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Diasbled Musician

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


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Anzac Day

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

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Courage

Courage

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


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As all time's in short supply'

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

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Courage - Limerick

"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

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Trembles and Thrills

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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!

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11/04/2015

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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courage

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

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Secret

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 © Elliot Sutton | Year Posted 2016

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Limerick: Once a fierce Samurai from Xi Ban Guo

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

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Sal the Snail's Bucket List - First Item

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.

Related Poems:
Sal the Snail's Haiku
Sal the Snail's To Do List

Copyright © Gail DeBole | Year Posted 2015

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Times Running Out

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 . 
Tac

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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Unshakable

Unshakable 





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

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A Major Funk



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

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A fellow named Bill

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

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Why didn't they kill me

scars have the power to remind us that the past is real-"hanibal lector"



Why didn't they kill me... why am i still here...?
Being successful is my goal...being flat broke, my biggest fear 

The pain is far to great to hide, laying awake, wide eyed, contemplating suicide,
what is my purpose, and if i stay alive, would it all be worth it? 
will I make something of myself? or maybe i should just forfeit, 
my one wish is to not have to worry, and to all those I've disappointed, I gave up, and I'm sorry. 
A strong man is what people think of me, 
but deep down inside, a child is what i aim to be, 
because you see, a child, so carefree, 
doesn't worry about the downsides to the world, 
only the fun things God lets them see....
please, one day set me free, 
take me away, 
from this hurt filled life that I lead, 
I plead and plead for someone to rescue me, 
but when I look in the mirror, what is it that I see? 
a broken down child, crying on both knees. 
this life gives no mercy, and only the strong survive,
how will my family react...in the event of my demise? 
i pray no one cries for me, because i am in a better place, 
I've rid myself of the bitter pain, sadness and disgrace 
maybe if i get another chance, my demons i will face, 
but for now i walk through the valley of death, a sad, cold, and bitter place.
Hoping after this valley ill see heavens smiles and grace,
but I fear that my mistakes will lead me to the devils face 
so many mistakes I can never erase, You only get one chance,
so my advice is to seize the day.
I've tried...I've prayed and prayed, but the pain still wont go away
day after day, my life i want to take away...but even that I fail to do
so night after night I'll lay,
in bed awake but dreaming, of the day my pain goes away...

Copyright © john fedele | Year Posted 2009

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what's that under your skirt

Here’s a thought that could be pursued
For the Scotts who would be tattooed
It is the new fad
To ink a kilt that's plaid
Around parts not normally viewed


Author's note: Thanks to Kelly in Old Town's (Va) restaurant for the inspiration. You are a fantastic server.

Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2017

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A Big Sissy



Scheduled to have a blood sample taken A big sissy I've become, start sweating and shakin' It's just not right It's Dracula like It ain't human to stick a needle into someone's bacon

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017

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In a difficult Society

Taking a step comes with a mind hard boiled
simple results come with body so soiled
despite life’s onanisms
some are full organisms
adapting to the heat to be well coiled.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017

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Jokes so Costly

Amidst strong foes, in real, he plays the hang
disturbing a hive to trouble the gang
one on a town to sweep
ride on sea with a jeep
placing the hand on a poisonous fang.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017

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My Name Isn't Stan



All those in love, please raise up your hands Holy crap, that's amazing, more than I'd planned Who woulda guessed Every poet and yes Love's taking over or my name isn't Stan

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017

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The Worst Crime

When it comes to these little rhymes
Being vague is the worst of all crimes
Don't mess around
Stand your ground 
That's what I always say sometimes!

Copyright © PAT Adams | Year Posted 2017

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Fortitude and Vicissitude

Fortitude and Vicissitude

What we will need is the fortitude
So we can withstand each vicissitude
In life and be able to survive
Also as well as remain alive
By a reporter will be interviewed.

Jim Horn


http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016

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No Talky Before Coffee



No talky before coffee, it's the rule of the house A well known fact, your day will go south Hand signs may linger But no middle finger And no naughties allowed to come outta your mouth

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017

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Current of Ambition

Extracting a Scottish smile with fluent Cornish
taming the devil with a play so fetish
stealing a bugler’s earring
intentions not on airing
crude coal gets refined to appear whitish.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017

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Loud voice of Reputation

Grabs respect from others in a gabble
perceived mindset never vague but noble
honour sends a consult
for one not a kidult
acts of doing good, just formidable.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017

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Timely Resurrection

Situations of life on goodwill may abrade
each stroke and fall, bringing out a lower grade
a cracker Jack
to welcome back
carving out an attraction from the same trade.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017

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Hand of Command

Commanding loyalty from the mind’s craft
authority a structure and a draft
will and influence grow
clear foes on a throw
not only from below is placed his shaft.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017

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Rodney King



Methinks people are taking themselves way too serious Lighten up people, it's getting to be quite supercilious “Can we all just get along” An old Rodney King song Passed away today, remembered when LA became nefarious

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017

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No Man Is An Island



Youse guys are my inspiration for writing each day Appreciate and listen carefully to hear what you say No man is an island My skills have widened Since reading your comments on my daily essays

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017

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Silencing Stone

One stone from a sling was thus hurled.
Rose high in the air as it twirled.
Goliath fell dead,
fatal blow struck his head.
Shepherd boy rocked the giant's whole world.

11/9/17

submitted for Two Word Challenge Contest sponsored by John Lawless

If you are not familiar with this Bible story, it is in the book of I Samuel chapter 17, verses 4-51. I tried to post it here, but it was too long.

Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017