"Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of
fear -- not absence of fear." - Mark Twain
A courageous old knight found that there'd
still come times when anxiety flared
but he'd learned through the years
that to conquer one's fears,
one must not be afraid to be scared
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
There's an active young lady who swills
every drop that adventure's cup spills.
If it's filled to the brim,
she will start at the rim
and swim down til she's in to the gills.
Only flirting with danger fulfills
her addiction to trembles and thrills.
Any risk will suffice
if it helps feed her vice.
She pops perils as if they were pills.
She makes mountains where there were molehills,
tempting fate just to sharpen her skills
If she skates on thin ice
and it breaks...GOOD. That's twice
the excitement - the risk AND the chills!
Penthouse windows? She favors the sills.
Peaceful valleys? Just show her the hills.
Faced with any pitfall,
she'll go balls to the wall...
Got a porcupine? She'll take the quills!
As this lifestyle eventually kills,
she wastes no time on planning or bills.
So, you think you'll be set
when she's gone? Don't forget -
this includes life insurance and wills!
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
There was a disabled musician
Who stiffly played every audition.
Now recording with care,
Strumming from his armchair,
On youtube he’ll post each composition.
20141113 for limerick contest
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
It's Anzac Day today
Or lads were sent away
To fight a war
And what the hell for
Because they had to pay
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014
There once was a man who was fearless
Confronting a fear he could care less
His courage was there
Like Samson with hair
Except on his head he was hairless
Courage-Andrea Dietrich Contest
July 4, 2015
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2015
Limerick: Once a fierce Samurai from Xi Ban Guo
Once a fierce Samurai from Xi Ban Guo
Displayed his sword-play in a tornado
But his sword slipped hands
And entered his ampersands*
So now he limps about incognito.
• In fact, I really mean: §
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2013
A man without a job
Had scarce to fill his gob
Scanning the press did See
Much work in jeopardy..'
So his pack; on back did lob.
He'd take train to short supply
Where time; was stacked up high.'
As a man of Limerick town
He was never feeling down
For t'was surely worth the try!
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2015
The music coarses through my veins
As i run down the street
i don't need to look back
to hear the pounding of the feet
My mind races as i sprint
my lungs struggling to continue
but i hear death come closer
not knowing what to do
i see the glint of metal
as he races after me
not fighting for his honor
it is just blood he wants to see
is this how a hero dies, i ask myself boldly
is this what happens when you refuse to back down
my heart starts to fail, my feet start to slow
with barely enough energy, to turn myself around
All i ever did
was stand up to that school bully
and it may have been the last thing i do
i now understand quite fully
if only i had stepped down
let him spit and walk away
instead, i had to open my mouth
and so the consequences i must now pay
i muster up the courage
puff out my chest and turn
but instead of feeling steel
i feel a steady burn
for in my frantic flight
i must have stepped down wrong
for after everything I'd done
i knew that it was sprung
i fall down to the pavement
fearing the very end
that school bully who chose to chase me
would soon learn to comprehend
that i stood up for myself
and would not back down now
i fought back the tears
and stood without a sound
i waited and waited and waited
for the bully to fly around the block
i sat back down and teared up,
as i yanked away the sock
the pain that radiated shot
through my leg and through my bones
anyone one could tell
from the screeching of my tone
i hobbled to the bus stop
picking out the broken glass
the blood hit the ground
and the ground hit my ass
i sat there in my tears
pondering a lie to tell
one that told nothing of my flight
and one that i could sell
i came home late that night
with relief my mother slept
i hobbled to my bed
and passed out as i wept.
Copyright © bradley smith | Year Posted 2008
The days seem so much closer together now , It is hard to keep up. Months click by me like weeks . Is this my time running out.
I seem to lose things more often then I remember annd sometimes I need help . Am I going to forget it all before my time runs out.
So many more soreness it seems and I am sleeping alot . Will I sleep my days away?
My dreams are confusing to me , I sometimes am not sure what is dream and what is real . It wont matter cause my time has run out.
It's a wonderful thing this life we have , But it is much better when your time runs out. That' what this life's about. Flow with time and dont worry about time running out .
Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013
There was once a fellow named Bill
Who mastered an unusual skill
The skill was dope
It involved rope
Which pulled him up the hill
Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013
I once knew a poet named Upma,
People laughed as she wrote on karma,
Critics inked their dreary wit,
She egressed emotive shit,
On the go, now tries pen on dharma.
Written Feb 25th, 2016
For contest "Sensitive commenting" by Linda
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2016
Must be quite strong and take winter in stride
Rugged Canadian winters are hard to describe
The lack of old sol
Main reason we fall
In a funk till the springtime and the robins arrive
© Jack Ellison 2016
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016
Written by Gail DeBole on October 7, 2015
Sal the Snail wished for a ride
On a turtle before Sal died
With his antenna intact
And the wind at his shell's back
He'd relax while enjoying the stride.
Sal the Snail's Haiku
Sal the Snail's To Do List
Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2015
Secret Asian agent potato man
can do wait a Secret Asian agent potato can
He climbed a hill
which and the mill
Then fell down and skinned his man peel
Copyright © jam TM | Year Posted 2016