Long Shilly Poems

While on the topic 
of blood kith and kin,
I relate another 
fabricated poem about 
blimey bloke of a fisherman. 

Trawl tale of a fictitious seaman told to ye...

Courtesy webbed whirled wide net wit
cursing thwarted life,...

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Malodorous tavern’s garret, the codger it accommodates, No more,
Fuzzled in brew, his fuzzy lady, her life she lives to abhor.

Randy colleen gape at her with aghast,
Talk around that she has “the dead hands of the...

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Thoughts scurrying in my head 
like underground commuters - 
pushing, bustling, focused only 
upon themselves with no care for 
others - reaching for the last 
remaining hang strap or seat. 

Words tousling for attention; 
some...

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CLOSE    CALL   IN    IRELAND



I once had an affaire de coeur  with a foxylady, in fact a randy colleen
In Ireland with a tough older brother looking to...

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The first time we tackled 'The Nipple' which is also known as La Mama
The leader said "Today’s walk's a toughie", We replied "No Problema"

It was really a pleasant excursion till we dropped from Cumbre del...

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Dear,oh my dear mankind!  you and me were created
But how sorrowful it was!  Because of your selfishness,
I couldn’t live my life as I craved, even if we both allowed
To be joyous here, but...

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Please don't anybody ask me to decide anything. I do not know
The difference between, the Concord or a Jet Plane
The Republican or the Democrats, 
White lies or some faker boldfaces fibbers 
 The donkey audible...

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Hacked down at dawn is the tree that would have blossomed
Maimed is the navel that sometimes may have grown straight
Burned is the candle that may have shone in a dark path
Stifled is the dream that...

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The once was a Pick-a-Dilly Lily,
well, she was all green, don't you see?
Though her friends ran about willy-nilly,
she sat on the ground 'neath a tree.

Dumpty-Down rolled on by shilly-shally,
never stopping to spark, or play,
even acorns...

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Move on you persnickety soul.
Normal doesn't  really exist.
Take leave oh inadequate power. 
For the doyen of your being shouts
halt! halt! halt!

This blanket does not warm you. 
The bed it has been made. 
But lying...

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An old codger who farted a lot -
of good etiquette didn’t know squat.
When I met him, his nose
started running. He chose
his new shirt to wipe off all the snot!

Well, a nitpicker also was he,
and I...

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Pell-mell I said, we have to go 
As she shilly-shallied about 
Don’t dilly-dally it’s time to leave 
As I called down the hall in a shout 

So she hurry-scurried and grabbed her things 
As she...

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