Going lower and lower… and this time I know about it. But instead of fighting I’m just watching myself go down the rabbit hole.
It’s waiting for you Alice. The hare and hatters party. But when I arrive at the table there’s nothing but crumbs ans cold pot of tea.
Cheshire Cat isn’t smiling, and the flowers aren’t in bloom. In fact it’s gloomy today not a golden afternoon.
No playing croquet with queen of hearts and the roses are actually red. No deck of cards to paint with white, and the tweedles they are dead.
Walking through wonderland without an ounce of hope.
Then I see caterpillar choking on a lung full of smoke.
Being stuck down the rabbit hole is one of my biggest fears… then I hear the whispers “we’re all mad here”.
Categories:
tweedles, emotions, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Peacock Poppy, unearthed from the ground
Many did he copy, the robin’s way around
Many tweedles did he tweet–more than any other bird
Poor Peacock Poppy just wanted to be heard
Peacock Poppy, fluttering with sound
His wings so floppy, they hardly speak a pound
Many clouds did he circle–more than any other preen
Poor Peacock Poppy just wanted to be seen
Peacock Poppy, clawing a meal he found
His prey still fresh, all plump and round
Many birds did he lure in–more than his flock alone
Poor Peacock Poppy just wanted to be known
Categories:
tweedles, animal, anti bullying, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
HOW MUCH MORE
The ocean skies strike again
bathing the ground all day,
slithery and of polka leaves
crashed by wild and woolly,
wailing Western winds... Break!
Even the trees are trembling,
Rattling in silence scream
as their branchlets slowly fall.
The tweedles I heard are protests
as birds rush! Rush for shelter!
How much more is the man,
I saw in the street?
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By: Olive Eloisa Guillermo -Fraser
December 30, 2015 @3:40 pm
Categories:
tweedles, community, environment, people, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
rushing rapturous rhapsody
I heard since morning light
bathe the dried earth afresh
tumbling on burgeon swells
bulging to bubble breathe
an intoxicating balm, spice
waking sombre sojourners'
sighs ~ ah!
amidst a floating fragrances
tweedles of birdies romping
and so are giggles of chaps
dancing, playing, prancing
the skirt of trees bow languid
tired from onslaught winds
arms weak they fracture a few
yet standing still, up
High! ~
Categories:
tweedles, beauty, bird, earth, garden,
Form: Verse
Said Tweedle Dee to Tweedle Dum
Perhaps the time has finally come,
For us to pick out different names,
And stop our playing at childish games.
Dum was sure that he couldn’t agree more,
And the reason was far too big to ignore.
Having names that made people delirious,
Meant that no one ever took them too serious.
So they decided that neither would speak
Until they met on the coming week
And then the two would happily share
The names that each would pick for the pair.
Then said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee,
What names have you picked for you and me?
Whatever they are I will protest
As the names I’ve chosen I’m sure are the best.
Said Dee to Dum if that’s the case
Let’s share the names face to face.
Standing nose to nose Dum said to Dee
Let’s say them both on the count of three.
And when the count was said and done,
They both said Tweedles Dee and Dum.
It seems Dum had wished to be Dee,
And the opposite went for Dee you see.
So now they are happy with their names,
And they’re playing again at childish games.
The choice they made you must agree
Was the perfect solution for Dum and Dee.
Categories:
tweedles, funny,
Form: Light Verse
“Tweedle, my dear, are you Dee or Dum?”
“I’m neither Dum nor Dee, but Doo, you see”
“I’ve never heard of Doo; of the Tweedles that is”
“Well I’m Doo, and I do say so to you”
“For I am the third offspring of the Tweedles
I don’t like needles or crunchy beetles
Though I do like toffee much better than coffee
And I love to scuba while playing the tuba”
“The twins, Dum and Dee, often forget about me
They are like one mind, body, and soul you see
They tease as they please and cause me to sneeze
With tricks up their sleeves, they don’t eat their peas”
“No stories of me you’ll ever read
Yes, indeed, I am the bad seed in need
Of a normal home, a pocket comb, a friend that is
not a garden gnome
To love me is easy, not cheesy or leaving you
feeling queasy”
“Dee and Dum had their fifteen minutes of fame
Now my name, Tweedle the same, I’ve got no shame
This Tweedle Doo begs of you, not to bid him an adieu
I am yours, open your doors, I promise not to snore”
“I am never Dum or Dee, just me
Little brother Doo wants to come home with you
I’ll always be a Tweedle who doesn’t like needles
But love you forever this younger Doo will do”
Categories:
tweedles, funnyme, love, me,
Form: Rhyme