"toodle" poems
my date with thc,
serendipitous and sublime,
like the first time
curious george killed
the black persian *****
got me sky-hiking
in a cloud of delusion
and creativity,
climbing ladders of abstraction
for nine mystic rungs
from mundane muse,
regrettable
like drunk ***
with an octogenarian
to lucid peaks of eccentricity,
a vaunted house built by
jimi and john,
long gone,
but resurrected
this date
we split a dime
into 3 nickels
and rolled every penny
into a top-5 billboard joint
we sprayed the submarine
purple
with haze
then made the wind cry
mary
as we gazed at two
giraffes making babies
on the serengeti,
laughing hysterically
like schoolgirls watching
riding miss daisy
then the cbd kicked in
and I toodle-ooed
my two
ungratefully dead hippy
stoneheads
and crashed from
the ninth rung of
the last ladder
onto grandma's bed,
clutching the first lines of
my date with thc,
serendipitous
and
sublime...
~ P (#Pablo#hcgktbpp)
(8/12/2013)
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
Moodle foodle woodle,
Toodle roodle poodle,
Noodle boodle hoodle,
Loodle yoodle zoodle.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC
1 A little girl of eight
Was leaning on the gate,
Pondering the miracle of birth.
From her parents’ attitude
She thought it might be something rude
And was neither cause for sorrow nor for mirth.
2 By chance along the road
A little lady strode,
Hurrying from the vicar's after tea.
The girl thought, There’s Miss Price,
She is wise and nice,
She will solve my mystery for me.
3 Miss Price approached the gate,
The little girl in wait
Called out, Hallo, a lovely evening, too.
If you can spare the time
There's a problem on my mind,
A question I would like to ask of you.
4 The lady, coming near,
Said, Yes, of course, my dear,
I'll surely try to put your mind at rest.
Although I'm not a sage,
With the wisdom of my age,
You can rest assured I'll do my best.
5 I’ve a brother now, you see,
He was born at five oh three,
He's upstairs in the bedroom now with Mum.
And now I’m full of doubt,
I've tried but can't find out—
Please tell me, miss, from where do babies come?
6 Miss Price, a little shocked,
Thought she was being mocked.
Good Lord, she thought, what can I tell this child?
A spinster all her life—
No experience as a wife
This subject always made her feel defiled.
7 Miss Price looked all about
Seeking a way out;
Anything to stop this sinful talk.
Then, clutching at a straw,
With her dim old eyes she saw
The poor bedraggled, drunk and gasping stork.
8 She pointed at the roof
And in a tone aloof
Said, There is how your brother came to you.
I’m surprised you haven't heard
That all babies come by bird,
And now I must be off, so toodle-oo.
The little girl turned and looked up at the stork.
And the stork, to his eternal credit, winked.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
I won the bloomin' lottery,
Cor blimey so I did!
No more scrubbin' socks for me,
I've won ten million quid!
I'm goin' on a ******
Nuffin's gonna bring me down;
I'll be the biggest spender,
Gonna buy the whole **** town!
My new found wealth is awesome,
Have you seen my mansion pool?
I play tennis in a foursome,
And my coach is really cool;
On Wednesday's its Pilates,
And on Sunday's it's Judo!
Now I'm jetting to the Maldives,
Toodle-pip -- I have to go!
One finds oneself most indisposed,
To do this interview;
One's butler will be swift deposed,
For letting you get through;
One will accede to your request,
Tho' Sir, this is your lot;
Despite the wealth with which one's blessed,
One has not changed a jot!
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
The Moon glows bright
in darkened night
it is only a ***** mirror
that The Sun uses
trying to brighten our night
like it does our day
and we give the Moon all the credit
for what the Sun does
even though it only shines full
one night
and we curse the whimsical clouds
that block it from us now and then
that we have stared at so vividly
in the day
that inspire us so greatly in our art
and still we feel passion
while basking in the glow of the Moon
with it's many changing faces
while the Sun shatters our nocturnal fantasies
with it's never fading smile
never expressing it's inner glow.
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 8:39 PM UTC
Boodle bot tammel Tot.
Jim jam filmmel flannel loodle.
Bing bang **** bubble.
Rizzle spluot jaffer dollop, yarla meng toodle vim.
Smile. toddles.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
Ride of Our Lives
Old Habits die heard,
Good Morals live long,
if it’s written it’s poem,
if it’s sang it’s song,
hold strong,
at the same time be ready to let go,
can’t escape our own cliches,
no matter how far we go,
see how the rhythm that’s written is muse,
well imagine the passion of being trapped in something as strong as you,
hold strong,
at the same time be ready to let go,
can’t escape our own cliches,
no matter how far we go,
and we go,
from the ends of the Earth,
to the beginning of a New World,
escuse me,
no excuses you see regret is useless,
you been gay,
I mean gay happy not gay like cabooses,
toodle loo kid,
I’m off,
outta here without delay no hinderances in my way,
space,
the final frontier,
not,
likely rightly or wrongly honestly we both must admit that we’re weird,
see the way I see it,
Old Habits die hard,
and I’m from Hollywood baby,
so everything’s a reference even Die Hard,
no Bruce,
know his daughter Rue though,
I mean I know Bruce,
and I know his daughter too though,
and they’re both real cool so kudos,
life in the Fast Lane most are toast because they move too slow
see these genius genes,
are not the type that just any one can wear,
custom fitted carefully knitted no lease on this fleece,
I own it indeed like I do when I’m out and I see the humans stare,
where,
were we,
don’t want to get too off track I’ve got a habit for that,
and Old Habits die heard so I just got to the pool to relax,
how do you calm a heart that beats at the tempo of our times,
in sync won’t sink in stormy seas we ride as we ebb and flow with the tides,
and honestly Good Morals live long and Bad Habits die hard,
but either way we ride through the Times because this is the Ride of Our Lives…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
It's Valentines and here's a gift,
To show that I love you,
I'm leaving and I won't be back,
Goodbye and toodle-ooo
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
How many people have to die for your "personal growth?"
For your "well being," or your "revelation?"
You accepted the burdens when you swore your oath;
the pledge, the vow, of your own creation.
A beautiful tornado that wipes the ground clean,
destroys all stable structures in it's path.
A breathtaking painting depicting a deadly scene,
this is unrequited dedication's true wrath.
Back and forth, side to side,
this is a gorgeous question mark.
South and North, turning tide,
this is the light that leads to the dark.
How many people have to die for your "personal growth?"
For your "Eureka!" For your "I got it!"
A question and an answer; you are missing both,
the obvious is present, but you've always fought it.
A gentle hurricane that cracks the Earth,
that shakes wildly and tears the skin.
A stock that's crashing with impeccable worth,
this is unrequited dedication's identical twin.
Back and forth, up and down,
this is a gorgeous question mark.
South and North, sky and ground,
this is the light that leads to the dark.
So this is what it's all about,
"ego," and "control?"
Constant rain, but daily drought,
falling while on a roll.
Pockets are closely holding your hands,
but the strangling does succeed.
Lungs of water, body buried in sand,
it absorbs all my heart does bleed.
I'm one more body to the pile that's left,
no one shakes their head or ever looks behind.
Thoughtlessly giving and innocent theft,
this is unrequited dedication's version of kind.
Here we all fly separate, under a sky of blue,
I would say goodbye but I'll cave to "toodle-fucking-oo."
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
*
On
the
flip side
of dreams,
where
distance
is
but
a sigh...
*
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
why all the banality with rhyme
for a mere cushion fight?
me too! me too! i too a teenage
prima donna
having a stab at it!
leopard skin prints on pyjamas...
yuck... wait for boxing day...
shop till you drop bah bah baby...
and that toddler of yours
will be ready as a Madame Tussauds
mannequin replica - the sound
ginger without grammatical rubric
said via gritted teeth - gee 'n' gherkin!
and no, it's not a Nabokov fancy...
had one though with a gay Canadian
drinking wine, eating cheese and baguette
at sunset by the Eiffel toodle-loo...
nice... tulips
on your grave;
a very Dutch funeral -
halfway submerged given the Himalayas.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
I really need a time machine.
No matter if we emerge from this, miraculously intact,
If someone invents one in my lifetime,
I'll be on that ************ before you can say
Back to the future, part 2.
Toodle-oo.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
Breitabart was permitted entry of course, you know
'Expel All Muslims' Breitbart, & CNN NYT, & LAT were all
held back by some panting freshly-minted Republican staffer & had
to wait all shocked & chagrined at the closed door as one blank dead
eyed maniacally grinning young newly promoted Lieutenant Miller and
one bull-heavy Bannon strutted like obscene vulture marionettes in their favourite special-wear searingly shiny knee-high Wehrmacht boots which had just been licked mirror clean & furiously polished with their very sweat by a heaving gaggle of simpering craven Republican lackeys who had come comically dancing & prancing when summoned from the floor of the so-called People's House with a "yes sir, no sir ... what can I do next sir" to grease the skids on the Fascist Express with the their very blood & the tears of the innocents gathered so fresh that very dawn with no stops till the sun rises on your New World.
.... oh yes indeed.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
It looks blinkin' high,
I laughed
well
she was talking of the sky,
as big as a giant
she said,
Think then
said I,
how big is the bed
if the giant's as big as the sky?
Oh, easy,
the bed's slightly smaller than
the giant who's taller by far
than the giants I've met
even those
at the giants bazaar,
so the sky must be huge,
as big as a giant,
she said.
and
that's by far
the strangest but
true tale.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
Pip Pip
Softer than the dumplings made in my mum's stew
The river widens and you let letters start to rule
Metal sticks with oranges stuck through make a barbeque
My turtle named windy woo wearing wellington boots just like you
Socks and underpants floating past with a man in a canoe it's all brand new
We are all living in a zoo and the keeper says" you've not flung enough poo" what am I to do, make more poo
A signal heard today from Alien beings and they say " how do you do " I say mustard custard in my shoe pip pip toodle ooh
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC