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The Spider And The Fly by William Thomas Dodd

9/22/2008

Along came a spider and sat down beside me
Promising the things that had been denied me.
If only I would swat the fly
See it fall, watch it die,
The spider would to me be good
And sing me a sweet lullaby,
Yet no matter how hard I try
I can’t bring myself to swat the fly
And so the spider crawled away
And left me with a fly to flay.

Whenever by William Thomas Dodd

9/17/2008

When the tide turns
Left stranded on solitary sandbank
For distant shores yearns
A lonely soul whose heart sank.

So now as fear and folly taint
A rosy future I shall paint
Brave face return, come be my guest
In place of sorrow, to take in jest
For on the morrow come what may
There is a light at end of day.

Gather strength, swim for shore
For others weep behind closed door
The ones who love you
All the more
Reason to be strong for
What the future holds
One cannot tell
New day unfolds
All is well.

I'ts Not (Simile Rhyming Format) by William Thomas Dodd

8/9/2008

It’s not really such a crime
When you look back in time
Life is like a pantomime
Sometimes touching on sublime
When the mind works overtime.

It’s not really complicated
As so many before have often stated
It’s better to have been belated
For everything comes to he who waited
End of day feel elated.

It’s not really such a mystery
Just look back in heliolatry history
Then between the lunar lines you’ll see
At end of day is meant to be
A life of peace and harmony.

It's Time (Clerihew) by William Thomas Dodd

8/9/2008

It’s time to make a move
For now it’s time to prove
That the soul is not for sale
And global good will prevail.

After all is said and done
Since the day that time begun
We’ve been waiting for this moment
Now it’s time to attain atonement.

There will be candid compensation
For suffering such frustration.
The meek will inherit the earth
Let’s hope that it has been worth.

The trouble and the strife
Involved in thing called life.
Peace on earth goodwill to men
Live together in harmony then.

A Man by William Thomas Dodd

8/7/2008

Who has made his mark?
When Hark the Herald Angels Hark,
Shadows in the dark
Trying to board Noah’s Ark.
Who will be forsaken?
If any one at all,
I hope I am not mistaken
And the mighty they will fall.
Why sit and wait and wonder
While it’s really time to act,
If this is not a blunder
Then it must be a matter of fact.
Is it written in the stars?
Is it written in the skies?
What’s mine is yours is ours,
The truth and the lies.
It’s time to set in motion
The feelings of before,
But please don’t get the notion
That we are settling a score.
A feeling of foreboding,
A dastard in despair,
A loving or a loathing
In a world that doesn’t care.
Make the move get in the groove
License love, let the pudding prove
That there’s no room for the cloven hoove.

When all the chip shop owners
Appear to be turning Chinese,
A disguise to surprise the loners
Fish chips and mushy peas
When you’ve walked a crooked mile,
And the barmaid doesn’t smile
As the Fat Lady remains mute
Whilst scantily clad Angels play on the flute,
Then who should enter
The scene of the crime,
A man with a mission,
A man in his prime,
A man with a vision,
A man serving time.

Buy One Get One Free by William Thomas Dodd

8/4/2008

Buy one get one free
said the salesman to me
so I bought three
cos he was awfully nice you see.
Buying three and three for free
I’m left with six, silly me
I don’t know how that can be
I don’t need one
never mind two times three
but he was awfully nice you see

A Journey by William Thomas Dodd

8/28/2008

In the calliope catacombs
Where debonair demons dwell
The ancient flower of wisdom blooms
With a twisting tale to tell
It is a tale of life and death
And all that comes between
From taking in a babes first breath
To becoming what has been.

When ancient flower, soul doth endower
With the knowledge of the wise
No need to cower, for final hour
Is only a surmise
Before you are taken to a higher state
You have time to acclimatise
For some weren't meant to sit and wait
For their own demise.

On a lighter note, not one to dote
On the future or the past
When in a storm, then stay afloat
For I was built to last.
At end of day come what may
The goose is getting fatter
Now it’s time my hand to play
That’s the truth of the matter

Waste Not Want Not (Alliteration) by William Thomas Dodd

8/11/2008

Wishfully waiting, wanting, watching, wooing
Puffing, panting, pleadingly pursuing
Daring, dashing, diligent duty doing
Bedazzled, bedraggled, bedevilment brewing.

Tenacious timbrology tiring tactile tongue
Farfetched fallacies frighteningly flung
Seductive sensual serenade soulfully sung
Halfwit hypnotist harmoniously hung.

Lackadaisically longing lascivious lapidification
Emerging ecstatic enabling everlasting elation
Resurging rejuvenated reinvented relation
Neanderthal necromancy nurturing nation.

Galliard gaberlunzie gracefully goes getting
Vicious volatile vagrant vacillates votes vetting
Illiterate infant inadvertently introducing indebting
Unacceptable ultimatum unanimously upsetting.

Going For Gold by William Thomas Dodd

8/10/2008

As China gives birth to the greatest show on earth
Where all the athletes show their worth.
A sporting spectacular, cardiovascular,
Whilst sipping the god’s supernacular.

The lesson taught, the beauty of sport,
It cannot be bought, on the end another nought.
Success or defeat, the main thing compete
Be run off your feet, pulsating heartbeat.

A showcase for the world as the games unfurled
Some accusations are hurled, reputations purled.
Get on with the games, some new household names
Olympic flames, winning aims.

A great respect to all who take part
Run with the wind, run with heart.
Fellow man giving his all
Gets back on feet after taking a fall.

So let’s all enjoy this wonderful sight
Of human endurance to overcome plight
And you never know it just might
Become an alternative to fight the good fight

When Moon is High by William Thomas Dodd

8/1/2008

When the full moon fills the sky
And the wolves begin to howl
Newborn babes begin to cry
And chance is on the prowl.

When spirits dance on through the night
And the sinners all look on
Whilst innocence dies of fright
And the shadows become one.

When the north wind starts to blow
And the rain begins to pour
When those in the know
Start heading for the door.

The moon is rising higher
Sends a shiver down the spine
A sacred slave to desire
With an inkling to entwine.

Yet your heart is full of fear
And you feel like running scared
For the end is drawing near
And it all seems so absurd.

When you turn and look behind you
And you see there’s no one there
Then it’s time for me to go
For there’s someone else to scare.

I Do Declare by William Thomas Dodd

7/9/2008

Awake yet not aware
in world such thing as care,
kill me softly if you dare,
if cross my path share thoroughfare,
let us have a brief affair.
Do not despair be debonair,
for that’s the way to get you there,
out of that state of disrepair,
sitting silent in your chair.
I really think it isn’t fair,
it’s not good for your welfare.
Roll up your sleeves, let down your hair,
it’s time to climb the final stair
and you will see when you get there.
It’s the place to be I do declare.

A Snake In The Grass by William Thomas Dodd

7/9/2008

Hisss Hisss slithery snake,
willy nilly winding towards
laid back lake.
Buzzz Buzzz busy bee says,
“Slithery snake please show me
how to huff and puff out loud,
so I stand out amongst the crowd".
Hisss Hisss slithery snake
hissed, “That would be a grave mistake,
come with me to laid back lake,
then listen on intently”.
Buzzz Buzzz busy bee
on face now has a look of glee,
for he’s not blind, so he can see,
slithery snake how wise he be
and followed on adjacently.
Hissing snake and buzzing bee
arrive at lake in time for tea,
after which they parley till
ding- dong bells upon the hill
ding- dong, ding- dong loud and shrill.
Hissing snake tells buzzing bee
"It’s better to lie low,
for when out in the crowd
harsh voices are so loud
that your glory they will shroud
and that shouldn’t be allowed
come now it’s time to go".

Mr Waugh (Limerick) by William Thomas Dodd

7/9/2008

Mr Waugh he knew the score
when opportunity knocked on the door,
he thought it was copied from a book,
until he took a second look,
then the poetry he becomes to adore.

FAUST (Double Ethere) by William Thomas Dodd

7/8/2008

Faust
Freundlich
Fabelhaft
Für Faust Forward
Freundliche Fassade
Fröhliche familie
Faulenzen faustlings fegen
Freiheitsstrafe Fassung fällig
Fußengel fülle fuchteln fehlen
Falls finanzielle Freier Frag würdig
Froschperspektive früchtbarkeit feiern
Favourable fortune finds Faust fähig
Furthermore fairy-godmother
Fantastically foils famine
Feeling federführend
Fixes Fehlzündung
Feierabend
Family fed
Feeling
Full

World's End- A Septet, Syllables format. by William Thomas Dodd

7/8/2008

The world ends,
but life goes on
in some shape or form
living somewhere in the universe,
safe with the knowledge
protected soul
sleeps soundly.

Purely Platonic-A Septet Rhyme, Syllables format by William Thomas Dodd

7/8/2008

It’s hard to
get the measure
of platonic pleasure.
Could be that it’s something to treasure.
Must keep composure,
stop disclosure,
overexposure

Soul Searching by William Thomas Dodd

7/8/2008

There were only
a few remained,
for it was greatness
they had attained,
all the others had gone
bar one.

Now that they’d
seen it through,
all that they had to do
was reap what they’d sown,
no more to bemoan,
that’s true.

But let’s not forget,
it’s not over yet
for bar one who’ll regret
for he has his mind set
on begone.

Leave all others alone,
don't take that tone,
for you'll be cast into stone
if you take out a loan
on one.

Now sanctuary found,
keep feet on the ground,
for the basis is sound,
with the stars and the sun
I’m one.

TWO TREES (Limerick) by William Thomas Dodd

7/8/2008

The willow and the oak
both went up in smoke.
Nature destroyed,
mother annoyed,
fire starters think it’s a joke

Purely Political by William Thomas Dodd

7/7/2008

Purely political,
extremely hypocritical,
they let you have a bit
until,
then that’s the end of it,
your will.
They’re lying now
and will be still,
the Lord knows how
to pass a bill.
Aqueous humour
such a thrill,
brings tears
to eyes
with such skill.
Vote for me,
I’ll set you free,
then rob you blind,
for I’m that kind
to be cruel
sitting in
electric stool.
Don’t forget
the golden rule,
taxes paid,
learnt at school
future delayed
useless tool.

Ode To Katharina by William Thomas Dodd

7/7/2008

She’s blessed with
beauty and intelligence,
she is my
heart felt recompence.
A maiden fair,
one so rare,
sea green eyes
auburn hair,
I miss her so
when she’s not there,
my love doth grow,
for thee I care.
Hopefully will see
you soon
and dance together
by light of moon.
I’m sure you know
I love you so,
apple of my eye,
make cockles glow
enough to melt
the winter snow.