Short Droll Poems

Inset inshore gruel insight evoke.
Droll dresser dream.
Cocky linkups occur....

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tic toc is that a flea
never to stand a chance
of droll she tralala
but love her as she is real
in your mist of dreams...

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GAME OF THE IMMATURE

I hog
the blog

I tease
with ease

not crude
but rude

they rile
I smile

how droll
to troll


31/3/17...

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Army cooks don't do anything wrong
By feeding a "Mad Killer" throng
& that's rather droll
Like a troll on the dole
Who freaks out on a Viet Cong dong...

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For crying's sake,
If I could cry,
I'd take a break,
Yet eyes stay dry.

I'll stem the tears
With laughter droll,
And halt those fears
I bane extoll....

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THINKING OF THE DAYS

I was thinking of the days you left me to fall, and crawl
You standing on the side-lines laughing; how very droll

Indiana Shaw . . . : /...

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Wildlife 49 

An ageing yet droll cockatiel,
Had plumage a bit down at heel,
He performed a sad song,
And the flock sang along,
For they knew his rendition was real!...

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Unique, oh you are so
Let the red carpet roll before
We have to hear you droll
On and on
About how great you
Are-
PoetLaureat
You’re greatness to me is
Like stale piss in my car...

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I'm on a roll, not a toilet paper roll
Methinks most would agree, if you took a poll
Mostly good limericks
At times just gibberish
Over the top silly, certainly not droll...

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I had an inkling to just tell ya
The other day -- my umbrella

Shielded me from the leaves
The after-rain from the trees

I was the only one on a stroll
Still umbrella'd, looking droll...

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LIKE YA LIMERICKS BLOODY FINE,
WHO CARES IF TECHNICALLY IT DON'T SHINE,
PRETTY DROLL IF A POET HAS TO,
KEEP AN EYE ON THE Ps N Qs,
CAUSES POETIC BLIGHT.
Johnson's outa sight,
too right...

Thank you p.d.

Don...

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say your hellos
i'm prespiring
look at those

eyes combined
with your lips
all you have

is just
smile 
and my

frost drips off
as if in a droll
you rescued me

my saint bernard
cheers to a sip of
that which i drink

i'm drunk...

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Right and tight
Keep up the fight
Strap on strap off
Walk on walk off

Be soul be droll
Be hard be soft
Be quick be silver
Be gold not told

Be strong be kind
Belong to mind
but love be true
and forever you


4.9.2017 (didactic contest)...

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I Want to live this world amazingly
But the habit of overthinking
Has been making things messy

The what ifs are being overpowered
The big childhood dreams
Are being shattered

It's like living in a time loop
An unstoppable droll
To which I must reroute...

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DIALECTIC POMPOSITY   and other name calling
    by V. Anderson-Throop

Dialectic Pomposity
Still chases me---
Elitist snob---
What is the precise
termonology
For an individual
Erudite
With droll wit
Who encounters
Ecstasy
With the
Conspicuous consumption
Of books?...

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I walked in the garden of good and evil early one morn in the dew
There were spiders and snakes and angels with harps hell bent to inspire the pen
Ah, but the muse took a nap as I was left with droll thoughts that were but few

1-4-20
Contest: Threesome
Sponsor: Silent One...

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rage on maroon skies
hued blurred blooms stormy
wafting dyed glory

squawking chaos cries
jade nature can be so droll
green waves crash and roll

musical raindrops
where are my orange flowers
tempest of glum hours

houses and quaint shops
anticipate saffron sun
scarlet rose vision...

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Alas~ If I Could Pen


             Oh, my muse please do!
             Send romance this very day.
             Fill my droll quill do!

             Lest I fall away,
             In intellectual smog.
             Crass,weepy dismay!


             Double Engish Haikus 5,7,5



             December 14, 2019...

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With each of a feminine
Girlish swishing head
As one droll inhibited *
When not rainily diffused
Select gazing has confused
Worsen's waiting's grief

Up-swirls the one dear figure.
Sylph apparitions's!
So colours the emotions
As brighten a day's face-trait
Recognized alone of it
Gives this heart relief.

* umbrella...

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how sweet the love,
 of the soul-mate soul,
who generates love,
 that i can't hold,
to transfix her,
would be my measure,
the natural cuddle, 
burning pleasure,
my mind, 
the thought does mold,
like brainwaves,
yet of old,
the caveman has control,
of the never,
 maybe never?
goal...
not clever:(
droll...
endeavour..
fold

xox...

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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...

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To give life, and have that life dejected away, within seconds….. Pleading for a precedent, Incapable of escalating.
 Designed second, within spent habits, disqualified from my child. Bitter sentiments of mediocrity and anguish. Powerless to retreat, decisively surrendering. Trusting to lull my droll agony, melancholy. Imploring for my termination....

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Melania is a real doll
but ‘tribute’ is certainly droll
It shows a wooden frown
and copy of her gown
I think it resembles a troll!

I'm not sure the statue is a true likeness to this beautiful lady!

Poem inspired by this newspaper article

www.theguardian.com/us-news/2019/jul/05/melania-trump-statue-slovenia-sevnica

8/2/19...

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Slightly sunny, yet cold
Still writing, scribbling down useless droll
Hears strumming of guitar
Sighs and looks out the window shyly
Emeraldo there, like a burn in dawn
The buildings floating above the pavement 
Stares at him…lustfully…in awe
Emeraldo looks up suddenly at form
Quickly looks away and closes the curtain
...
He will never know
No, he will never
Know...

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Serving my Nation I dreamed
But to wake and dread
Making a precis of the data.

Imaging the drops
Cascading my drums
Which eyelashes could not dam.

Was it not my desire
That I be decked
In the coveted dress?

Oh the monster's drill
That kept me drenched
And oft kept me dry

But patently in few days'
I shall hear the thrum of drum
And in the end find the City a droll....

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