"daffy" poems
And I will make sure that if anything were to happen,
It would do little to affect you.
It's not everyday
You find a goose that lays eggs
With speckled jewels and golden flakes
The world is full of incongruity
And there's no doubt about the certainty
That something bad may happen,
And we don't want that, do we?
So listen carefully.
The world is a giant carboniferous spicule
Hanging in a nest of hydroxic gas and particulae
Spinning within the gaps of a blackened dome
Of limitless space and out of control
There is no telling what way it will go
There is no prediction that has fortold
Any number of moments in this tumbling slumber
Between the darkest hell and the further horizon
I so deftly advise you with all certification
To please place your bets and fly by echolocation
Your eyes will mislead, your ears will displease
And there is no way we can refund divine warranties
This machinery
has a half life of quarks
And energies that vibrate into other orbits
Trajectories
Retaining the spin and informative piece
Of that golden goose let loose amongst the canopy
Of dark,
off into neverland, straight on
Till new morning,
Beyond the stars
So please good sir don't migrate away from me
I have so much to give and such pain I have seen
Those that fatten their goose with **** till it quacks,
Those ravenous souls who ate their gift for a snack,
And when life finally cuts them down to their last,
They will howl and yowl and pray that goose back.
This is a game,
Have a good little laugh
Don't waste your time or your money
On a daffy Aflack
Policy that keeps you policed to the earth,
No way to fly,
Stuck in the dirt.
That is no way to live in the dream,
That is no way to let death trickle in
So please, pretty please, make sure you have coverages
And a couple extra dollars in the pocket of those jeans
Wander freely, you great big atomic bomb, you.
Do catastrophic damages and I'll pay your dues.
Ride the road coast to coast,
Fly a bird 'round the world,
Take a truck till you're home,
Find a love you can trust.
Find a place where your egg
And your legs seek nowhere else
Lay down those roots,
It's Eden or bust.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
Leafy ferns and little frogs
Toads live in the garden
Weeds and grass and daffodils
And poop...I beg your pardon
Yes **** is in there from the cat
That roams around the houses
Just pick it out or grind it in
It should be full of mouses (meeces or mice)
There's ceramic figurines in there
Little deers and little dogs
To go along with little stones
And plastic little logs
But, beware the garden gnome
A treacherous beast is he
With evil eyes and long white beard
He is plotting after thee
The garden gnome looks daffy
In his jacket and his hat
But, look deep in the gnomey eyes
And you'll see just where he's at
There's ******* blown from up the road
Candy wrappers and old tins
The neighbor kids are lazy so,
They never throw it in the bins
The cat lies sunning lazily
Beneath a summer sun of gold
With it's job of chasing meeces down
For a while, put on hold
There's ivy, climbing everywhere
And things you can not tell
They got there from the squirrels
But you keep them for the smell
But, beware the garden gnome
A treacherous beast is he
With evil eyes and long white beard
He is plotting after thee
The garden gnome looks daffy
In his jacket and his hat
But, look deep in the gnomey eyes
And you'll see just where he's at
You tend the garden lovingly
Moving figures in and out
You never move the gnomes too much
Too much trouble, I won't doubt
You transplant flowers, move some trees
Cut the weeds back, till the soil
You head inside, the whistle blows
The kettles on the boil
While you are gone, something goes on
The gnomes attack the cat
You come back out, and wonder why
The gnome has lost his hat
yes, beware the garden gnome
A treacherous beast is he
With evil eyes and long white beard
He is plotting after thee
The garden gnome looks daffy
In his jacket and his hat
But, look deep in the gnomey eyes
And you'll see he's looking at the cat!!
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
daffy duck is tired
daffy duck is quacking tired of being drawn
and being scripted
and engineered
into always being a cartoon character;
daffy duck no longer wants to be
daffy duck the cartoon character
daffy duck wants to be a philosopher
which is all quite quacking satisfying
even just to think about
and so daffy duck the philosopher thinks:
*daffy duck thinks, therefore daffy duck is;
but if I, daffy duck do not think I am daffy duck
and renounce all the scripts and the words
and the expectations and the roles;
if I do not think I am daffy duck
I am no longer daffy duck
or, for that matter, any quacking duck*
and so (much to the dismay of loyal fans
who want always to be Daffy Duck Fans)
daffy duck is no more the cartoon character
and becomes daffy duck the philosopher;
and daffy duck the philosopher
thinks himself out of the quacking role
of daffy duck as any quacking duck
or anybody at all
(much to the dismay of loyal fans
who want always to be Daffy Duck Fans)
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 2:34 AM UTC
*This is one of the racier "Memories" poems by the great Barry Hodges, my alter ego.
It might well make you come involuntarily in your ******
How happy was I once with the wind in my hair
Wandering o'er the dales with joyousness unmeasur'd,
In the sweet long passed innocent days of platonic love
When stolen gropes and kiss were to be treasured.
But all good and true things come to a sad close
And my poor first love lies in her grave so sorrowfully
Having been crushed to death by a runaway steamroller
Before I managed to go all the way quite thoroughly.
What a waste of delightful teenage flesh was that
Yet perhaps I had a narrow escape from the derangement
Which might have been mine had our trysting
Led to a semi-permanent matrimonial arrangement.
For I recall one afternoon in the old ABC cinema
In the delighful Yorkshire spa town of Harrogate,
Sitting next to my gorgeous love in the back row,
Exploring her not so very private parts on a hot date.
How I cursed the management's niggardly folly
In not showing a film with hot romantic blood
But saving pathetic pennies by putting on
Daffy ******** Duck and Elmer ******* Fudd.
But yet I perserved with my digital explorations
Unaware that the throbs my fingers felt were no dream
But darling Elsie laughing like a proverbial drain
At Daffy's hilarious anatine adventures on-screen.
'Twas then I began to wonder about the viscous liquid
I had hitherto imagined was Elsie's lovejuice flowing
*(dear, dear reader, cease your perusal of my tale forthwith
if you are of a nervous disposition or prone to food up-throwing)*.
It was only a careful examination of my sopping knuckles
In the dimly lit gents after old Daffy's film was done and dusted
Which revealed that my dearly beloved had leaked
Big time out of both ends, leaving my fingers well encrusted.
O to think that, but for Daffy, I might have been lumbered
With a different kind of bird for whom double incontinence
Was a way of life (thus, the fatal steamroller she encountered
The very next day was a blessing from kindly Providence).
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
BAND concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summer-white dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry blossoms. And gigglers, God knows, gigglers, rivaling the pony whinnies of the Livery Stable Blues.
Cowboy rags and ****** rags. And boys driving sorrel horses hurl a cornfield laughter at the girls in dresses, summer-white dresses. Amid the cornet staccato and the tuba oompa, gigglers, God knows, gigglers daffy with life's razzle dazzle.
Slow good-night melodies and Home Sweet Home. And the snare drummer bookkeeper in a hardware store nods hello to the daughter of a railroad conductor-a giggler, God knows, a giggler-and the summer-white dresses filter fanwise out of the public square.
The crushed strawberries of ice cream soda places, the night wind in cottonwoods and willows, the lattice shadows of doorsteps and porches, these know more of the story.
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Loony Tunes
Bugs Bunny is my favorite rabbit,
watching him became my habit.
He was smart, funny and two steps ahead,
his popularity was very widespread.
His best friend was Daffy Duck,
he never did have the same luck.
Rabbit season, duck season,
rabbit season, duck season,
watching them, I needed no reason.
Speedy Gonzales was so very quick,
this fast mouse was also a *****
Owned his own pizza place,
won a gold metal, at the local rat race.
Yosemite Sam was a short tempered man,
killing Bugs and Daffy was always his plan.
He's a liar, a cheat and a sore loser,
maybe he should have been a drug user.
Tasmanian Devil was a tornado of destruction,
he never needed any kind of introduction.
Foghorn Leghorn never saw a negative situation,
I say, I say boy was his favorite quotation.
Pepe Le Pew was a French skunk,
women loved his smelly *****
Marvin The Martian was from Mars,
his laser gun would leave you with scars.
Tweety was an antagonizing canary,
lived with Granny, and flew like a crafty fairy.
Sylvester was Granny's pet cat,
him and Tweety always went *** for tat.
Road Runner was so very fast,
said beep beep as Wile E Coyote he passed.
Never fell for those Acme supplies,
getting blown up was his ultimate demise.
Porky Pig was just happy to be included,
the, the that's all folks, is how this will be concluded.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
Sweet daffodil
How silly a name
Dances in the mouth
Like our first kiss
Sweet daffodil
Sweetest of them all
My dentist hates me daffodil
All my cavities are from you
Sweet daffodil
How daffy you are
Made me laugh all day
Just like that old show we watched
Sweet daffodil
How I miss your sweet words
And how silly your name is
Fitting for such a silly grave
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
I think it’s actually real this time,
That I'm waking to sweet bird songs,
not the cancerous “Cuck-coo” from some clock at the end of her hall.
When I wake,
I want to see sunlight burning holes in window ledges,
feel the chill flowing down my cheeks
fighting the warmth falling up from my feet.
I want to smell that sick stench that says I stayed out one shot too late,
taste the combination of this and those that feel like trash behind my teeth.
Forget for that brief instant between this and what comes next,
That last night wasn't really love.
That the girl-on-my-right used to be the girl-who-could-ride
that too many drinks plus too many winks leads to "My place?"
No hers.
that too many drinks plus too little cash leads to "Taxi?"
Let’s walk.
That too many drinks plus two a.m. leads to, well,
You know.
Before falling asleep I feel ashamed at forgetting her name
turn on my side, close my eyes, and wait for the Sunrise.
Only to be roused by the of the **** cuckoo at the end hall.
I want to punch Daffy Duck in the face,
break the road-runner’s neck,
introduce Donald to rotisserie,
and tie Tweety to the tail of a cat.
All I think of is rage
I could burn the clock, burn the house, burn... burn out, and pass out.
This morning is real, it feels real, at least the hangover does.
Last night's emotions are technicolor fantasies, only as real as the beak on an animated bird.
The sun slips through the blinds and finds a rainbow trail of clothing,
starting at the door and ending with our own little *** of gold.
I roll out of her arms and slide down that road
turning it into a line of lacy wears.
Sneaking down the hallway I feel the sun’s warmth
and hear the birds chirping, calling me to the door.
Behind me, I hear the cantankerous pretender
crying from his wooden nest on the wall.
His sound almost as sorry as his message,
lamenting he can never break his cycle.
never can wake up and feel
what's actually real.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 4:51 AM UTC
There was an old person of Wilts,
Who constantly walked upon stilts;
He wreathed them with lilies,
And daffy-down-lilies,
That elegant person of Wilts.
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Am I the only one that grew up watching ****** tunes?
I loved those animals much more than the ones in the zoo
Daffy, Bugs, porky, and Elmer Fudd,
got me laughing as a kid, even when I was in a rut.
But my favorite toon, if you couldn't guess
was Wile E. Coyote, and Roadrunner, They to me were the best
Would He ever catch his prey? as a kid I only fashioned a guess
with each and every failed trap, showing the Roadrunner was blessed.
Now to use these two metaphorically
I'll be Wiley, and Roadrunner would be
amour, you see.
Now in every episode I keep trying to pin it down
but just like Wiley, I get blown up, flattened, or otherwise hurt while it roams around
maybe it's fate
or a strange genetic trait
all I know is sometimes living in a cartoon *****
WATCH OUT OF THAT TRU POW!!!!!!!
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
A changing pillow, so soft with its yellowness.
A freshly laid outfit so fresh with the sweet smell of babies.
A cowboy swinging with the joy of Christmas morning.
The aroma of baby powder dancing in the air.
The sound of a fist banging the wall.
A cabinet filled with a collection of toys.
A white Pooh Bear smiling at the chair with cowboys on the side.
A rainforest setting singing italicrock a bye babyitalic.
Tweetie, Sylvester, Bugs Bunny, and Daffy Duck swinging on a merry go round.
The sound of a baby happily talking to angels.
A happy baby laughing as he watches angels dance before him.
I close my eyes and count to three.
I open my eyes.
Never will it be.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 12:55 AM UTC
Proper pushing my luck holding my phone like a flair in the bath,
Protected like rubber but the ducks on it back.
I hear the echoes, confused as it sounds like a quack.
Seems that it's true that they had the last laugh.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
TEDDY PENDERGRAS joined HAROLD MELVIN AND THE BLUENOTES as a drummer and back up singer but his outing baritone as the lead singer as the lead on WAKE UP EVERYBODY and IF YOU DON"T KNOW ME BY NOW caused him to remain in that position before becoming a solo recording artist WHITNEY ELIZABETH HOUSTON started singing lead parts in church her mother CISSY HOUSTON was a back up singer with ELVIS PRESLEY WHITNEY as a solo performer would become known as the VOICE and would produce and star in a number of movies along with putting out chart topping hit after hit like THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL and SAVING ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU TOM JONES a coal miner's son from wales had a very successful AMERICAN variety show with ******* being thrown on stage to wipe his brow as he sang WHAT"s NEW PUSSYCAT and IT"S NOT UNUSUALE ENGELBERT sang I HAD THE LADT WALTZ WITH YOU and one of my favorite singers out of BROOKLYN BARBARA STREISAND belted out of the park the lovely song EVERGREEN and DON"T RAIN ON MY PARADE well like DAFFY DUCK used to say back in the day THAT"S ALL FOLKS
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
Your poetry is daffy; your mind
Is gooey taffy. You rhyme
Like Seuss on ****** –
Your grammar makes disaster
of your ludicrous expounding.
Those rhymes are cheese,
And couplets, please.
You couldn’t find a foundling.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
Devils and mercenaries
Dislocated shoulders
Second hand panic
Static cling
Visions broadening perception
Decrepit linoleum houses
Men in the front yard, *****
Crawling in search of a fix and some pants
Viles of junk, baggies of powder
An unexpected destiny of agony
Forced to dress up to please a higher society
They won’t let me go
With all the information I know
The despicable disciple’s pillars of animosity and distain toward the rebellious over flow
Never a hunter always a prisoner
The bounty is huge for this lone survivor
Two lunatics in a rubber room
One claims to be captain of a magic carpet
The other believes his skin is on inside out
Both sunburned and daffy
Her armada of refusal of failure goes unmatched
Even my resistance is unparalleled to hers
Electric shocks, water torture, brands, beatings, lashings and floggings
My beard is torn from my face
We will not surrender our splendid fascinations of the galaxy for you provincial ideals of pain and suffering to teach the divine path to enlightenment
How sadistic
We both lay silent and prepared
****** and bruised
Devising the slaughter of their brutal oppressive cult
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
O sappy daffy incongruous frog
Waiting for a beauty queen
to be kissed by
to turn to a prince in your dream
You want some lessons
on art?
You want some lessons
on art?
then come to me
For ye it’s gonna be for free!
Oh come to me
I can teach you how to read
Poetry
in manners that are non-slurpy
and slimy
As your automatic long tongue
I be a friend and a lover and a teacher
For the manifesto of our Love
We’ll read as loud as we can with our combined reptilian heart
Let’s shout until we silence
Let’s shout until we can be heard
as and by and for the silence of the spirit
Without defining
Gentleness
to be assigned to any poetry
Let’s trespass these fake borders
of the image of our predefined
Body
in our
As boring as can be
shells
made of the phrase
Only clever birds sing it as:
“This has been done already”
before
Your shout would silence
My Palpating heart
Please do not misunderstand my
Love word
and traditionalize
As mushrooms grow
Under rotten
Floors
Of urban flats
or lies
Like
La la la lies
and pathetize
Yes Pathetize
my words
Without understanding what they’d truly mean
When words
Combine to a phrase with the spirit
Truth shouts
but not the cynic
Like a poisonous
Venomic-Tonic
Made of the scared sound of your blood
which should have instead been sacred
by the earnest of our lovership
and
Without any of your definitions of poetic
You shout
You shout like politics
Which is meaningless
For true ears
A defined silence
has no power to trespass
Boundaries of conditioned
aesthetics of your
Learned poetry
Let's dare to read love now
As plain and clear and straight
As can the truth of hearts be
without the need of any gelatinous stickers
or the chess board tattooed
Along the skin softness of
our sitting bones
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
Behind my eyes, you're all I see
Golden orange, little tabby
I scramble for the words to say
But they all just seem to melt away
You make me fly
You get me high
With lips and eyes that smile so
Make it seem as if you glow
Soft and sweet, like laffy taffy
Cartoon cat you are so daffy
Delicious kisses, artsy boy
You've come to bring me so much joy
My candy addiction
You seem like fiction
Burning nights away with you
Wake to find the dreams were true
***
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
Hinky Jinky, Stinky Pinky
The One Percent will play.
Squirrely Shirley Hurly Burly
In the full light of day.
Hop them, bop them;
You can’t stop them.
They’re never going away.
Crying, trying, always lying,
They count on your ignorance.
Hinky Jinky, Stinky Pinky
Wham bam, thank you man.
Daffy, laffy, slappy happy.
What’s the hap? What’s the plan?
Cooked books, buncha crooks.
Loosie, goosey, where’s the noosey?
Flakey, fakey, jump in the lakey.
Take and take, oil of snake,
How much of this can good people take?
Scream and shout, let it all out
Stick it, we’ll show up and picket
You’ll try to trick it, we’ll buy you a ticket
On a rail, feathered, or off to jail.
Subliminal criminals, sentences too minimal
We’ll feel best if you and the rest must
Sell your houses and cars from behind bars.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
What comes to mind when they say "Disney"?
All the mysteries and Mickey in my epiphany
Aladdin got stuck in the cave and found the lamp
Huey, Dewey and Louie all are out in a camp
When daffy is about to lose control for daisy
Goofy woke up and walked like if its all hazy
Pluto never knows it has a planet on his name
Still it doesn't leave Mickey even being all lame
When Cinderella lost her shoe and ran away
Rapunzel meanwhile got her hair taken away
Timon said "Hakuna Matata it means no worries"
When Simba found Nala, Timon got insecurities
Peter Pan came from Neverland and saw Wendy
Seeing them fly together in childhood was trendy
Hercules got Meg and showed off his muscles with a wink
Hades made her pawn and Hercules found it was a fling
Canine Superstar Bolt thought he was the real deal
When camera stopped rolling,he began to squeal
Pooh with honey and Christopher on journey
Tigger bounces and Owl pretends to be an attorney
A witch with Poisoned apple got her sleeping
On seeing, the dwarfs couldn't stop weeping
Alice got over her fears
Dumbo got used to his ears
All the Kids got mesmerized by the fun
Its Disney, from which you dont wanna run
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
TEDDY PENDERGRAS joined HAROLD MELVIN AND THE BLUENOTES as a drummer and back up singer but his outstanding baritone voice as the lead on WAKE UP EVERYBODY and IF YOU DON'T KNOW ME BY NOW caused him to remain in that position before going on to become a solo recording artist WHITNEY ELIZABETH HOUSTON started singing lead parts in church her mother CISSY HOUSTON was a back up singer with ELVIS PRESLEY as a solo performer would become known as THE VOICE and would produce and star in a number of movies along with putting out chart topping hits like THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL and SAVING ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU TOM JONES a coal miner's son from WALES had a very successful AMERICAN variety show with ******* being thrown on stage ,in later years he would be knighted as sir TOM at career peak TOM JONES sang WHAT"S NEW PUSSYCAT and IT"S NOT UNUSAL ENGELBERT sang AFTER THE LOVE IS GONE and I HAD THE LAST WALTZ WITH YOU and one of my favorite singers out of BROOKLYN BARBARA STREISAND belted clear even notes out of the park with the lovely song EVERGREEN and DON"T RAIN ON MY PARADE well like DAFFY DUCK used to say back in the day THAT"S ALL FOLKS
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
Lilacs and lilies
Daffy-down-dillies
Sugar-sweet sap
Softly dripping tap;
Gardening in the sweet moonlight
My silken roses red
Jasmine curly white
Watering garden beds
Full of life.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
not sure how this goes... but it went.
it went south and bent my knee and troubled glum
the fuchsia ringlets of my armoured pollywogs.
my unkissed toad. my croaking need.
it kept no secret sacred.
we are long gone. and more long writhing in vinegar and damp spruce.
we juice the dessicated fruits of our laborious orchards.
and chant useless news at light speed
to hasten darkness. to clip wings.
we jeer at the summer of our lush coins. we spend time
but gain none. and such is our abattoir.
our fatted calf, gasping in the gears of our industry -
choking on the floral arrangement
of our daffy deal.
all metaphors are five fingered. lesser hands are not god's.
joy stumbles in the ruin of our naked ambition -
as hell abides. we sum the minus signs and add zero.
at odds.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
those plus one or two
wait
monkey kicks god speaks Jesus Christ saw himself through the TV
smiling in the shade of a
now cut
said so,
genetic disorder
- they will lie to you -
(2) my dear your sight has lead me, helped me, still
i continue
teach me to speak, correctly
again,
consciousness is a said thing,
inevitably inevitable;
See what I mean?
- // It's best we don't try anymore
(3)
I'd rather pick you up, drive you around
we used to
So Much fun
laugh it off, laugh it off
Sometimes at 4 in the morning, four
a variety of flavors, a green thumb tack stuck to the wall
said memories Given to you through
Ferris Bueller,
Ferris bueller
watch Ferris Bueller on your next day off
daffy duck wrote this off
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC