"caboodle" poems
If wishes were fishes,
I'd have a whole bunch.
Swimming in fishbowls,
Awaiting their lunch.
If wishes were french fries,
I'd have a caboodle.
Frying in the skillet,
To feed to my poodle.
If wishes were colors,
I'd have a rainbow.
Coloring the world,
In hues of magenta and mango.
If wishes were flowers,
I'd have a garden full.
Showing their pretty faces,
And smelling of taffy pull.
If wishes were mine,
I'd hand out a dozen.
To every girl and boy,
To each uncle and cousin.
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 1:06 AM UTC
I Love The Discipline…
I love the discipline of form and meters.
Crummy, yummy twitterings
To turn a base, base/superficial
Into something interstitially aesthetic, helpful.
What it is that gives this gift I’ll never know,
But there it is – a discipline addictive;
A dictation from below;
Not just adding to an increase in IQ,
Nor the storehouse of expressing,
Nor of word when crossword puzzling;
No, a serendipity with aspects heavenly.
A guzzling from an endless well of secret knowledge,
Sacred knowledge for the few.
But earthy too.
Anyway, as we of poet’s tree like saying,
When you find an impulse that you can’t resist,
Don’t, you hear, anti-resist,
But kissed by It
Continue till the whole caboodle* springs your noodle**
And the lights go out.
I Love The Discipline…4.13.2018 The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative III, Arlene Corwin
*caboodle |kəˈboōdl| (also kaboodle)
noun (in phrase the whole caboodle or the whole kit and caboodle) informal
the whole number or quantity of people or things in question.
ORIGIN mid 19th cent. (originally U.S.): perhaps from the phrase kit and boodle, in the same sense (see kit 1 , boodle ).
** noodle 2
noun informal
a stupid or silly person.
• a person's head.
New Oxford American Dictionary
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
Obtusely overt and contusionally obscene,
boy I feel like being mean.
Rip its face off, shove it up its nose,
be a raven in a flock of crows.
Be a bad *** savage brutal,
why I'll even throw in the kit and caboodle.
Feral phrenic frenzied ****
with immaculate mule kit blues aimed ****
One for all and all for one,
we're all moving to Fullerton.
Where the lecherous lothario lout,
is no longer libido liaison's tout.
Fecund cogent liberating exigence,
do you get it or are you dense?
Pique puissant piquant quintescence,
have you all learned your lessons?
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
A Game of superior gametes,
My 46ers in the race to conceive
A business/economic Theory of Warfare
To guarantee/certify myn own survival
For my 23ers --> The Olympic Swimmers!
If the potentiality of Life in the Multi-verse
Is obviously a sure thing,
Then it's Intelligent Life-forms
That are the abnormally; an abomination
To an empty Entity interested only in
Inflicting pain and suffering and misery to the Masses;
Perhaps justifiably, perhaps not...who cares?
It's not Nature's way --> She is indifferent,
But not unaware of One species
Destroying essential habitat for no lasting reward.
She is here now - be careful! We need
To re:think our primary endeavours;
Let's try to ameliorate the damage;
Conserve what little's left whilst
Not foreclosing the whole kit and caboodle:
Sustainable resourcing without guilt.
A Quadruple bottom line, with a different foci -->
People and Environment over Time and Wherewithal.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
Obtusely overt and contusionally obscene,
boy I feel like being mean.
Rip its face off, shove it up its nose,
be a raven in a flock of crows.
Be a bad *** savage brutal,
why I'll even throw in the kit and caboodle.
Feral phrenic frenzied ****
with immaculate mule kit blues aimed ****
One for all and all for one,
we're all moving to Fullerton.
Where the lecherous lothario lout,
is no longer libido liaison's tout.
Fecund cogent liberating exigence,
do you get it or are you dense?
Pique puissant piquant quintescence,
have you all learned your lessons?
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
When I was a child
they let me run wild
but soon chores
and schoolwork
and clothing
were piled
and lest I forget
parental laws set
my freedom
the ruler
and routine
defiled.
Take all my blues
and send me away
"Your time is coming",
she said, " one fine day"
Inside I'd be singing
that simple refrain:
"and I'll never be back here,
EVER AGAIN!"
If somebody told me
I'd wind up back home
I'd reckon them crazy
and slam down the phone.
Got a couple of years
now to pay of this loan
and a couple beers
down I'd sit and I'd moan
in spite of my troubles
in spite of my own
in spite of the fact
that I'm thin as a bone
In time I will harvest
the seeds that I've sown
I am not goin' back there
So LEAVE ME ALONE!
But one day back here
I did surely arrive
my kit and caboodle
five-oh Barton Drive
reluctantly settled
back into the hive
for no other way
I could see to survive...
Well to be sure
this is just how it goes
tonight I caught Dad
folding up all my clothes
He makes sure I have eaten
and socks on my toes
And of course all my business
everyone knows!
I've ransacked the bedroom
and clogged up the pipes
Let down my hair
aired all my gripes
Reliving my teens
never one of those types
and finally come clean
that I LOVE Wesley Snipes.
Thanks Mom and Dad
for all your direction
you hold up the fort
and offer correction
I've not always taken
your timely advice
Resented the hair cut
in the midst of the lice.
You know me quite well
I'm one bitter pill
but I love you now
and so I always will
and when the door opens
and I take my leave
on me arm I'll be wearing
a damp snotty sleeve.
I thank you both
for taking my crap
for all of your years,
never seen such a sap
once sense and stability
I can regain
I'll never be back here
EVER AGAIN!
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
The white couple coiled like a bundle
The black couple day to day in swindle
The orange couple in a painful trundle
The red couple in a forceful swaddle
Coupled colours in wheedle
Coupled colours in griddle
Coupled colours in dwindle
Coupled colours in twiddle
The vows vented rekindled
The vows verified straddled
The vows verily canoodled
The vows vanquished! Befuddled
Coupled colours in caboodle
Coupled colours in en-kindle
Coupled colours in en-girdle
Coupled colours in unsaddle
Red, green, yellow, white, blue and black
All couples are coloured by a colour mark
It’s either you pray or park
It’s either you are lit or dark
All marriages are represented by colour
You either chose an orange one, so healthy, or a yellow one so pallor
You can go for the dark one, were all is head by the jailer
Or the red one were all is patched and knitted by the tailor
It’s your choice
To flip flop the dice
It’s your choice
To nut the dice
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:44 AM UTC
Our English language? A curious thing!
Hammers don't ham and fingers don't fing,
Grocers don't groce and ushers don't ush,
And why is a rear called a toosh, not a ****
What is the plural of mitt? Is it mitten?
And what's a caboodle if there is no kit'n?
Do women count coins when they go through their change?
Is all lucre filthy? Are bedfellows strange?
You can't have the willie, the heebee or jitter,
And patter is noisy unless it's with pitter.
If a guy's queer, is he gay or just odd?
And if a girl's skinny, is she still a "broad"?
Can you do a flip? That's an interesting word...
Flip a house or a pancake or even a bird!
You'd never say fum without fee, fi or foe,
And why do we go to the bathroom... to go?
Slim chance or fat, they are one and the same,
And **** can be naughty unless it's your name!
So if you love words and you don't take them lightly,
You'll find by and by that you can-can write rightly!
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/war-of-the-words#ixzz35Z943NKD
Family Friend Poems
Our English language? A curious thing!
Hammers don't ham and fingers don't fing,
Grocers don't groce and ushers don't ush,
And why is a rear called a toosh, not a ****
What is the plural of mitt? Is it mitten?
And what's a caboodle if there is no kit'n?
Do women count coins when they go through their change?
Is all lucre filthy? Are bedfellows strange?
You can't have the willie, the heebee or jitter,
And patter is noisy unless it's with pitter.
If a guy's queer, is he gay or just odd?
And if a girl's skinny, is she still a "broad"?
Can you do a flip? That's an interesting word...
Flip a house or a pancake or even a bird!
You'd never say fum without fee, fi or foe,
And why do we go to the bathroom... to go?
Slim chance or fat, they are one and the same,
And **** can be naughty unless it's your name!
So if you love words and you don't take them lightly,
You'll find by and by that you can-can write rightly!
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
Why do people die?
Why do I get cold?
What makes air air?
Why do we get old?
My child asks these questions
And I don't want to look dumb
So, being a good father
I say..."Go and ask your mom"
How many is infinity?
How can birds fly?
Where do babies come from?
Why do people lie?
Sometimes I can tell them things
That I know they might believe
I don't do it all the time though
I just do it so they'll leave
Questions from the children
Make me seem quite dumb
I always tell them half truths
Then I send them to their mom
She tells them she's busy
And they come back to see me
I guess we'll learn together
I hope they can teach me
Why are clouds so puffy?
Why is water wet?
What's a kit and caboodle?
How do you place a bet?
I love it when they ask me
It shows they want to know
Exactly why things happen
And what makes most things go
What is the moon made of?
Is it really cheese?
I get questions like this daily
Why do people sneeze?
There's one that I can't answer
My daughter wants to know
When I make my morning toast
Where does my bread slice go?
Questions from the children
Make me seem quite dumb
I always tell them half truths
Then I send them to their mom
She tells them she's busy
And they come back to see me
I guess we'll learn together
I hope they can teach me
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Everything I've had
Nothing to compare
You think you understand
Zero comprehension
One day
Or night
You'll realise
Too much pressure
Purity overload
Forever is an understatement
Once in an existence
Cogs that can only turn each other
None before
None after
Everything and nothingness
Speed of light
Heaviness beyond weight
Unable to find
Will never lose
Vows meaningless
Words exempt
Clarity withal
Within
Without
Ying v yang
Noun; very strong liking
Affection
Appreciation
Devotion
Emotion
Fondness
Friendship
Infatuation
Lust
Passion
Respect
Yearning
The whole caboodle
Love. You.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 8:57 PM UTC
I haven't been out to dinner for quite sometime
and an Asian tasting meal would have me happy of rhyme
this Saturday I shall dine at a Chinese eatery
and this is the meal which will be served to me
The First Course...
4 mini spring rolls will do nicely for the entree course
they shall be bought to the table with some dipping sauce
The Second Course...
steamed duck and mushrooms and soft noodles
this will be a perfect kit and caboodle
The Desert...
a fried ice cream ball with banana I'll savor
it will be jam packed with lots of flavor
To Top The Meal Off
piping hot green tea
garnished with a little honey
I've made a booking at the restaurant at last
twill be nice to partake of a delicious Chinese repast
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
Never Am I Rough
Seldom Am I Ready
Keep It In The Middle
Always Holding Steady
That's The Way It's Been
Since I Remember When
If You Haven't Caught On By Now
I'll Explain Again
I Hold On When It's Smooth
Hang On When It's Tight
If You Haven't Heard The News
This Is How I Handle Life
At Any Given Moment
On Any Given Day
This Is Where It Is
And All I've Got To Say
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 6:50 AM UTC
night travel has come to its end
I slept through a good portion of it
and a good portion of today
Now I havnt a clue wherebouts
we are star wise for all I know
the whole caboodle blew up
and I am just some weird leftover
a kind of cosmic chatter fading
slowly on the backscreen of a
video tape recorded for an alien
to find spinning away around a
star system that no longer exists
ah well real or not it will be night time
again soon even in a place no longer
visible the other side of Armageddon
and sleeping is sleep wherever
the human race may find itself
a kind of foreshadowing.....
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
3 months old little Paddle began to change
His fluffy yellow feathers rearranged
His new feathers silvery brown exchanged
A little taller in stature, neck now long
Mrs. Fiddle and Mr. Faddle waddle doddle
Little paddle, full of **** and vinegar
full throttle singing a song
One fine day his family got larger, they say
Mrs. Toodles, and Mr. Doodles and their
3 triplets aunt, uncle cousins, arrived today
Doodle , Caboodle, and Scoodle Triplets
The girls walking and talking liplets
The triplets Doodle, Caboodle,Scoodle and little Paddle scurry flurry off to play
Mrs Fittle, Mr Faddle, Mrs Tootle, Mr. Doodle between them not much to say
Frazzled and dazzled, caring for their offspring each day
The geese parents getting older
The Young gaggle of geese growing bolder
As the weather grew colder?
The familys stay away from the flock
Each day time takes away the ever changing clock
Both parents know one thing fear the dock
The first snippet and tip it good weather
No longer needing those thick feathers like a sweater
The sweet smell of flowers, hang in the air, lilac, and Heather
It’s time to learn how to Fly
The gaggle of geese begin to nervously cry
Trying to lift off the ground their parents
Not a sound, cautiously, look around
Keep trying, encourage, parent geese flying
Take a run for the sky lift off high battle cry
The exquisite excitement is in the air
Feathers to and fro flailing everywhere
The triplets hover lovers without a care
Little paddles Svelte feathers show a tare
Slowly draft drifted Earth bound
A shaky *** slump, defeated down
Mrs. Fittle, and Mr. Faddle right behind
Little paddle’s battle to stay in the air
Incidence grew in intensity with Care
The truth his feathers were just not ready
Sadly madly he wanted to soar not steady
His wings too small it was not his time
The hardest lesson is being left behind
Little paddle’s glorious day will come
He will gleefully glide, in the big blue sky
With Mrs. fiddle and Mr. Faddle closely by
Jun 2, 2024
Jun 2, 2024 at 12:53 AM UTC
I remember it all,
that feeling,
right from the start,
dreadful to say the least –
you call yourself a friend,
and stab with envy,
not once, not twice,
but umpteen,
A liar who calls names,
A maniac who finds peace in it,
A cheat with a thirst for attention,
A freak who hasn’t yet realized —
you own none & never will,
A nefarious who under the pretense of help
expects *******
Don’t you see, don’t you descry–
I see it all,
the evilness behind the smirk,
the cabal behind the kind gesture,
the mask behind which you hide the whole caboodle.
Today as it slips wide in the open,
I pity you,
I loathe you as you feel superior in other’s melancholy,
my tears don’t signify my weakness,
they ratify my regret of ever knowing you.
my tears don’t imply I lost my fight to you,
they justify your ignominy in the name of friendship.
my tears don’t involve you calling names,
for they anguish staying silent,
and not unmasking you sooner.
For you presuming otherwise,
is just mocking your own morale.
As you try to get closer,
I drift further,
as you push me to the edge,
I pick taking a fall,
than stay with you up there.
I feel sorry, you don’t yet realize,
you dug your own slump,
It was time people knew the real you,
It was time I realize my reticence was worth it,
It was time when truth won over myth,
It was time you debarked to where you started,
It was time you would see, what you have done all this while,
to hurt none but yourself,
and lived nothing but a lie.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC