"noddy" poems
I came along to your garden, to see your chillies growing
Unaware of what laid in wait, or what was really showing
There stood a glass a lidded drink, familiarity of knowing
If that's what I think it is, I don't want it overflowing
Do my eyes forsake me, is that a fluid from the body
Is that froth of a good beer, or from a head that's shoddy
Does it look like what it is, a very dodgy toddy!
Ghoulish drinks will turn you green, like Goblins are in Noddy
What the hell you thinking off, with water that's distilled
It smells like the local gents, so it should not be spilled
I don't mind a special brew, but this time I'm not thrilled
Unusual cocktails are okay, but not ones you have filled
Aren't beverages supposed to be, refreshing and thirst quenching ?
You say that it's good to drink, but really it's gut wrenching
An endless supply you may have, but it should be toilet drenching
Don't ever make a wankers drink, by using a fist clenching
You wouldn't want this drink on tap, it defies imagination
It's just the same as a lady, drinking her own ************
It maybe the water of life, but it's just urination
Aqua vitae is not my idea, of a real drink designation
Even just the thought of it, makes me feel sick and hazy
To drink a glass of this stuff, you must be ******* crazy
Well talk about recycling, or are you just bog lazy
Is Harvey Denton related, or do you live in Royston Vasey
People like to drink sometimes, is there something I have missed
You seem to have your own ideas, but with a certain twist
A brand new meaning you have brought, to getting yourself ******
Golden showers are one thing, but that's when your sexually kissed
There's one thing I'd like to know, so what do you say
Why do you think that drinking **** will keep the germs away
It cant be very good for you, it's an inside body spray
Your just drinking toilet water, hay Jay are you ****** today ?
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
Gramophone records play
Scratch, play, scratch, play
Soft in the background, edging into me
Slow and easy, gentle waves.
Granny, play me La Wally again
Turning, spinning, round and round
Take me away on audio-pearls
Peace whirls me on a magic dance.
Pappa, hide the ugly monsters
Keep me safe in Noddy and Pat tales
I'd rather be caught in merry tune
Than in webs of yonder folk out there.
Momma, put on Golden Slumbers
"Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby"
Yes, I find my way homeward...
Gramps, sing me a Holliday song
The kind that lifts one so high
With Mammy and Pappy blessing all of me
Yes my happiness, I've got me own!
Dear Heaven, open windows and walls
Swirling, flowing its beautiful energy
Sore needed peace and beauty
That no eye can truly see.
Star Toucher, 02 March 2013
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
There's a Poet who dreams of a Gateway to Heaven
Not some cold austere Gate bolted and closed in your face
As if to say "Clear off! You're not wanted here anymore"
But instead a lovely warm welcoming Gate
A brightly colourful Gate with lots of bunting and ribbons on it
And a big banner over the top announcing
"Welcome Great Poet"
It'd be a bit...a bit like Noddy in Toyland
And there'd be all these pretty young girls with bowls in their hands
Spreading rose petals on the ground for me to walk upon
A beautiful path laid out before me, a carpet of sweet scenting loveliness
And there'd be other boys and girls there too strumming lutes and harps
Like beautiful critics... singing my praises
Inside the Gate it'd be like this wonderful Park
With lovely flowers and shrubs and trees
With marble fountains and statues and quiet flowing streams
With radiant kids and beautiful people and lovely marquees like as if you were attending some wonderful party or banquet,
And then you'd hear a bustle in the hedgerow
But it's only a bunch of publishers vying with one another
Trying to get my signature on a multi million dollar contract
Suddenly ahead of me there'd be this wonderful magnificent throne
It'd be offered to me... offered to me as my true place... my true home
And then a man would come and he'd humbly bow and kneel before me
He'd be offering something to me....
Why! It's the Nobel Prize for Literature
I'd smile and say "Ah shucks guys sure I was only doin' a few rhymes... and a few stories".
Apr 26, 2023
Apr 26, 2023 at 2:55 PM UTC
Divest me in lowest twang possible
You're a virus ov benevolence
Clod dockets and nightly shrivels
You're Ideology's ravaged havoc
All slates ov mind embellish at one time
Scandalmonger, a repetitive meddler
I am, you are, a beast like endeavor
Two noddy's going rabid
To divulge and disclose; we're savaged
Trek of dearth and surly in combined minds
Withered, wizened, burnished, refined.
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 4:27 PM UTC
I am still a child of 10 loves to see cartoons,
loves to play in the noon,
wonders to see the twinkling stars,
knows only the name of a planet 'earth' not even the 'mars',
noddy, tom & jerry are my favourite shows,
my dreams and imagination never slows,
football & basketball are all same for me,
all are round in shape which i know and see,
i like fighting with soft pillows & bouncing on bed,
as my favourite colours are white,blue,green & red,
moon is like the bigest star,
& also many small shining dots too there are,
the best stuff to eat is chocklet and toffies,
i collect my money for all types of sweets,
my collection is of toys & cartoons cards my attention is on growing
grass,
when my birthday will come,
& one more year old i will become,
loves to do sketches and also to fill colours,
have a dream when fairy will come white feathers,
i have three subjects only english maths and science,
Which i study but for a while,
that's my present childhood but all are memories,
and now are blows in form of cold breeze
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
#***
Mountain mist swirls up and curls in the air
With White puffy clouds as in Noddy’s toy town
Gold and green leaves upon the conical trees
Densely grew into the forest wild
Layers of withering leaves on the forest floor
Soon faded down into the earth, brown
Scenes change as seasons do
But the mountains blue
Stood ever so tall, as they should***#
Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 1:59 PM UTC
"Remission"
It's such a beautiful word
Giving an illusion so strong you might truely believe you are done.
You are no longer sick;
You are in remission.
You are on pause.
You are in a peaceful
limbo.
I gaze empty out of the window
There's a cat watching the birds from the root of the tree.
"Noddy?"
My doctor keeps talking in the background of wind, beauty and heartbreak.
It's aggressive this time
And all I can think of is how I am empty
My poet is gone
And both physically and emotionally
I am dying.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC
how does one show his fun when all is dead like his mum he ***** her body lets make way for noddy he has no body he got hit by a lorry which was driven by poppi she is a ginger **** who likes the taste of *** and **** her *** and she screams yuuum
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
Relax.
Cry yourself dry, then
Sleep.
Your turn to be
Child now.
Rest.
This is safety.
I am familiar
Cover.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
( this work is livicated to the six children who will die
in the so-called "third-world in the time it takes to read it)
Drip, drip, drip says the stand-pipe
in the shanty town
as the young mothers gather round
plastic containers on the ground
listening to the drip, drip, drip
of life ebbing away
the riverbeds have all dried up
the wells are mineshafts to the past
the irrigation channels of their *******
are polluted now by the Cuckoo's Nest
the powdered-milk...the dust-bowl fields
the quotas met......the land reveals
the hand that rocks this cradle
is the one who lays the table
with "third-world" debt their able
to rob and **** and disable
as the dehydrated bodies blow away like ashes
the multi-national faschists........
with vampire banks decashes
the breast-milk of the masses
witha ****** drip, drip, drip
from the ******* of the mothers
the corporations smother....
the babies in their sleep
the cuckoo comes as a thief
with a free sample and a brief
case full of deceipt............
may I make a suggestion?
"ASK SOME QUESTIONS"
As you eat your chocolate
and drink your coffee
and smear ice-cream on your lovers body
and NESTLE down to the land of noddy
to dream of countless trucks and lorries
ferrying the cow-juice and the slurry
burning the forests in such a hurry
more cattle and cash and burn and $lash
leaves a gaping ****
in the dried-up flesh of Mother Earth
and 4000 babies every year
yes 4000 babies every year
return to the DUST....
BOWL..............BREAKFAST BOWL
CEREAL BOWL..........SERIAL KRIME
CORN and MILK spells CORPORATE CRIME
dished up for your childrens belly
in front of telly-tubby tellies
Chocolate bars and candy treats
robbed from the swollen teats
of mutated udders
whilst the cow's baby brothers
are herded into crates
and served on rich mens plates
the mothers stand and wait
and listen to the rate
of the DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
of spilt milk down the drain
the governments explain
and bury their shame
under mountains of grain
and excess champagne
and if you BEG
you get Easter eggs instead
served up by the "head"
whose saviour bled
with a steady DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
and I scream and jelly
and biscuits and cakes
make bovine mistakes
and cheesy diseases
from the milk that turns sour
reminds us every hour
of this KATTLE KULTURE HERESY
of babies dying constantly
with a DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
It's been a long time, on this bed,
listening to all these songs of the dead
May be I should play something else instead,
a song that could make everything redd.
"Dear, Do you remember any such song,
that could make me forever strong?"
"Oh Joe, You waited all this time long
for a notion which you'll never get along."
May be that's where I went wrong,
I regret begging you to remember that song.
All I wanted was to try my luck before it's too long.
I thought you'd remember, that your love was that vigorous song.
So now, I am back to the songs of the dead
wishing for that day to come with no dread.
I hope for that day, a day with no more worries ahead,
on which I get that final mend, for all these wounds in my head.
Now I can't feel a thing in this body
Now I am nothing but a dead-body.
oh God, don't breath a new life into this body, of this noddy
Just let me stay in this lifeless body, to lead a life with no jeopardy.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
The trees were back to front
On the wrong side of the shade
Unbalanced in the garden
Reminded her of toytown
Where there was Noddy.
And those yellow bricks
Where she slid her fingers
Smooth arcs of space
To hide under
With big rabbit.
Love Mary x
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
Noddy just
justs ******* noddy'ing off
2 or 3 times a day
bell three rings
the locals call him
sleeps in the corner
after two or three beers
no chips please
Noddy's fat enough
Good old fat Noddy's just off
needs to go upstairs
volunteer to carry him up
**** no love him
needs to loose weight for me
he needs to dream
**** me Noddy has no friends
they all hate him
Just because no one
can carry him up the ******* stairs
Poor old nod
and the ******* stairs.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
Politicians,political Billies
vote for blobby and mr silly,
Filibusters ****** speeches
Grab your money,sucking leeches
If you don't no whom to vote
Put your cross on Mcgintys goat.
Immigration,100 billion pounds
We are Europe as daft as it sounds,
Little America to be ruled by trump
UKIP has made us a national chump
I'm not voting I'm going to abstain
Not upping sticks or moving to Spain.
National insurance number that's who we our
So vote for noddy in his little red car.
Political nonsense democratic farce
Carry on voting we'll cross my ****
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
It was a late midnight
and the radium stars on the ceiling wall were shining bright.
The wheather was pleasant,
the aura was warm.
I was sleeping with Noddy, in my arms.
Then A sudden heaviness in my head
broke my sleep
The pain was growing so steep
That I couldn't get up.
I tried to drub
but Some thing was pulling me in my bed.
I could feel something leak
out of my nose.
It was blood , spurting out
flinging the coze.
Severe nosebleeds,
was a common symptom
of my disease.
But this one was differing,
My nose was blistering.
I knew it cause I've had many before
But this time my throat became sore
And soon i lost all control over my nose,
All I could do was doze.
My mind, I tried to divert,
So I looked for Noddy,
his cap was as red as his shirt.
Then I tried to call for aid
But by now not just my head
also my arms and legs
heftly weighed.
The pain was only growing more,
worse, than ever before.
It was as if the red water was flooding,
Unstoppably my nose was bleeding
Then with a sudden strangeness,
something leashed my lungs
Now I was breathless.
I don't wanna a die, I wanna play with my dolls,
I spoke to the dream catcher ,
That hung on the wall.
I was ailing and weak
my vission was turning bleak.
Soon i was left with none.
All I feared, was oblivion.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC
It was the seaside
and raining,
Noddy
was not at the fair.
I stayed in the guest house
read books
took long walks around
the breakfast room,
Summer,
I listened to Donna
she was on one of the
radio stations.
The sand looked the same
yellowish and grainy
through the window
in the rain
by the seaside
Summer
again.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
MOJO
A huge breasted woman showed me how to bang
She said"just stick it in" and" I sucked her **** and I loved it and sang"
We drank wine and poured some allover our bodies began to lick each other like cats in places everybody understand
The black baby in the corner jumped around smiling in his blue jump suit and soon slept away to noddy land
She was a 6ft woman with jet black hair and a body that curved so you could feel with both hands
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 5:52 AM UTC