Short Dawdled Poems

Patricia dawdled through the breakfast
Mom got angry, sent her to Belfast
There she learnt how to run
And how to eat a bun
And returned with the bread crumbs amassed...

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So long ship,
go on your merry way!
I hope I'll see you soon,
when you come
stumbling back to Bay,
to Bloor,
and Yorkville 
where we last docked,
and rocked,
swayed,
and dawdled,
talking
into the night...

So long ship,
farewell my love!...

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I’ve doodled and dawdled in Delaware,
Piddled in Pennsylvania without care,
I’ve been to New York and Alabama,
Michigan, Missouri and Montana. 
I’ve travelled in every state, my friend. 
And I can tell you that, in the end,
If you lose your mind - see how it can be - 
The very best one is insanity....

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Is it too late to put on
a slouch hat and overcoat
or is it too early for a T and shorts?

I dress in the dark
allowing time and light
to expose its itself upon skin and eyes.

This afternoon I will be busy until...
This morning is late and cannot catch-up
for it dawdled.

As if aware of its own magical powered
the moment opens-up
I relax
let the sky-peeking window
clothe and unclothe me

allow the sun-shadowed walls
to attire my mind the way it always will
and should do....

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