There once was a phantom phone caller
Who rang numbers he hadn't oughta
Some fell for his charms
Some raised the alarm
Now the caller finds he's in deep water.
One day he rang someone that he knew
Thinking that they hadn’t got a clue
They knew who he was
Sent for the police squad
He got locked up as idiots do.
Worse thing about being in a cell
Was being without a phone, it was hell
He twiddled his thumbs
All day and night long
Till his finger digits started to swell.
He cried for he wanted his mother
And also his sister and brother
But they didn’t care
Just left him in there
It couldn’t have been any tougher.
His dad was the only one who cared
“You’ll be out very soon son” he sweared
He climbed the cell wall
But had a big fall
“You’re arrested” an officer declared.
Categories:
twiddled, character, mystery,
Form: Limerick
Giant heart encircles
large and small hearts standing green
squirrels' abode intact.
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Categories:
twiddled, adventure, animal, appreciation, celebration,
Form: Haiku
The pen in my hand,
The ink in my pen,
Sought out the page;
For a place to begin.
With time ticking by,
The frustration set in.
I took a deep breath,
Counting backwards from ten.
When that didn't work,
I twiddled my thumbs.
Then tapping my temple,
Kept searching for crumbs.
It got to the point,
Where I needed a nap.
My eyes grew so heavy,
Dropped pen in my lap.
After startled awake,
It popped in my head.
So called it a day,
And went straight to bed.
Categories:
twiddled, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Lavender smell of Long Beach once more
eclectic vibes suffused the air
sheer curtains twiddled by Gulf breeze
Big sky, green of pines
nostalgia rained supremely pure
irises seventy years strong
Blinding of a blue bird
lightening flashed warnings
rain clouds frolicked with thunder
Valley of fire and ice
flight of a bluebird
the lighthouse as gift.
*
Categories:
twiddled, addiction, adventure, blessing, change,
Form: Haiku
I fold the moonlight into soiled papers
reminding myself of torn dreams which refused
to glide, of hearts that crossed different paths
with such throbbing intrusion and regret.
And like a vagrant of the night, the coal
in the throat licks the danger of a flame
set to walk on fire like burnt ash is to ember,
leaving me scorched when he walks away,
without giving myself that last chance to accept
what the heart needed to reveal all along…
if I can just spill one last tear without pride,
then that inner grief would have a name--
and the movement of our eyes could sing,
far beyond the language of riddled words.
But my pinched voice would not open
as if it twiddled on heated eggshells…
a missing link of what chokes the light.
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One Last Tear Contest for Silent One
2/4/2019
Categories:
twiddled, conflict, pride,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Boardroom Wars and Bar Room Fights
He twiddled with his fingers and looked up at me curiously
I am not going to sign on the dotted line he said
I have worked very hard for this position
I would not give it up so easily
Storming out of the board room he made a dash for the bar room
Ordered his usual, took a swig and went back
He yelled "Fight to the finish!"
The war went on for 10 months from bar room to board room
Until he was finally nailed.. pinned down..check mate..
Game over.
Categories:
twiddled, career,
Form: Prose Poetry
only
one
once
meet me
theirs twice
twiddled thumbs
dunmp'ling'ed rice
homily fun wants
hunts
only one once
?
Categories:
twiddled, allusion, angst, anxiety, art,
Form: Concrete
Our first TV, a Mullard, maybe Murphy, black and white
five minutes for it to warm up, and it smelt of Bakelite,
the back was made of hardboard punched with rows of tiny slots
which cast a reddish glow when all the valves were getting hot.
The space left at the back was there, since I was five years old
to squeeze behind and then adjust the horizontal hold.
The vertical one was a pain as Mum sat with a frown
as I twiddled the knob and watched her head move up and down.
The reward for all my efforts when I got the jumping stopped
was fifteen minutes watching 'Bill and Ben' or 'Woodentops'.
Today it's auto tuning, LCD and big flat screen
with symbols on the bottom edge, still don't know what they mean.
No local man to fix it should the thing pack up and die,
it's Mishti on the phone from a call centre in Mumbai.
The reason there's no picture and the sound quality's poor?
The thing's so light, the Cat has gone and knocked it on the floor.
Categories:
twiddled, technology,
Form: Rhyme
A certain poet said she was thrilled, sitting down
Viewing world of us, mounting PS's platform
yes, she was ecstatic, maneuvering keys
On borrowed time and gadget, she wouldn't leave
A day of family gathering, she stole moments alone
Twiddled with words that led her on and on
Thoughts and smiles were shared, on sheets of white
I was in awe, poetry soup to her was such delight
Coy lioness with Jamaican warmth in her eyes
Her poems found spot in anthologies, undisguised
I Hope she's cooking up her best, sans stress
She would laced exotic smells to Soup fixings, no less
Poets arrive then disappear; but some we worry about
Some refresh our taste buds; so what do we do when they're out?
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Entry for Tony T. Curtis's, 'Where Do Poets Go' contest
Categories:
twiddled, computer, encouraging, mentor,
Form: Couplet
Needled and Twiddled
Have anyone to death you apparently needled?
Until thumbs were worn after being twiddled.
Wow. Jim Horn
Categories:
twiddled, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Intro:
To be a writer such as he, there are none
His work outlasts the best, I’m sure…
…~William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601-
“to hold, as t’ were, the mirror up to nature…”
BROKEN OAK
~*Rispetto/ Miranda Lambert ©*~
Contest: “The Tree”
Written: 04/20/2011
Nestled on scaly plates, known as the White Oak
Pennetly lobed leaves, twiddled between my fingers
While the morning dew, the summer sun did soak
As the aura of this native wood lingers
In the “Y” shaped branches, only I could fit
And hour or two I stay, as luck would have it
Ghastly winds blow my hair, my branch starts to sway
We both come tumbling down, dwindling away
Categories:
twiddled, childhood, nature
Form: Rispetto
I was feeling just fine, or so I reckoned.
As I climbed the spiral staircase to where, I just don't know
I do know that it felt so great.
As I considered my lofty climbing rate.
The steps seemed so soft as though stepping on air.
With nothingness around me as a light whispering wind.
Settled so subtly upon my bare skin.
Where could I, in this spiral be heading.
I only know t'was something I was not dreading.
Red birds did sing out an enchanting tune
that twiddled my mind as flowers did bloom.
Now I felt the likeness of finding the top.
As my mind did awaken and the staircase did stop.
And fantasizing where I had been then realizing the dream
Oh the splendor of resting my eyes in a book.
As my eyes did open and my nap I un-took.
David Gary Pennington
Categories:
twiddled, fantasy
Form: Narrative