"diddly" poems
Euphony * the quality of being pleasing to the ear, especially through a harmonious combination of words; making a phonetic change for ease of pronunciation
Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickory, dickory, dock
Trickery, diddly, rot,
This Diddy's life poems rhymed not,
The boys and girls all booed,
Your poetic life thumbs-down *******
Trickery, diddly, rot
sipped his morning coffee.
thoughts about mortality and mean
saw what wanted not to be, the unseen,
trickery, diddly, rot,
brain refrain, relief not,
the **** clock ticking,
the mouse laughing,
at his euphonious nonsense
he wept for being found out,
the noises in the house
joined in
all mocking with accusations
***you phony, us,
you, phony us***
another work day ended as it begun,
or began to end
teach felt
herself
for felt
tipped pen reach,
inky dinky in the dockers it flowed,
now I am red-tro-graded,
bold letter, no fading,
F
for failing
to phony us
slipped his head under the water,
but the words auditory
and most un laudatory
feared not a drownery,
followed him down
under
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
*why do people always pain themselves to write as if they could ever be understood, when so few read them, and even a fewer number care to understand? and why do so many ably bodied ******* themselves with writing? why have they lost the taste for fresh air and instead chose a wheelchair that writing is?*
in legal terms - are you implying a play on synonyms or
just simply stating: d'uh, i don't know what
that means? ah, a limitation on the vocabulary,
an atypical symptom of lawyers - when socrates attacked
eloquence per se, he also defeated himself
by ensuring law abided by the law of highest eloquence,
and the rabble got diddly-squat, his attack on rhetoricians
lost the prowess of attracting debased educators
with himself the most debased educator:
and instead attracted lawyers... thus the law of the eloquent,
rather than the rubric of the least eloquent...
lost an eye for an eye, lost a mouth with it too...
i rather be fed eloquence and education
and coarseness to equally educate
than be fed a justice fed by eloquence alone,
because if this is to be the equilibrating case,
then serving justice will just be a case of speaking
in a satin tongue of readied rhetoric
as justice so called,
and when speaking in a coarse tongue
no justice will be made applicable...
i rather be educated by someone in a coarse tongue
than be brought to justice by someone in an eloquent tongue,
i rather not be educated by someone in an eloquent tongue /
i rather be brought to justice by someone in a coarse tongue
(the mob),
at least the coarse tongue is well equipped to
address the many who require educating,
unlike the eloquent tongue equipped to
address itself and itself alone, rather than addressing
the jury who blindly pass judgement, because
the lawyer's tongue is not in the mouth of the defendant
but in the lawyer's mirror of social strata of respectability
appearing so guiding, kindly tying a bow-tie of applause.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
The universe confounding, plans of mice, and men
it's not confined to where, just events, of how, and when
Fate throws a monkey wrench, into all cogs, and gears
destroying the machinery, confirming doubts, and fears
Murphy was an optimist, I've hear that said before
offered up the obstacles, blocking all, and any open doors
The wreckage and destruction, will never be forgot
plans that yielded nothing, amount too, diddly-squat
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
She breathes fire burning everyone with her words for fun. And just when you think that she’s stopped, you’ll soon realise that she’s only just begun. Oh dragon lady, won’t you ever stop? No, don’t you dare have another pop. For I can be much harsher than you, you won’t want to see what I can do. So come on then, what have you got? I already know the answer, it is diddly squat.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
The poetic hands shake and wrattle
and roll
move move move move move move move move
please do
They dream to type and dance and write
a merry trail
they tapped and diddly dapped along with
the pet moose
who ran after a goose and left left left left left left left
right after
the chance I got to see him lasted a squirrels second
wait a minute
don’t leave me mr. moose
but he was in love with a pet goose.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 8:05 PM UTC
The water in the sink is an ocean
To be conquered by explorers
The explorer is You
Deep sea diving for lost treasure
Pots, pans, a cup for measure
The soap and I will conquer you
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 5:15 PM UTC
Many a song has been written about the girl
Stating how the sweet love of two will unfurl
How beautiful she is outside and under cover
She means the world to the one who loves her
There's a song,
That beautifully describes your cognitive thrill
It's by a band called Cypress Hill
And it goes,
*"Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain"*
Because if you think I'm masquerading as two
There's something not quite right about you
Yes, there was a closeness of friendship new
But that didn't mean there was anything true
There was none of that other business mind
I think you'll see I'm not that way inclined
Your jealousy and spitefulness has to conclude
Your insanity is venomous and beyond rude
There's nothing, I repeat nothing, wise about you
When you present so many lies about you
You wouldn't know how to be a child of the Lord
You wouldn't know diddly about The Word
You can sit in church and praise all day long
It don't make you a Christian singing that song
Any less than sitting in a garden on my ****
Makes me blossom, I'm not the **** rosebush
You need to be locked away and kept an eye on
That acidity burning inside is what you'll die on
Your dissecting of the human soul by half
Now has me shaking my head
At how sad you are instead
It's not funny, but you gotta laugh
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
Diddly doo, diddly dee, diddly sleepy
From kava tea, diddly will be with
Family.
Diddly do
Diddly did
The tea is warm
Sweet reminisce!
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Tension builds on the western front
The Slopes moan in horrific altitude
Sorry to break the news.
Tension slaps the western
Face, the soil is moldy
The planets forming in ghastly trace.
Everyone knows it though noone sais it.
We're doomed, keeping a shotgun on the side keeping the suns
Memory in my mind, I've got a bunker, trust me, its better then bombs and gloom. I have come to the diddly widdly conclusion, I wont be trapped on the governments map, I won't be
In confusion. They'll bring us delusion, pin others against mothers, the west has seen this coming a long time comin. Lock and load boys, let the second amendment be kept to its name, light the matches, light the torches, darkfall will plague our land, were already plagued. Many things to be staged, farmhands are losing their lands, ranches are being stolen, golden tongues from hypocritical bums, will make some dumbed in conclusion. This old flesh will stay loosened, knock knock who's there? Gramps! Get out#theres noone here.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
A candle is grazing in the snow,
Come and have a look, you never know.
Look, it’s cute, it’s got something to show.
You horrid filthy disgusting little piece of ****
What did it do? Are you going to go?
Do you really want to know?
Tough! I’m not telling diddly squat!
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 2:15 AM UTC
We don't have time to live,to die or even give living a try,so what's it all about and why or what are we here for anyway?
In the year dot when God had a soft spot for Adam and Eve who didn't believe in anything at all and before Eve's fall from grace,there was a place to be in harmony and not some grotty dump like today where we pump our misery,carried away by tanker truck and no one seems to give a,
hard luck story's ten a penny.
Where are you Maud?
we came into the garden at three and now it's time for afternoon tea,has it come to pass that you'll be found in the long grass with some son of a gun?
'come into the parlour' said the fly,I don't know why because fly's don't talk and neither do I.
I walk through dormitories thinking long bed rows of stories and sleep in paper boats which float me on high seas,high teas,no Maud.
Which all amounts to diddly squat,slightly more than what I've got and what I've seen,
but I have been to London and I have seen the Queen who stole the tarts,while Jack was busy stealing young girls hearts,
and all my life is one cartoon,one dimension,oh but soon, there are inventive men who'll wrap me round a reel again and off I'll go.
A push and pull me,random figure on a top,spinning circles into carpets 'til I stop and pop goes one more weasel,
written on the board in chalk which in turn is stood upon the,Lord have mercy,save me from this nourishment,
Maud lent me her key,where is Maud? it's time for tea.
The men in coats come down for me,they're as nice as nice as nice men can be and work in the infirmary attached to the asylum.
I'll be back.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:49 AM UTC
sickle say sigh
****** stars of showers
diddly hum drum bye
bickering baths of twilight
talkatalkatalktalk
moongazing goons
chewing on chalk
hubba hubba
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
a half-baked ******
copper-skinned
diddly-squat!
a camel-jockey -
and i am
spat!
copper-nuance -
and then, a *******
browny.
truce with squint asiatic
calls for being fidgety...
bubbly blue:
peter fetishist square army branding...
corpus tattoo!
and that's leder...
in the koran...
that's pig less palette
and more shoelace...
i mean:
pig froth shoe...
rather than:
********** karma: brevity ****
and when god was worshipped,
man said: pig's crew
and i used Aztec tongues
for shoelaces...
Machiavelli in Egypt...
hating bacon
and everything's a rainbow.
return to: a shoe.
then again that allahu akbar...
pigs are dried-out prunes...
so are shackles,
belts... and a whipping cult...
and other stratas of glue...
loss convening: satirical bacon.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
I'm the old man who can't tell time any more
what lies ahead. Any way he tells it,
what he'll tell it is always
how he's become more or less himself,
less the more. He sits
a broken dish
down, and watches the hours run off
the end of his spoon. It's the same way,
the exact same way
his medicine slops, when he tries to
stop his palsied hand from pouring it. Oh, how
he'd like to run
off or away or on and on about it
after learning the moon doesn't turn
blue waiting for her cow. She turns her face for you
not to see her giggle
at the thought of how a cow might plummet.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
Here I lie in the silence of the clock
Sitting there without a tick or a tock
What gives it the right to flick away my life
So rich yet so full of strife
Here I lie in the quiet of the night
Not giving an inch in the fight
So cold in the darkness around my bed
Yet I’m roasting so I know I ain’t dead
All I can see is the dripping of time
All I can do is sit here and rhyme
It’s not my fault I can’t sleep
I know in the morning it’ll make me a creep
All of the time wasted doing diddly squat
Is more of my life that is down and shot
I can’t help that I like to sleep in
I try and try but I can’t seem to win
Even with coffee to get me through the day with a fight
Later I’ll still be here staring into the night
Even with all the fun that God pokes
It’s easy to laugh at life’s little jokes
I know it’ll happen to me what happened to the pope
The fact it’s not here gives me some hope
That I’ll live a full life and get some sleep
But as it is said, words are cheap
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:49 AM UTC
The traditional pattern
of a set to for Nomark is this:
against the backdrop of the giant grift
perpetrated by the grand smug *****
he firmly grasps the wrong end of the stick
which, to be fair, is waved at him enough
A poster child for impotent rage
he’ll berate the checkout staff
about a voucher that’s either expired
or, mired in labyrinthine small print,
doesn’t amount to a free diddly squat
Without the words, the means,
the agency to upbraid the bosses
he huffs home on an overcrowded bus
where not a single other ****** wears a mask
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 9:47 AM UTC
Close the Dardanelles and Bosporus, guarantees there will be WAR
Putin will not stand for this, the Russian Bear is going to roar
-
This is not a trifling matter, VERY serious indeed!
Many many people, will be killed and die and bleed
-
This will lead to WW3, where it starts it matters not
What our leaders tell us, is not worth diddly squat
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
well
...
I was pickin a diddly
on my gittinfiddle
the other day
'cos, well...
I'm a gittinfiddler
and as soon as I gripped
my fiddler
and picked,
just hard enough
to tickle the diddly-hole
a little bit
all of the sudden
it
let out
the single most
gittinfiddlediddliest
sound
that had ever
violated
my tender
juicy
ear holes
**** was crazy**
anyways,
I didn't miss a stroke
as I fiddled out
the remainder
of that diddly
on my gittinfiddle
with my fiddlediddler
right in the sweet spot
...
just far enough
from the diddly-hole
and the result
was
fuckin'
gittinfiddlediddlilicious
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
Thoughts of you come in small breezes,
Tonight you're sweeping me off my feet.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
People often ask me
What it is I've got
That makes me so happy
When clearly others aren't
Then they tend to wonder
If I'm putting on a front
But when you want for nothing
There's nothing that you want
Where everything I own and need
Could fit in a paper bag
Again there's nothing that I want
That I do not have
Which keeps it rather simple
Where no battles need be fought
When all I want or even own
Is nothing but Diddly Squat
There's a certain amount of freedom
That can't be denied
When everything you own in life
You carry by your side
And if by chance you lose it
It's not a case of do or die
Because the little stuff's not worth sweating
In the larger scope of life
With nothing here to cling to
But me, myself, and I
And a few essentials
I keep by my side
All I bring to the party
Is me, I'm the entire lot
Easy said and easy done
With nothing but Diddly Squat
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 8:07 AM UTC
The American Library Association
implores cognoscenti tubby alert
impersonators, who
call themselves Ernie and Bert
took a page from Sesame Street Playbook
oft times accompanied
by a Soundcloud of dirt,
boot none other then Pigpen,
(who worked for Peanuts),
and pay-dirt, though
dismissed, cuz he did not exert
true grit, plus more seriously scandalous
sordid details suppressed kept from press,
(which scurrilous breach of conduct
involved said scallywag
violating more than flirt
discovered in prurient compromised activity,
where his skin flute encircled,
with an ambrosia girt
transgressions possibly affected
public television station benefactors,
and sterling reputation of bottom line, nor hurt
locker talk (albeit via exaggerated mainly
to make a profit sounding proper
sanctimonious Cliff (hanging) notes,
asper faux expected by
a "FAKE" trumping prophet,
sans motley crue comic
stripped of more'n
motion picture PG ratings,
hence future lurid, graphic,
banal, ampersand
(&) dressing room banter
muted, disallowed, and banned
so storied characters birthed by Charles Shulz,
(who passed away prior to near canned
aforementioned indiscretion debacle)
returning amidst fanfare hoopla
much as possible grand
jour "Making Peanuts Great Again" hand
diddly restoring full metal paperback jacketed
glory and apple pie order land
ding rebirth of cherished popular iconic
easy to digest bookworm feed
which unexpectedly, inadvertently,
and horrifyingly
brewed ferocious breed
on par with the Alaskan Bull Worm,
whereat armed guards
strategically stationed
at libraries entrances indeed
aware voracious young readers,
would pay no heed
to any obstacle, and such unstoppable
ravishing knowledge
hungry kids did exceed
capacity security details dashed away,
faster then Clifford
the big red dog speed!
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
*When Diddly Diddly Do
Met Diddly Diddly Don't
They both knew the Diddly truth
They Diddly Diddly won't
After they went out on Diddly town
Making a few Diddly rounds
You should have heard the Diddly sounds
As the Diddly Diddly all went down
Diddly Diddly Do
And Diddly Diddly Don't
Wonder what's the Diddly point
Whether they will or whether they won't
Diddly do or Diddly don't
Diddly stay or Diddly jump
Will they come out to play
On any given Diddly day
Who's to know and who's to say
If the Diddly Diddly gets in the way
I am thinking Diddly not
Diddly borrowed or Diddly bought
Diddly given or Diddly caught
They don't give a Diddly Squat*
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
(the smoker you are,
the drinker you get -
never vouchsafed by this
ill eagle non substance
nor amber liquids
of the dogs imbiber).
as a mathematical abbot
weeding thru bathroom rag
i.e. regular toilet tissue paper
prior to completing important
private business matter
on the sacred porcelain chamber ***
more revered than the king’s throne
molded from a gold ingot
which the heady Mary Jane
made more than hit token appearance
and quaffing
inxs of one hundred proof shot,
Nonetheless, boy gnome hatter
her inebriated state,
she still looked smoke kin hot
asking if I wanna marry
her attired in drag
at a joint where ****
banged on by the hands
of a phenomenal drummer
taut as a hemp knot
with music in his blood
while blowing fractal rings –
holy marcal scott
the immediate utterance
and rather creative bon mot
found me stock still
like stone wall Jackson,
who unfortunately got shot
unwittingly by his own
(confederate troops),
whose demise an awful blot
per the southern cause
during the civil war
and if anachronism
to receive medicinal aide
available instead
of primitive treatment he got
as well as other wounded soldiers
of misfortune on the battlefield
whose faith the any almighty
power could do little to save their lot,
yet availing my imagination
to twist time like that mobius strip
mortally wounded Rebels
and Yankees free from
facing death on a cot
might be successful hemp
entrepreneurs cultivating a little spot
of land hemp would outstrip
cotton as king as export to trot
back to lady gaga who
scorches throats yet delivers bagged
illicit goodies with bo diddly squat
narcotic as sweet
as savory kumquat
palliative that hits the spot.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC
Um ****** ******
Um ****** day!
I'll be aworkin'
I'll be away
Threshin' the barley
Balin' the hay
Um ****** ******
Um ****** day!
Um ****** ******
Um ****** day!
Here I've been workin'
Here I will stay
Feedin' the cattle
Strainin' the whey
Um ****** ******
Um ****** day!
Um ****** ******
Um ****** day!
Storm clouds are gatherin'
Sky's goin' grey
But I'll be aworkin'
Right through the rain
Um ****** ******
Um ****** day!
Diddly um dee ******
Diddly um dee day!
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC