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Just having fun with Limericks folks new to this.
A small figure leapt out with gold. Storms can get bogged down on his foretold Mischief lingers in his mind Hot air blows him up wide Reaching the top of a flower load
Who does not like a good made salad? Hope this humors up your day!
It’s always fun to share a little hillbilly humor with you all in my native dialect……but we do make language fun up here in the Upper Appalachian Mountains….
I won't respond if you say this or that, I won't be available for nonsense chat, I won't accept text or anything next, I won't reply if I think you lie, I won't be here to communicate, I won't, I won't...this is so......why am I alone?....I just
Let me know if you want to read the rest
Is a music like I toke as a poem
Recently a poem of mine was deleted without explanation Not only is poetry a form art and self expression but historical documents giving reference to thought and feeling a particular moment in time. Lots of writers and artists have faced this situation The poem had comments and views. So I wrote the poem opening whoever decided to delete this work of art?might find the courage to explain why
This whimsical poem anthropomorphizes global organizations as players in a game of hide-and-seek, symbolizing the complexities and hidden actions of global politics and economics. It playfully critiques the elites who navigate these institutions, subtly wielding power. Despite its light-hearted tone, it acknowledges the grave consequences of their decisions. The poem aims to make the abstract concept of global governance relatable, aiming to provoke thought and discussion. The poem was written with a spirit of light-hearted cynicism, highlighting the absurdity of these power dynamics, yet it carries an underlying hope for a more transparent, shared global governance. This ode falls under the category of "Satirical Poetry." Satirical poetry uses humor, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people's stupidity or vices, particularly in the context of contemporary politics and other topical issues. In this case, the ode humorously critiques the often unseen actions of global elites, symbolized by leaders of major international organizations, and their effect on world affairs.
Wrote this 6-9-2023. I thought of writing something Rock off a scale of the days of yore of Rock! Perhaps something like a modern-day oldie with rock, blues, and jazz style, or maybe something more The sound somewhat modern studio wise, but the vocals, the group, very old school style. Let's day the 50's early 60's? An interesting aspect, eh? lol Until then
Aint life funny especially these days lol.
Wrote this one 4-7-94. A real off the wall poem instead of a usual song, but when you look back almost 30 years later, you wonder what the Hell was I thinking or doing at the time when I wrote this! lol Until then...
I wrote this in 1973 in Florida
About sums up my day. ??
These English rules...
Just having some fun with the word/term 'holdup'...;-D
Santa's equivalent
There's something about horses..
ok I'm idle, writing some rhyme, I should be writing about spring!
FORREST GUMP goes to HEAVEN The day finally arrived when Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper. St. Peter said, "Well,
Remembering cs 12 years ago When Steven Curtess got some of our poems published in a book. All with permission of course. Grand poet he was.
* Luckily, he missed! (I had fun writing this)..
As we age we tend to lose our ability to keep up with some certain things as human not because we are clueless or careless but because nature can't be outrun so its a gift of life we should appreciate as human.
Just having fun with rhymes....
I sketched this down in 12/93. This is one of three I came across.
* A hill near Abergavenny (in Wales), popular with hang gliders ** An English surname....note: any resemblance, to any person (living or dead), is purely coincidental *** (Naturally this poem contains some assonance)...
Original lcbr poem (edited slightly)....from the blogs....(A bit of shameless self-promotion!)
An original lcbr poem, (from the blogs)......
I talk to the old codger But he's an old dodger As sly as a wisp of smoke In due proportions Not gross distortions I now beseech You old bloke To present the question (That's just a suggestion) In format that's not from Mars Or have y
The marvel of the Ancient Greeks.... The term pi, was not used by Pythagoras, at the time...(hence the inverted commas)....But it amounts to the SAME thing!....(The ratio of a circle's circumference/diameter), and he DID wonder rather a lot about that!
Brighten your day
It concerns our poet"s corner-The way I see some poets on our Poet"s corner .. I tried to write with humor and a little bit of irony))) sometimes it's just getting very funny ..
Why?, Why? does there need to be an answer to existence, Why not exist? No one knows, where we go, where this all goes, if we could only stop looking, we may enjoy being here! Lets all just drink Tennessee whiskey and then go to bed!
And the cost of living is rising faster than the tide, We have no control, just along for the ride, I can’t go on holiday, I can’t go away, I can’t be there, and I can’t afford to stay, Foreign interference makes life a misery, for all of y
Secret intelligence from the survelliance "mast", shows life cant continue, it's growing too fast, ozone layers, emissions from cars, carbon footprints, it just can't last, The earth is heating up all too soon, the ice cap is melting, it's no
I've decided to write my bucket list......... 1. Mop bucket Thats it!
I HATE when people tell me money does not grow on trees, its so annoying, I KNOW MONEY DOES NOT GROW ON TREES, I looked! But where does it grow?, not anywhere you or I know, tis in the coffers of the rich and powerful, in foolish hands, in fore
The art of communication has changed, rearranged, instead of "I said", its now, "I was like" instead of " I said back" it's "I turned around and said", so they are constantly turning around (for no reason) being like something (for no reason) and T
At twenty one and twenty five, you wonder who will be alive, at forty one and forty five, you just don't know who will thrive, at fifty one and sixty one, you wonder why you're not gone!
Marigolds in June can thrive, its Cosmos that do survive, in April and May, who knows what to say, but certain roses bloom all year round, Chantilly Lace shows its grace, but Cinnamon Snow is the way to go. I think, well, it's swim or sink!
filling in time, Happy Easter all
"It has been said that time heals all wounds. I don't agree. The wounds remain. Time - the mind, protecting its sanity - covers them with some scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone." Don't know the author of this quote, but I do rel...
interesting poem, thanks...
Hi D.H. I will drink a toast to this wonderful piece of magic Stunning thoughts... a beautiful read Thank you for sharing Lots of love sent your way Martina xxx...
I really dig those last 2 lines, but the entire write is great! Hit us with more!...
Very nice work Bentlee...good way to think and live.. and I somehow suspected this about you... I especially like the last line.. no need of concern where you are where you've been....
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