Short Dabble Poems
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There was a lad named Drew
Who liked to dabble in glue.
Some got on his chin
Which stuck to his shin
Now he stars in a freak show revue.
Artists dabble in shades and hues
Authors express their sundry views
Troubled souls take to darkling woods
The baker smiles ~ 'twas sweet and good
Much confusion by the angry rabble
Noisy voices, unheard gibberish babel
Turkeys in a gobbly gook central gabble
Political idiots who argue while they dabble
My dabble in limericks is finally done
I'm sorry to say that this is the last one
The master is back
His name is sir Jack
So kick off your shoes we're about to have fun
Wandering eyes,how could this be?For me to see you but,you do not see me.Dabble in
indiscretion.Your every word,am I to question?Am I your fate?I can no longer
wait.Wandering eyes,please give me no more lies.
Mallards dabble
in a smudge of water.
A silver flare
from the edge of night.
Muddy shadows dive
under stalky mounds.
Levees of light overflowing.
A gleaming pond
knows itself
once more.
Desert
Dry yet not arid
Droughty water is expensive
Dusty hot tranquility salty humid breeze
Dabble and blue waves seagulls
Damp lustrous so wide
Deep
Mallards sleepily dabble
in a smudge of water.
Then an emerging sun flares
from its coatless face.
Like dipping ducks,
muddy shadows dive
under mounds of stalky flotsam.
Vista’s crack open
their levees of light.
soft and spoiled
devices well-oiled
spoonfed babble
in protests, they dabble
convictions untested
by reality bested
today’s mudslingers ~
tomorrow’s right-wingers
The pond is brackish
a smear of lichen,
a low haze.
Water birds dabble in their sleep.
Soon the sun
will dash across a drop of dew
to burst dams of light.
Wings will shake off
dwindling shadows,
slap the wet air
until the water awakes.
I'm feeling lazy
Confused and feeling fuzzy
My mind is all groggy
And my surroundings are so hazy
I feel agitated
I jus wanna make a doodle
If I can't be a tinker
I wanna dabble and splash water around
Maybe I should lallylag
Before I dilly-dag
May the earth reject it..Let the mountains dance..For the
God of all universes will break this trance.' No more shall
You dabble..' instead you will ride, the road of rejection in
Pain you will writhe.' You have sullied creation.'
Now.! You are to be judged in your pride.!
The pond is brackish
a smear of lichen,
a low shaded haze.
Water birds dabble in their sleep.
Soon the sun
will dash across a drop of dew
bursting dams of light.
Wings will shake off
the dwindling shadows
slap the pond and call
until the water awakes.
Gruesome as Judas cradle growl,
I dabble in gore thereby.
Everyday Norse hannibalish,
so my ribs outward,
exposed flesh, gangrenous.
I beg water, I chew my tongue
Schwedentrunk painful,
Junked, revealed, confessed to.
The immense crux pain,
till my stomach bloated up.
Acrostic poems, when writ in verse,
Cause some who dabble thus to curse.
Relentless rules that cramp one’s style,
Over time, may prove a trial.
Surrendering to failure might
Tempt those where patience’s taken flight.
Ironically, such poems inspire
Challenge-freaks to climb much higher.
Darling Dolly liked to dawdle
down past Dooley’s Deli.
Darling Dolly didn’t dabble
in Dooley’s Devil’s Delight.
Devil’s Delight, a donut dessert,
didn’t do it for Dolly.
Darling Dolly didn’t delight
in Dooley’s donut dessert.
So Darling Dolly dawdled home
without Dooley’s Devil’s Delight.
This is a verse of new thoughts,
I've invented indoor sports,
Written in a poem of riddles,
Like, "What is Time for Tiddles?"
Why, it's wine with Mahjong,
Those tiles don't tarry long,
Then, it's "Drinks for Scrabble,"
With bevvies, we'll all dabble,
Or, "Come and try my beers,"
Many varieties over here,
New indoor sports, my dears!
My summertime Muses are wearing the jolly
Still decking “the halls with boughs of holly,”
Eschewing everything droll and melancholy
Chanting a happy tune from “Hello, Dolley.”
Helping me deal with a rambunctious collie
Singing ad alta voce “Good Golly, Miss Mollie,”
As I sink to dabble in foolish, but hilarious, folly.
written June 16. 2021
Some artists utilize watercolors
Others dabble in clay
Some quilt
Others know ribbon embroidery
Some artists add glitter and sequins
Pearls, feathers, taffeta and other fluff
I like artists who think outside the norm
This artist wears her art
It is wearable art, she tells me
And it is for sure
she is the ultimate artist
I am proud to know her
The pond is brackish
a smear of lichen,
a low shaded haze.
Water birds dabble in their sleep.
Soon the sun
will dash across a drop of dew
bursting dams of light.
Feathers will shake off
dwindling shadows,
wings slap the ponds surface
until the water awakes.
By then
my eyes will shine like silver moons;
I will write a poem
but not this one.
i would love to have the chance to ask the dog star are you Sirius?
John Tirious won't tell people his daughter's name it's Miss Tirious
if i were fuzzy wuzzy and lost all my hair i'd be furrious
when songwriters erase are they "decomposing" or "delyrious"?
[i should know better than to dabble in such puns, after all i am a groan man]
Here we sit, in a fair
By and by round a table
All in all without a care
Like a baby in his cradle
Longears asks us how do we do
The world is screaming but we
Do fine as rabble dabble do
Most of us know not but he
Knows most of us, what to do
When fire strikes, or rain falls
Like a cascade on the crew,
Or on the rabbits in their halls
Shouting "yaba daba do"
I have dreamt of change
Of something more
I dabble in activities but all seem a chore
A daydreamer of conveyance
Wistful of the misshapen course of our lives
Persona non grata
Ambivalent to the world, trapped in eternity
Thoughts hammer at my core
Cloudless eyes perfidy my truth
What sound do thoughts make
An onomatopoetic poet clanging and clashing around in his own head.
I like Scrabble, and Monopoly,
And Cadoo, and Dabble too.
I like The Game of Life,
And other fun stuff to do.
I like challenges like
finding peppermints in
Chocolate pudding, using
My face, with hands in the loo.
I’m an A.K.G. according to my granddaughter.
She wrote a tribute to me.
A.K.G. stands for Awesome Kid Grandma.
And at school, I think I’m my students’ AKG too.
My romance with efflorescences in an arboretum,
Is the most picturesque moment in ultimatum.
I can decorate your garden in style,
Provided, you keep the flora in pride.
Elated to dabble with a child,
As long as, both of us get stirred.
I can pose in variety of striking colours,
Competing positively with seasonal flavours.
I am the world's most aesthetic insect,
With my graphics globally perfect.