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Limerick Journey Poems | Limerick Poems About Journey

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The Arc Of Life

Travelling through life resembles an arc We start out as a child emerging from the dark To reach a crescendo Establishing a tempo Then sadly we all must eventually disembark © Jack Ellison 2015

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015

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Jan's Sonnet Sedan - Tribute Limerick

When an Ode Operator named Jan
hits the road in her Sonnet sedan,
she keeps Lines in their lanes
riding Rhyme's rough terrains
and drives home every Poe'm that she can

This limerick was written 
for my Soup buddy Jan Allison. 
Thank you for your playful 
input and positive support - 
you are appreciated! xoxo

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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Color U

                                             Color U;
                             When is an orange eaten;
                        I thought it was a color to be seen
                                     and not eaten;
                               And what about blue;
                   I thought it was a  type of depression;
                                 What about you...
                             I paint the sun yellow;
                      Does it mean that it's a coward;
     What about brown, is it sound why is it the color of the ground;

                                          Color U;
   What am I to do;
   Purple means royal does it mean that I'm a King;
   And red is the color, that flows through my veins;
   NO it's not
   No it isn't;
               Blood becomes red when it's fed with oxygen;
                      I am lead to believe that I color U
                                   What am  I to do;
           When lavender smells so good and it calms the soul;
      What am I to do;
      When black is the darkness that holds the seed of light;
      Tan you understand is the shade of the perfect man;
                         While white is the color of light;
                                 What am I to do;
                      I am lead to believe that I color U

                       written by James Edward Lee Sr.(c)2017
                                    July 6 2017

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017

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Obsessive workers in their seat 
Anal about documents neat
Choose never to rush
Or the toilet to flush  
Unless the paperwork's complete

Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2012

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Out in the World
A mind is found
And starts a life 
Of Love and Strife

Copyright © Dustin Bennefield | Year Posted 2006

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From Wedding to Marriage

The exchange of vows begins the Journey
love, patience and trust, the needed money
to make every meal
and open every seal
one where bitter leaf spices much honey

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Where Did It Go

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.

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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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 | Year Posted 2015

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I didn’t want to make a great fuss When Fred sat beside me on the bus A great stink did appear - T’was expelled from his rear I went green and started to cuss I thought it would be indiscreet If I upped and went to swap seat He kept passing out gas From his windy fat ass ... (It’s lucky he can’t smell MY feet!) No idea of his real name.. but this really happened to me on the bus yesterday ... I don't have smelly feet 17th August 2016

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Like a castaway on the cosmic sea,
life has been a mystery to me
what can I do now, or say,
but think of my yesterdays,
now my soul, and spirit will be free

Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007

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The Devil's Motel

We are all suspended between heaven and hell Which way are we headed only time will tell If I were to guess Should be scantily dressed In case you're sweltering at the Devil's Motel © Jack Ellison 2015

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015

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Irish war pipes

There was an old man who piped a war                                                                               Do to unfair ban skirls voices of no more                                                                                          Take the war pipes if you can                                                                                                         I’ll lilt with gob until they stand                                                                                         Just before the mob is hyped the victor

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015

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dream on

Anatomy's a bugaboo
But dreaming is not a taboo!
There is something under
Your clothes--so no wonder
I've thought of things I like to do

Author's note: This is about private parts.  We usually keep these to ourself, but the ideas we have are there and cannot be purged from our bed. However, it's not great to brag or make rating lists public.  A lesson for the Donald and the Harvard mens' soccer team. What turkeys!!  

Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2016

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Parisian Slipways

In Paris, was caught in the rain,
and it caused me considerable pain;
sidestepping a well,
in the river I fell -
they pronounced me completely in Seine

Copyright © Bill Lindsay | Year Posted 2015

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Reaching that level

One step to another, high is the rank
in a constant supply full is the tank
riding success’ bike
blessing on a hike
scent of my perfume spreads in every bank.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017

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Long Journey Had Planned

Long Journey Had Planned

Long journey we had often planned,
Which would end up in a far off land;
Waves will flow;
Back and forth go,
And bright sun did shine on soft sand.

Could be a desert or maybe a beach
Where we can hear seagulls screech;
Hear each sound;
Memories abound;
In my mind each sight is within reach.

There is where we want to gallantly go,
Because God Himself had told us so;
His world can endure;
He does know for sure,
While we still stay here on earth below.

Jim Horn

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017