"drabble" poems
dimble dumble,
caught a, thimble thumble
of precious morning dew.
dimble dumble, took his thumble thimble,
full up to rimful.
on his nimble rambull
wooly stu,
careful not to lose,
a drippity drop
of the delicious dew.
they flimble, flambled,
up and overed,
down and undered,
till dimble dumble,
with his thimble thumble, filled to rimful,
on the wooly rambull... came to stumble.
his face a crumble,
as the rimful,
roamed and overflew,
the thimble thumble walls.
a dribble drabble did scribble scrabble,
down the rambulls hide.
dimble dumble
chewed his bottom lip
and cried.
"do not fret my little pet, look there is still enough inside"
wooly stu decried.
"i'll be more staid,as we ride our fortunes, soon will be made."
so,dimble dumble
and his rambull crew,
with thimble thumble recovered,
from the tumble.
on they skedoodledaddled. being careful to protect the remaining morning petal's dew.
after a while, time,
flew with dove like grace and dimble dumble,
with his dudes came
to the the very place, of the rimble romble rumble
and royal rapture rap parade
dimble dumble
and rambull stu on bended knee
and really humble
presented their
thimble thumble
not quiet full to rim still
but delicious and felitious morning dew
to the king awaiting
his purchase and perview.
before its spoiling,
it was boiling,
his kettle singing,
songs a ringing,
to the beauteous,
but not so bountious, morning dew.
dimble dumble
watched the
thimble thumble steam
and bubble blip away.
hands flipping flapping
nose jinkling wrinkling
as the fog blew,
his way boiling dew,
tea leaves darjeeling
with daphne blossoms
was the flavour of the day.
dimble dumble
with thimble thumble
empty now
and too, wooly stu
caught a peek of teacups platinum
holding royal blossom brew before the butler,
with a silly stutter,
sent them on their way,
with dimble dumble
all a fumble,
with a thimble thumble
of goldenboldens,
as his hard work's
reward that day.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
two pairs of lips quiver
millimeters apart
tasting the same air
sweat
and lost, forgotten whispers
gasps of ‘i love you’s
are planted along skins
like forget-me-nots
goosebumps germinate
under hair follicles
like freshly plotted seeds
waiting their moments
of glory to sprout
fingers lace
creating mazes of
lustful desire
and yearning for protection
comfort
and Love
sweat mixes
creating chemicals
mixing past hurt
and fears of vulnerability
gravity stops
it has done its job
because it is not the ground
that holds the scared Lovers
to Life now
it is their
Desperate, Tantalizing, Terrifying, Desiring
Love for each other
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
The pen is mightier
Than the sword
But what to consider
The keyboard?
How many stanzas
Phrases
Words
Must I conflate
To imbue in you
My love?
Is there no panacea,
No way for me to convey
The hold on my soul?
My heart
My being~
Such dulcet thoughts!
Your eyes,
{My cynosure}
Pure felicity
So lovely
A million ships at the ready
The cue being
the sight of your smile.
Helen is such a fugacious
Pipe dream fixation
When compared to your gaze
Until then,
Try as I might,
The depth of my feelings
Remains the deep ocean
Only a ripple wavers
At your knees
The rest waiting
For the Golden Bird
Of language
To release it's curse
Mere English isn't sufficient.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
without any warning he burst into my life. delicate, detailed yet deranged. I was in awe and he was hung up on the idea that he could make me his. love never last as long as they say. He tore my heart out and smashed it into little pieces and im standing, shaking bloodily in my own pile of broken ***** The remaining sound of the distant beating is barely audible any more. he made me mindless and I grew stoic over the years. damaged, derailed yet dignified, with all the warning I could muster, I burst out of his life.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
in my pocket you will find
a receipt, some gum
scraps of paper, some change
a wrapper or two
there is a dollar as well,
and finally a book
of unfinished poems.
open the book you will find
words that were written
but soon to be forgotten
by the author who misplaces her mind
she wants to accomplish
even a drabble or two but
sadly she will never finish
for she'll forget that too
along with her ambition
perhaps works are meant to be unfinished
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
From the window she sees
A sponged together sky
And chalky clouds
And a trail of wisteria buds
Which dribble into the street
From the window she sees
The men who watch cricket
Scoffing at the TV
Above their takeaway opposite
And she sees the polystyrene cartons
That people leave in their gutter
From the window she sees
A drabble of changing children
A laugh, a scrabble, a sliver of a tear
A road that’s been scrubbed down grey
And little dust particles
That creep upon it and sing
And break and smile, relentless
From the window she sees
Hope
And prays she’s not outgrown it
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
You've got a lot of black hair on the top of your head
that drips down your neck
shining rivulets
makes pools in your collar bone
ready face ready eyes like
I'm looking straight at you Mr
You've got weird skin that you pick at with white teeth
a smile that spreads across your body like an infection
You say sorry with a downward glance
pausing a stare that presses into my lungs
A voice that sounds like the taste of a peach
lips that taste like the sound of turning pages
If anyone could taste them. Ha
Clothes wrinkle in lumps draped on your angled frame
awkward and embarrassed out of place they seem to try to slink off
They don't like you for the lacking length of you finger nails or the way
You sit in the doctors office
Askew *where the **** do I put my feet and my elbows?*
hoping for something grim to come falling past
yellow teeth and purple line lips
parchment skin cracking a purse
(dribble drabble shibble shabble,
your face does something funny
phonetically
when it spews
truly inspira
ired bravo) my god be quiet
Mr dr sir
hoping for something To match the electricity in your head
Sit down for this Stella this is it is,
this could be it
I'm sorry
but
you know it's time to go
Cause they don't like you here not even love you
I don't think; I don't either and no one here
You don't either
And that's okay you know it's ok
It's time
It's okay
Stop talking to yourself
*****
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 11:13 AM UTC
So it's my birthday.
And all I want is to hear from you.
And to know that you're okay.
Maybe you hate me now.
Or forgot I ever existed.
But something about this day.
Has to remind you of me.
Right?
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
My poetry is thought unbridled.
It exists to exist and is simply nothing more.
I, the speaker rare, write thoughts when I dare,
before they, streaking by, are never to be reminisced.
The gods of my words strike as lightning, quick and strong,
leaving me stunned, thunderous resound within my mind,
but these titans of colossus thought are too strong to be snared and restrained
Then fate would have it, with grace they do appear but...
the sylphs are marred by the scars of these glyphs.
And so, I'm left with the mortal drabble,
the fragments of a various whole.
They exist as I exist and are simply nothing more.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 8:41 AM UTC
My thoughts
Musings and views
They’re a train
A bullet train
And they’re driving
Steaming along
Steering straight only
To hit another train
That smashes it all to pieces
Everything I’d thought
I finally had figured out
Shattered quite plainly
Making me realize how
Foolish I was for thinking
I had even the one proper theory
On how the whole world works
How absurd
Jun 27, 2011
Jun 27, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
Is it strange for me to say
That with the passing of
Yet another year
I’m most certainly young but I feel
Old?
So much as occurred since passing
That simple little thirteen
Quite literally
Cancer, Sexuality, Grades
But also figuratively I suppose
Even in youth it seems
That I bear so many more scars and wrinkles
And so much more knowledge
Than my peers
It’s as if I’ll need a walker soon
Aug 24, 2011
Aug 24, 2011 at 5:15 PM UTC
Burns like whiskey, Tastes like ash
How do you bury the lost and past?
Vaguely haunting gossamer dreams
Reality fraying at its seams.
When the sticky sweet face melts away
What cruel intentions are left to stay?
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 12:31 PM UTC
What do you see when you look into my eyes
All the sad truths, all the happy lies
Are those stormy clouds just a reflection
A mirror to disguise my unyielding affection
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 4:57 AM UTC
Mindless drones gather together to defend their rights.
Fetus growing in a mother's womb, fighting for it's life.
Here I am laying in pools of my own ***** matter,
regurgitated words resting at my feet. Dribble Drabble.
"Yuck"
I know.
My eyes are open now to the world as a whole.
Like a newborn infant seeing the world in color for the first time.
Pity. Now he suffers the chance for the inevitable loss.
You? You gave me this.
I? I will not give gratitude to you, fowl creature, for something I hadn't the chance to refuse.
Now I see the trash meet the man made pools of pollution
The garbage piling, PILING,
The roads winding, WINDING,
THE LIGHTS BLINDING,
THE TURTLES DYING,
and your face binding.
Oh, I HAVE played my own hand in this.....
... I *****
Never thought I'd wish so strongly to be blind..
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
Dabble, Drabble
Play with the rabble
Unafraid, Arrayed
With a naked blade
Fearless, Peerless
After all this time, careless
Sliver, Quiver
Running wild like a river
Cellar, Seller
Wildlands dweller
Rotten, Cotton
All but forgotten
Night, Wight
Bereft of Night
Dream, Gleam
Cold as a mountain stream
Seep, Weep
Time to creep
Breathe, Wreathe
All alone you seethe
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 4:52 AM UTC
And as I called out
Into the shadowed evening
It was your name
That leapt up off my lips
Ran out into the gloom
Rushing to find you there
And bring you safe to me
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 1:15 AM UTC
"There are two kinds of people in this world. Cat lovers, and normal people."
From the syndicated comic strip "Drabble", 2014
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
"There are two kinds of people in this world. Cat lovers, and normal people."
From the syndicated comic strip "Drabble", 2014
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
My worthy adversaries across the dais would have you believe
That, having fashioned mankind in His own image
And, what’s more, sacrificed His own son
For the sole purpose of its collective salvation,
Our Maker would, in effect,
Simply shrug his shoulders and send it on its merry way.
Free to fall, those arguing the negative will tell you.
Ah, but there’s more than that: not only do they insist
That The Creator has for all intents and purposes abandoned us,
But has allowed an equally powerful and diametrically opposed force
To set up shop on his watch.
I would ask them--what drabble of Scripture,
What logical premise would you cite to support such madness?
But surely, my learned opponents would purr,
(Oh, every bit as sly as devils themselves!)
You would not deny the existence of evil in this world.
Morons! Can it somehow be possible
That you are completely ignorant of the work of Augustine?
Tell me, after you finish your warm milk
And button up your snuggly jammies,
When you flick off the light switch, does the dark come out?
Or is your grasp of physics and philosophy equally inadequate?
I suppose, in a last, desperate attempt to buttress their arguments,
The supporters of the opposite position
Will contend my presence in this lecture hall
Is necessary and sufficient for their argument to carry the day.
I categorically deny the supposition!
I do not exist, nor can I!
Hang your forensic skills on that,
You bunch of ******* saintly *********
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
serendipity
approach quickly
serendipity
expect judiciously
serendipity
a windfall so salubriously
aimless
meander amiss
nonsensical bliss
stop, look, create a twist
proceed the trick so-kissed
and then split
here and there,
so unclear
tremble waver
ambiguate and ennervate
then invigorate
postulate and cultivate
innovate to a stumble
a bumble, a fumble
frustrate with a grumble
expectations crumble
emerge humble
continue
anew
hem and hew
at crafting mental brew
give the brain something to chew
most of all, do.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
Did We
Drivel or drabble,
Blither or blather,
Prattle or prittle,
Nitter or natter?
Which two don't
Match;
Which two don't
Belong?
Yes, we know
It's a choice,
Yes, we know
We'll be wrong.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Think of me not
As words on a page,
As pointless marks,
On a blank white sheet
Think of me not
As pretentious drabble,
Written only to make
You think of sin
Think of me not
As some ancient tale,
My relevance in the world
Now useless and outdated,
Instead, think of me
As your caring friend,
Listening to what you say
And helping you live on
Think of me not
As Poetry.
Think of me
As life
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 4:02 AM UTC
i am here with the secrets that i keep
the things that i hide oh so deep
because a secret isn't a secret once it's told
and i dearly do have secrets i hold
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
I like to dip deep into the emptiest of well
to find ( maybe) some iconoclastic myth to dispel
and pull a rabbit from
an empty hat
Or the possibility of a Tyrannosaurus Rex...
... if the game has gone flat
wrecks if the game is run-flat then I may Circle back
to pull a mr. Wizard
with a dribble this and drabble that
Or then again I may just resist
any this and that with error again I might resist
there are no real rules
to each moment in time
no submarine runways left off
in
with overdrive so...
If we are lucky enough to end up having a comfortable room be it a hole in the ground or a big old oak tree
if we're lucky with
the Comforts of home
thats what it is what it may be
a hole in the ground or up some tall oak tree
we are only as good as
we let ourselves be
so do not think I won't notice if you would seek to
look down on me
because I will smile back
as I look up at you ..
and say oh no mr. Wizard whatever have we done
to come
to such a position as this position? Just lucky I guess!!
Apr 25, 2024
Apr 25, 2024 at 8:07 PM UTC