Best Droll Poems

lately, i have been in this female mood
for some kind of abandon, that
which exhales the tigress fire
out of my lungs digging the veins
from a week's'...

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Remember the story 
of Billy Goats Gruff?
The troll under the bridge,
and all of that stuff?
If you liked that old story
it's all good and well,
but it...

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The grass
alas
is shorn
like corn
the dew
eschews
forlorn
this morn

the crowd
avowed
the ball
and all
then groans 
and moans
clubs thrown
are known.

Embued
and hued
the words
like swords
wrong swing
the sting
bad lie
too high

the squeeze
on knees
in pleas?
to seize
the...

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You can hear it whisper in the night
Passing on its tales of utter delight.
It moves between both quill and soul.
Of ordinary things, it finds so...

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~Sand-Castle~

***relaxing medicine***

dreams of the sand
Underneath the ocean stars
Sleeping with the wind


***the beast dreams***

Mr. Sandman's bag
Romantic, like pouring rain
Seashore bash


***the world is home***

Wishing well mirage
Homeless but...

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Going through some old things that just had to go,
I came upon something that nearly got tossed.
Memories came to me from long ago. . ....

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A forehead wrinkles 
at the pounding of water from the sky

It kind of wishes that
it could  d
       ...

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It's Father's Day again,
   but you aren't here.
There's no card to be bought;
   no phone call to be made;
  ...

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If you would like to have your limerick(s) posted, soup mail them to me.

Ms. Rude is still writing her snide remarks
She sounds like a mad...

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how sweet the love,
 of the soul-mate soul,
who generates love,
 that i can't hold,
to transfix her,
would be my measure,
the natural cuddle, 
burning pleasure,
my mind, 
the...

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My muse opens my eyes to starlight, when in darkness I would cower.  
          ...

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On the very darkest night;
The absence of reflected light.
When  mortals are asleep in bed;
Mythical creatures begin to tread.
Among the dark and ancient trees,
Only the...

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Oh, the gullible women threw themselves
at his intellectual poetry and prose.

To him, ah, he was as delightful as the scent 
of a fragrant spring rose....

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Posted at my new blog -Lesser Known Poets Series- continued, 
two poems written, honoring sixth poet chosen,  James Thomson
his great poem- The City of...

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droll
slap you with a word
then, cross arms and wait
that's how she'd get you ... Grace Cleaves
out-of-the-blue idiosyncrasies that she'd notice in you
laid quite flatly in...

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