Monorhyme
A bit of fun
Curry In A Hurry (Part 2 of 2)
One by one the bowls were emptied They were all keeping apace The audience cheered, the excitement rose These were the best in the world Suddenly a gagging sound Poor Marie was beginning to stagger Smoke was pouring from her ears She was do
praying for a date
There was a man that lived in the wood He was close to the lord so he knew where he stood He felt something wrong find a woman he said and the feeling was strong so he prayed by his bed He asked how to do it He prayed day and night and
Innocent love
When you are with a lady try to understand if she is interested to the poetry...before she goes away
Prison Break
They locked her up, it’s not fair No Christmas nookie getting They put her in jail so tight Out here I’m feeling lonely A plan I need to get her out My poor brain
Chauvinist
A somewhat inflammatory gesture from an old male chauvinist,now reformed I hope. The submissive trait lingers in many women as evinced by the popularity of certain publications.
Secret code
Break this code O maidens and win a one month stay on a Pacific island with La Cafe all expenses paid. La cafe +maiden=(lipstick+wine), @ straw hut times seashells. Bare feet (moonlight)=wild laughter+screaming from mountain top (..dash.dash
Malibu
The sun beated down on me As I laid on the shore The salt is burning my sun burnt Skin In my delirium of dehydration I think I would love some water But with fair bit of Malibu.
inside ruins
i wrote this beating the chest for you laughing in a mad way sweet cinders my hair is growing long ha ha a big beard on my face just sinking deeper into the moss a gorilla just laughing at my own joke my mother today
E-logical world
Well its flat where I'm standing from my left to right. .....lols
The Exam
No exam that I ever had to do ... thank goodness
The Chair Of Doom
Just a bit of humour
Not All Bugs Taste the Same
Pondering
To the one that got away :(
Dedicated to B Hackling (why - hackle, hackle - as an opening line), a pal on his birthday.
The "Cat" in the Hat
a bit of 60s nostalgia, plucking away at my 12 string this morning
Better Off
Trying my pen out on some little narrative poetry about two country farmers discussing their pets.
The Dance
Just a little fun
Do the chicken dance. . . EpisodeII
At that moment the Quasar officer passed by, He made a U-turn and stop at The Dark man, What's in cosmic blazes going on here Son? The Dark man smirk back at The Enforcer and asked, Who wants to know this is a private bachelor party, Double M in
He Asked, She Asked.
Just waiting.
Luas Platform.
Waiting at the bus stop.
The Blacksmith (limerick challenge)
The blacksmith while he was hammering did hit his thumb, oh boy how it stung dipped it in water got bit by an adder boy, he swore and swore at the aching
Prarie Thoughts
Wrote this while I was baling hay back in Texas about 1987.
A Dublin Bus Station.
Waiting in the bus station. A multitude of nations not seeing each other!.......
Hide and seek
You've been hiding for to long now I've been counting lets play hide and seek! Ready or not here I come for you Don't make a sound or your through U Tremble at the sound of my voice Don't cry now it was your choice Did u think I'd never f
I Must Have You
Price: $9.7 million This fifteen foot Bugatti Royale is one of only six that were built. Its huge 12.7-litre engine was originally meant for use in aircraft, and it is one of the largest ever fitted into a car. This example was sold in 1987 during a Christie’s auction at the Royal Albert Hall in London.
chocoholic ........SG's challenge
roast almond chocolate is pretty damn fine but then again the ferrero range is simply divine belgian chockies bring me smile so does cadbury's homely old style anything with nuts and raisins too or maybe caremello is chocolate true t
Eulogy For HD
A bit of humour
Verbosity
A bard I've always wished to be for words they always cherish me and bring to all a great delight when read with relish and foresight or glanced on briefly in despair or intoned softly at the fair or shouted to the world with glee in shades of
Old White Tail
Just a bit of humour ... try to imagine it to the tune of some old sad country song
kid at heart
I think its a great escape from the worries and fears of my "grown up" responsibilities which I can handle reasonably well. if I keep in touch and relax with that childhood fun side of me...nothing wrong with that! ....is there?
Shadow /challenge/
Did I get away with something or what? Lol.
Breathless
You thought what? Shame on you :)
THE OBOE
Only an Oboist would understand, sorry to leave the rest of you out in limbo.
Mistaken Identity
Down around ankles were his trousers as he caressed her he said wowzers finding there no lady it was all so shady as he always seemed to pick posers written 05/22/2014
Hi, I'm New on Here
It's not the "Hi, I'm new here...it's what follows...its disturbing and I had to address it, I feel better now!
First flush of a different kind
Just another nutty moment from me that became more than a sentence :)...just for fun
Maud
I sat in the garden alone The hibiscus in full bloom I was waiting for someone I thought of the man waiting for Maud Crying”Come into the garden Maud” Did she ever appear? But Maud had gone That was her name ‘Gonne’ Actress and feminist in h
SIMPLE SIMON
taking liberty on an old rhyme
a day in the life of 'married man'
Well, today was little different than any day spent with my crazy family (wife). As I had a Drs. visit in Clarksburg today, Hilda and son Jimmy accompanied me so as to visit Lowes to see about a new clothes dryer to replace our non-working one. We fi
Here Lies Joe
I was laying in bed yesterday, and this poem popped into my head. Sometimes, people put very similar epitaphs on their loved one's tombstone.
trapped
if we could only escape these days the frantic ways of so many oh, to be able to finish a sentence in spite of the hopelessness around us imagine the breathing that could take place not to mention clear thought so don't mention it I had the
Rotting Pud
Rotting Pud, It’s like mud, Stuck with the crumbling pain, Stuck in your head the word refrain, Yet I eat, Yet I see, How it has my belly stuck in mud?