Short Coddle Poems
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I’ll be keeping this one rather brief;
my arthritis is causing me grief.
Now I’m not one to coddle,
but Bobcat’s a good model
and grease fittings would provide relief.
Molly coddle,
Life's a doddle;
Pander,pamper,
Baby,pet
Spoil, then cosset.
Shelter,shield
And thoughts conceal;
Handle,dandle
Chaperone and guard,
Destroying common-sense.
There are arches and doorknobs
I feel with my hands but,
instead of pushing through,
around and round
i meander clueless,
my head in a cloud
caught up in the darkness
I coddle to the point
of despair and delusion.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
cool calico cat could come and coddle cuddle cautioned Cali’s cousin
Carmen. Campy Cameron coughed curiously, considering this caution
comical. Calico cat commandeered the cabin and café, a considerable
conquest, considering the coolness of Cali, Carmen and Cameron.
Oh my goodness sake
It is a Pippi Longstocking cake!
I wonder now who dared to make
Such a cake, such a cake, a glorious cake.
It is so professional I tell the model.
Don’t be so nice to her, she does not deserve a coddle.
This was from the wigmaker who had made the cake.
I felt sorry for the model, his heart must hold a stake.
I'm compelled to view some media, such as,
FAUX NEWS, like an illusion they portrayed.
Since their deception is masterfully crafted,
With multiple diversions . . . & truth is belayed.
As if by magic, they've given an audience,
Tasty morsels of manna, to satisfy heartache.
While they coddle and cradle those of privilege,
And true by definition, it's all FAKE!
I do not sing or dance or model
I do not ring or prance or coddle
I do not ding or chance or swaddle
I do not cling or glance or toddle
I do not sling or lance or mottle.
I play with words, and drink my water.
I laugh at life, and visit with my daughter.
I draw my cartoons, and enjoy my art.
I enjoy my grandchildren, they are my heart.
I spend time with my husband, we are rarely apart.
Six Feet = Three Bricks
Written: by Tom Wright
2/20/03
On winters night our mom would coddle,
keeping moppets warm was quite a trick.
Two feet always got the hot water bottle,
while the other six feet got heated bricks.
Heated and sheathed before finding beds,
neath quilts, that seemed in weight, tons.
With nothing protruding save burr heads,
too young to recognize we were lucky ones.
Surmised, assumed
Foreboding shadows brood
Like omens without mediums
Their strange impressions loom
Blind they seem
Gloating as they gleam
Rippling, murmuring
Stifling a scream
On the brink of speech
Their mutterings recede
Occupied by the thoughts
Of the lost and in between
Conceit or dream
Mythic or obscene
They coddle with a moonlit bribe
Confiding the unseen
Written by © Raven Drake
The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane.
~ Nikola Tesla
nights are dark and long
and those who come only
to wheedle
me into eating, or drinking, or brushing my hair
coddle and coo
yet bear knife and needle
to prepare my mind to sleep and rest
no, not to rest, to forget - they come and spiel
dogmatic scientific credal
Dull tones smear and coddle in a gray muddle.
Cow munch cloud fields.
A reality steeped in prismatic conjecture
until I find my spectacles.
I enter reality, a Columbus arriving in America;
not on the continent, but on some island
and outcrop just short of finding.
Gradually, through the resurrection
of rods and cones,
a little myopia and less blind faith
feeds the expectant mind,
until it can see both the daffodils
and the ancient hands that brought them here.