Short I Dunno Poems
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As I was walking in the snow,
I chanced to meet a cold rhino.
It began to sneeze,
Creating quite a breeze:
Now what to do? --I dunno.
Why do I like you? I dunno.
Maybe it's the way your bloomers show.
In your Scottish dancing clogs yer
smoother than a seal or frog's fur.
I always see shiny vehicles in all shades of blue.
It's sad I dunno how to drive, can never get a clue.
But at least I have a drive to not ever be someone untrue.
What do you think
Oh, I dunno
I guess I think
About what they think
Well what do you think about
What you think about they think about
I dunno
What do you think
My faithful friend from Boise, Idaho
Another so true, where to find one, I dunno
He talks a strange lingo
I think hard and then bingo
The “words” he creates make sense, well sorto
slip in,find tim,see if he did,what gives?i dunno,but losers in,seen and held,fell
large and in charge,we tar it,its sorry,now shes dead,any head,any head will
do,reap the benifits of askew and tell us what to do.sunni ghost.
i dunno why that happened
you'd think that
would
possibly be a common
occurrence;
eggs are egg-shaped
for
the hen's benefit
round eggs?
think
about it... i
did
when i was boiling
the two eggs
that were already
boiled
Mother Russia
Father Time
Uncle Sam's
a friend of mine
Chicken of the Sea
Polar Bear
Tropic of Cancer
don't want to live there
New York
New Jersey
Nova Scotia
what's new in this poem
~ I dunno
Bananas be bruisin'
And I dunno why.
Bananas be bruisin'
They be covered in flies
Bananas used to be pretty cool,
They used to be yellow and stuff.
Bananas used to be pretty cool,
Now they just shriveled, the peel
Rough
They brown, they yucky,
They ain't yellow like a ducky.
They sticky, they black,
Like a gangsta
I cannot say.
As you cannot say.
Art. Not art.
Worthy work or working
on worthy.
I cannot say.
I do not know.
And if I know; I know
I do not know.
(Cannot know?)
(Yet to know?)
{I dunno.}
Work. Art.
Where is Life?
I say Life is in the Query.
Life dies in the Quarrel.
I cannot know.
As you do not know.
I do know, though -
I feel.
So many voices keep telling me what to do,
As I strive to see the sky bright blue.
I sometimes wonder did god ever work so hard,
Or was it for him easy as gardening a backyard?
I've fought my fight till now fair and wild,
I've endured fights of old to a child.
I dunno where I might end up or where I belong,
Just hopes that it would turn up beautiful like this song.
Form:
Every week, my dearest day
is when my buddies and I partake and play
our regular contest of cards.
What's great about codgers and cards
that would make an old duffer's day
and inspire pensioners to play?
I dunno, but I think I will peacefully play
with these jokers, and cut ups, and cards,
and these goofballs till my dying day.
It's our day - time to play cards - goodbye!
Sometimes I just wanna set something on fire
I just wanna let it burn
Sitting around, waiting for the flame to get higher
For lessons to be learned.
Pyromancing illegal? Since when?
I dunno!
But it doesn't matter does it?
How much trouble can I get in?
Ofcourse it matters!
Why else would it be illegal?
I guess this is my lesson to be learned,
Find a better outlet for my aggression.
i had a real morbid day, harry.
i dunno what makes those nauseating thoughts come up.
utterly disgusting
and completely illogical.
no basis in reality.
i think i better think nicer thoughts,
like flowers
and clouds
and dewdrops
and picnics
and seashores,
and please extract the other two sea urchins from my left ear canal.
and harry, thanks for the swell job
on my right ear.
(mar 79)
While I slept , the world kept turning
I dunno why
I just know it to be true
Maybe tonight while I sleep it will stop and I will be carried off into a unknown destination
A place where there is not more self hate
Somewhere where my mind can stop asking questions I have no answer too
Maybe tonight I can find peace
But until then
The world will keep turning
And I will keep wondering why
Form:
there's a bloke i know, who keeps going on
about his bowels
but besides that, i am attempting a poem
which uses meter effectively
you know, so it has rhythm and stuff
and subtle 'feminines' at the end of iambic pentameter
so that it creates something
but i haven't got the time for this
like watching a peter jackson movie, sitting
there
in the cinema, thinking..."i've got stuff to be getting on with."
It's so refreshing to see
Someone else like me
I thought I'd never meet
Somebody like you
You're not just anybody, are you?
You're my saviour
You're my star
To save me
You'd have gone real far
Now it's time
Yeah its time to repay ya
I dunno how but I'll find some way y'all
So keep chopping those verbs
No mincing of words (except the silly swear words rules:)
Cos one bowl of soup
Could feed the whole world.
People ask me,
"Why do you write?"
"Who do you write for?"
I think,
I write for myself,
to vent my emotions
to tell a story
to spread a message
to calm myself
I write for poets,
who enjoy reading
who need inspiration
who like to encourage
who try to find similarity
I write for you,
to tell you how I feel
to send hidden messages
to make you feel good
to show what you meant to me
I say,
"I dunno, I just like to write"
Form:
Just a kid
hardly knew him
Seemed friendly enough
nice smile, he wore
When I last saw him?
Oh, I dunno. Few days ago
He was walkin’ toward the river
come to think of it
Friends. Yeah, one girlfriend
though haven’t seen her lately…
Not much for sports, I don’t think
Kept pretty much to himself, you know
That’s about all I can think of
I’ll be gettin’ along now…