempts at accurate acquisition allows 
achievement
Blending bold beauty beside bare body by being basic brain based believers
Circling constant cool casual caring comfort can combine complete class 
character control 
Developing...

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‘Hey stomach,’ says anus,
‘Would you cut the crap.’
“It’s not me,’ stomach says;
‘I won’t take the wrap.

It’s what they’re eating,
So blame teeth and mouth.
I’m innocent,’ says stomach,
‘For that filth down south.’

Brain has a good laugh
At organ...

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Amazing acrobats astound awe-stricken audiences.  Amy always asks about acts already arranged.

Bouncing bears balance beach balls.  Bobby Bear bicycled behind Betsy Bear.

Crazy clowns crash carelessly.  Carousels circle clockwise.

Daring demonstrations dazzle dazed dreamers....

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Like a tsunami from the ocean
I want to churn everything, inside out
But rue the fact that, 
Like a bubble in the air 
Have to be content with only 
Being fidgety inside myself. 

When the rocks...

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That's not how the World Works
                     67.

I acknowledge your sacred mutterings
And the enthusiasm on which...

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Carter Phipps has authored
"Evolutionaries:
Unlocking the Spiritual and Cultural Potential
of Science's Greatest Idea."

Hmmm. This is good rich brown rice,
and I want to stay nice,
cause I like his prime line
but I also like to scribble.

I thought science's...

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Well the morons are in the race

A little behind but their keeping pace

Running at a close last

I see its the idiots they finally passed

don’t pull your bets: its not over yet

I see the imbeciles sneaking...

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Two women fighting over last cart
                 Unsophisticated, brawling, stubborn,
   Short. Up rolls a knight, armor shining bright,
“Why...

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An only child, like I was, is
still looked upon askance?
As if I could force my Mom
and Dad to make more
babies, perchance?

Those poets here, who know
me quite well, 
Can figure out my honesty, and 
of course, that,...

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All nebulous dreams prospecting,
A hideaway in cloud atolls,
A nightly ocean, warmth awaiting,
In quibbling flow, to dawn's aperture
In spectra falling, spectral play crumbled,
Sojourner stars: their lamps parole
In a distance, behind amnesic lights
Razing autumn clouds, amber hues...

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Family heirlooms

Some collect old art pieces, jewelry or photos.
Others, end tables, organ benches, or beds
If it belonged to Grandma or Grandpa it’s a keeper.
Especially fancy needlework and piecework spreads.

And if it belonged to way-back generations,
Better...

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True Rare Day Horn Hiaku

True rare day is Thanksgiving
Lovely way to be living
Over food we are quibbling.

Which one will have the best taste
Have to eat fast with much haste
By God we were graced.

Now at table...

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We’ve proven there's no quick fix
when we start to yell and cuss.
Oil and water do not mix,
and the same thing goes for us.

When together, night and day,
senseless arguments break out.
And politeness fades away
as we both...

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Along with their hundred siblings
Desiderate food without quibbling
Devote their intact time leaves nibbling

Molting delicate skin during every instar
Enduring all the pain and the skin scars
These little cuties emerge as flying stars

Stepping into the magical prism...

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What's the matter Mother World,
why are you in such 
a topsy-turvy swirl?
Has Man again upset you so much?

Why is it that your face
has lost it's once flourishing green color
and your skin now blotching red,
your river'd...

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To Hate ... wrenching the world apart
Its forte is transgressing hearts
Pitting a sibling against a sibling
Starving children without quibbling

To Hate... in battles over God
Where 'Holy Wars' are nothing odd
To children renouncing moms and dads
To their...

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Started Scribbling

Started scribbling;
On one more poem nibbling,
About my sibling.

Both me and my sibling 
combined write poems.
The latest one which we 
had written together was 
called,"Rivalry."
Now we have been quibbling 
about our sibling rivalry poem.
Whose name should go...

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A good source of Bad Spelling
With the effect Quite Telling:
Sometimes in Serious Writing
‘Capitals’ and ‘Small’ Fighting:
Altering whole passages,
Garnishing The Messages:
Each ‘S’ in Mississippi
Innocently omitting, 
Unthinkable letter P
To ‘Behavior’ submitting:
You strike them out he’s quibbling;
A prelude...

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