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The Jumping Bean Limerick
Smaller than grandma’s gold locket
Hyper fella all warm in my pocket
Each has its unique features
Not a bean-- but a creature
A rare Mexican find-- don’t drop it!
Tiny moth lays eggs on bush’s leaves
Seeds grow around moth larvae like sleeves
Once heated it starts to move
Jumps from hand and starts to groove
Look how he bounces and weaves!
Written for John Moses Freeman's~Hilarious Limericks Contest
By Gwendolen Rix
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Changed climate is not a surprise
With drilling for gas on the rise
Where can life forms hide
From carbon dioxide
And methane let loose in the skies?
Neo-druids auger gas wells
And add fluids with sulfurous smells!
Are poisons they've tapped
With their magic wands trapped
Evermore by sorcerous spells?
Votes and news seem not relevant
The unrelenting elephant
In all our best rooms
Is fossil fuel's fumes
And toxins we can't circumvent
He dreamed of her without her clothes
Her panties and bra let’s lose those
With her high heels gone
Let’s not dwell upon
Why he had them on heaven knows
As I sit here and wonder where did it all go,
Why did I hurry to get here is something I do not know.
My life has pased by so quickly just a blink of the eye,
Can't remember all the things I've done or the reasons why.
What was the purpose of this it all seems so insane,
I'm left with nothing but emptiness am I to be the blame .
Where are my friends and family am I the only one left,
I guess because of what I've done this is what I get.
This isn't what I was looking for not what I imagined at all,
There is nothing I can say or do and theirs nobody I can call.
Will it ever become clear to me why don't I understand ,
Is this that wonderful plan was that God has made for man?
The path I chose to follow always seemed to take so long,
I'm begining to believe that just maybe that I was wrong.
Thinking about all the things in my life that have come to past,
Down deep I have always known that they were never meant to last.
So this is what it is like to reach this old age of mine ,
I'm starting to see that it was never really about time.
Waiting seems to be all there is for me to do these days ,
Untill the time that light shines bright showing me my way.
Feeling much better now that I have come to see,
That there was a plan and it was made especially for me.
Dark matter makes scientists sweat
Their telescopes can't find it...yet
What's lost could be found
If they’d just turn around
And gaze at a sexy brunette
She wore red candy lips on Halloween
They didn't know she was a vampire queen
Her kiss was so sweet
Swept him off his feet
Sadly,no trace of him has ever been seen
Barbara Gorelick 7/21/12
An Indian man was laughed at
for his long beard and big hat,
but much truth came out
of his wise mouth:
the next day the river dried at sunset!
< once came along pair gemini twins
castro and pollux from third sign in
well sons of an zeus man
all from mercury clan
sharing wealth of intelligence sin
with ever compatible libra scales
along with aquarius that wales
fire signs given few
pisces they known too
beneath sun and moon's with semi's tale
Written By Katherine Stella 6/26/11
Entry For Nette Onclaud's
Zodiac Zones Contest
While watching man jog to his friend
A frog croaked a future portend
Man finished his jog
By sitting on log
And that’s how the frog met his end
She walks among the shadows of my house
Barely even there – quiet as a mouse
She has never said a word
At least none that I heard
She’s the image of my dear departed spouse
She’s here because her spirit just can’t leave
She’s here because no one has yet to grieve
She looks me in the eye
As if to ask me why
I often chuckle – she’s so damned naïve
It’s not that she was really all that bad
It’s just that one night tryst that she had
I couldn’t stand her sight
So later that same night
I accosted her with my own pentad
She knows I hit her with a hammer – hard
She knows she’s buried right in our backyard
Yet she comes into my home
And she won’t let me alone
She’d like to hoist me on my own petard
Ok – so maybe I’m a real louse
For knocking off my dear departed spouse
But that don’t give her the right
To haunt me day and night
As she walks among the shadows of my house
Pentad – five elements of investigation – in this case – who, what, why, where, how
Petard - The word remains in modern usage in the phrase hoist with one's own
petard, which means "to be harmed by one's own plan to harm someone else"
or "to fall into one's own trap," literally implying that one could be lifted up (hoist, or
blown upward) by one's own bomb.
Written 6/18/11 - 10:02 PM
Honorable Mention in Ghosts contest