They warned me what might be in store.
But I heard all those stories before,
how they do not come back,
disappear in the black,
and I find them a colossal bore.
So I wade out at dusk with my vest,
bamboo rod and a hat with a crest.
Oh, so sure, that this time,
I will hook on my line
the one catch that will prove who is best!
When they found me, the next afternoon,
my remains made the search party swoon.
So, take heed and beware!
Do not venture or dare
to trespass his domain- BLACK LAGOON.
Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr.
Limerick : Once a Dark Horse in a handicap
Once a Dark Horse in a handicap
Led head, tail and hoof in the last lap
All eyes on winning post
Cameras clicked the most
Horse lost in the negative, so clap !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Copyright © T Wignesan
There once was a man that was lackluster
Who's life was one giant cluster
Writes a suicide note
He slits his throat
Blank stares are all his family can muster
Copyright © Dustin Craig
Blinded and saving the love talk in the dark
In a sensuous connection came a spark
An active mind bee-lined for a kiss
Shilly-shally bemused as lass remarks
Lips to nose in a clear view face, turns dark.
Copyright © Ako Henshaw
It's goodbye to mad Frankie Fraser
The East Ends gangster appraiser
So loyal to the Kray's
To his very last day
One the Sixties ultimate erasures
Copyright © James Fraser
He made her life a living hell.
Her heart immune to the death knell
She breaks down and cries
Tears spring from her eyes
Her acting days now serve her well.
Contest: Open Poetry
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
11th July, 2015
Copyright © Paul Callus
Dear little eight year old me
Who's seen the impact of cruelty
Know through the years
There'll be more tears
And hope will feel like a fantasy
The world you know grows dark
The faith you trust will part
Your heart will break
From others mistakes
And familiar anguish will scar
The past will be an open tale
Your darkest secrets soon unveiled
And those naïve
Will choose to leave
But even in this love prevailed
For sweetheart let me tell you this
In the middle of chaos you'll find your prince.
His words will assure
His cuddles secure
And change your world with a kiss
Initially cautious of intent
Believing only to be pretend
As months pass by
You instead will find
Every declaration he made, he meant
In time your heart will soften
In his presence pain is forgotten
The half to your whole
The mate for your soul
Forever together, I'm confident
He'll show you an alternative life
One only the heavens could contrive
Visions will carry
Of being married
Becoming one day his wife
So darling be forewarned
Of the coming trials and storms
But through the gray
There'll be a day
When a love between two is born
Copyright © Jessica K
There was once a young dancer
Who was recovering from cancer
She wanted fame
but her leg was lame
So people called her a prancer.
I know it's really mean and sad but I had this as homework
and I honestly couldn't think of
rhyming words and than I just thought of this.
Copyright © Secrets inyoureyes
Even though "Only the good die young"
A very well known song that's sung
But should it be said
Means less in the head
They wanted death before off the tongue
Copyright © Matt Forshay
To die before you die is worse then death itself.
Time doesn’t stop as you are sprung backwards.
Now you have to climb forward.
Desperately yearning to revert to your normal self.
Desperately wanting something to spring you back to where you were, happy.
Copyright © Sean Fahrnebruch
The dark prince and the almighty Gods' darkest whore,
The prince defies God so he is going to even the score,
He's crowned with disloyalty and encouraging her lie,
Sitting by her darkened throne and views the lashings go by,
The Lord then slams and then seals heavens' eternal door.
Copyright © Dawn Gordon
The Devil's Agents
- A Dark Limerick
There Once Was A Man Named Several
Who Became A Secret Agent For The Devil
But When He Asked His Boss
What The Job Would Cost?
He Was Told, 'That's Above Your Pay-Grade Level'
(Rom. 6: 23)
Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/24/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Copyright © MoonBee Canady
She tossed her coin into wishing well
For all to see and for all to tell,
She wished for a husband
One tall dark and handsome,
Hoping the well would break her dry spell.
Well her suitors came from all around
Some gross, some queer, no handsome found,
She looked for a keeper
And not just a looser,
Then she met one financially sound.
Tall dark and handsome, was just a joke
She'd settle for one who wasn't broke,
She got an old fella
He's thirty years older,
And just recovering from a stroke.
Her wish at the well partly came true
When she and her old man said "I do,"
Since she was no beauty
He fulfilled his duty,
It was her Daddy who paid him too!
Copyright © JACQUELYN STURGE
Jacko has a dark side as well as one of fun
He laid out too long in the hot sizzling sun
Didn't turn over
Got over exposure
White in front but dark on his bum
© Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © Jack Ellison
The space shrinks now the dark nights are here
It closes around but theres nothing to fear
When February arrives,
It will be light at five
So get them in folks and lets have a beer.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
I once knew a man named red
Who had a really big head
If not for the thinking,
And all of the winking,
He knew you'd always be dead.
Copyright © Criss Tripp
always had a story
filled wit guts and grim
til most folks around these parts
those with their full share of smarts
asked her where she finds her glory.
is not my heart's keeper
and I thank you so for asking
just what I see as our life tasking,
to face our fears as permanent sleepers.
how could your story
of climatic strangulations
and cataclysmic slaughter of multiple reiterations
do other than make us snorey?
Story can wake you up
if you drink them with half-filled inductive cup
rather than gulping with competition
while choking on potential cooperation
between what's contracting down while expanding up.
What is this mystery
we cannot see?
of breathing ego down while eco-up,
soothing prickly cats by playing gooey pups,
confusing what might become
with how we choose to be?
You've asked me well
so I must tell,
my gory mystery
of permaculturing history
is what makes my regenerating health so swell.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck