Best Join Poems
Come and go away with me
and join me in this fantasy
to distant lands beyond the clouds
where we can share a life so free.
no storm clouds looming to disrupt
no one close by to interrupt
just you and me beneath the stars
as solitude let’s life erupt
beneath the stars we’ll spend the night
while bathing in the moon’s pale light
just clinging close until the morn
enjoying moments of delight
and in the morn a bright sun rise
as purple pink lights up the skies
the morning mist lifts in the air
revealing beauty to our eyes
into the air the sea gulls soar
and wing their way along the shore
just floating on the ocean breeze
we’ll soar with them for evermore
the ocean breeze blows in our hair
our skin sun kissed, our feet are bare
our footprints in the pure white sand
while strolling on a beach so fair
on pure white sand by ocean blue
beneath clear skies our lives renew
as all our worries fade away
we’ll spend forever just we two
so won’t you come away with me
and join me in this fantasy
to distant lands beyond the stars
where we can live forever free.
October 3, 2019
Sue dated an old bloke called Darren
He said surgery'd made him barren
But one errant sperm
Escaped from his ‘worm’
Now Sue’s had a baby named Sharon!
05~24~17
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
For his sins he surely will pay
Strong little swimmer went astray
There's tears in his eyes
No nights with the guys
And Susan turned out to be gay!
05~25~17
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
Darren went to the doc to get snipped
The doctor was drunk and he slipped
He was seeing double
And that spelled trouble
Poor Darren got his wiener clipped.
05~24~17
WRITTEN BY JAMES ANDERSEN
Darren wasn't really a talker;
He spent all his time in a rocker.
"But don't worry, Dear,"
He'd said without fear,
Knowing that his sperm used a walker.
05~24~17
WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Darren told Jane the same story
She gave birth to a son named Rory
He thinks he's slick
he's really a prick
And deserves his own category!
05~25~17
WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER
Sue told Darren she was on the pill
But she managed to get pregnant still
It would have been better
If he "wrote" a french letter
Now they have a baby boy named Bill!
05~25~17
WRITTEN BY JOSEPH MAY
Young Rick peed on a stick.
The result made him feel sick.
His emotions went wild.
How could he be with child.
Impregnated by his own seed.
05~25~17
WRITTEN BY RICHARD LAMOUREUX
So Darren was over the hill
Said Susie'd no need for the pill
One old guy
One old lie
Easily told for the thrill!
05~25~17
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
Jan that's not what I find
I disagree if you don't mind
Over sixty they droop
When I take a look
His number if you would be so kind?
WRITTEN BY JEAN MURRAY
Poor Darren developed a cough
Sue put him to bed in a trough
While discussing his manhood.
Sue said, this is no good
I'd feel safer if you had it off.
WRITTEN BY JONATHAN FRENCH
There's a pesky mosquito hoverin' around our ears
If he keeps it up he'll soon be splattered in smears
T-Buzz tries to draw our blood
When he gets hit with a THUD!
We'll celebrate his demise with a party ~ Cheers!
by Lin Lane
A mini vampire with wings,
in annoying high notes he sings.
Tries to fly incognito,
this imp called mosquito.
With blood thirsty appetite stings!
by Carol Connell
That darn mozzie was buzzing like hell
Til I sprayed him with a can of Repell
He can no longer fly
I watched that mozzie die
I’m happy he’s gone – you can tell!
by Jan Allison
That skeeter was in for a thumpin'.
I swatted, but he just kept jumpin'.
I got out the spray,
winked, said, “Come my way”.
And now I'm no longer a-grumpin'
by Dale G. Cozart
There's a pesky bug upon the lawn
One his mother should have never spawn
making noises here and there
wish he'd just disappear
One big ol' zap and poof he's gone
by Tim Smith
T-Buzz flies around in pestering irritation
One good swat'll take care of his elimation
No more buzzin' sound
He's garbage can bound
Thank goodness there's no reincarnation
by Marti Sutherland
I was singing karaoke, acapella
While eating a sandwich of mortadella
Along came a mosquito
Named Little Esposito
I smacked him cuz he wasn't a nice fella
By Mystic Rose
A skeeter singing for a favor
Was wanting blood for a caper
He's playing with fire
His future is dire
Joining others on my wallpaper
By Cheryl Hoffman
A mosquito was buzzing loud
Of his bugle, he felt so proud
My hands would squash fast
That buzz would be his last
Soon, he'd be covered with a shroud
by Jo Daniel
If anyone dislikes the buzzing of a mosquito, join in the collaboration by sending me your lines in a SOUP MAIL.
Darkness arrives..
Quiet and still..
The night is hauntingly beautiful..
Mysterious yet magical..
Moonlight captures my mood..
Intoxicated by pure brightness..
As moonlight shines..
Join me..
As we indulge in the moonlight..
Together you and I..
A calming wind blows softly...
As it calms me so..
Need not have a change of heart...
We were one..
Join me..
My heart is hollow without you..
You left me with cherished memories..
Alive and well inside me..
Although the memories are alive..
My light turned into darkness..
Much darker then the night skies..
Within me there was once an illuminating light..
My intense aura shined brilliantly
Higher then the heavens..
Now I ache for you..
Empty and hollow..
Heart shattered into tiny pieces..
No longer am I whole..
Join me..
So I may once again gaze into your lovely eyes..
With your eyes the sun will shine..
Your warm embrace tickles my heart..
As I become whole again..
Join me..
Sweet love of mine..
So the darkness within me disappears..
My magnificent light shines profoundly
Once again..
Join me..
Sweet love of mine..
So together you and I..
Our intense auras..
Shall reach higher then the heavens..
I'm a firm believer
In limerick fever
(This isn't news)
"It'll cure the blues!"
Says Jan (who is no deceiver)
Written by Jan Allison:
Writing limericks is a fine art
Yes I write about poop or a fart
But show me someone
Whose not dropped a ‘bomb’
then from poetry soup I’d depart!
Written by Lim'rik Flats:
Does art mimic life or life mimic art?
Don't ask me, I'm not too smart.
It seems the soup
Has the same poop
As watching the news (or a fart).
Drama and trauma, factions and foes,
Smiting and fighting, (hard on the nose),
Saves me the trouble
Of viewing double
Saves time, and less grief I suppose.
Written by Ray Gridley:
Raise a toast to this collaboration
Whatever your race or your nation
Just write on a whim
Lim'rick Flat's bound to grin
They are all going to be a sensation!
Written by Daniel Turner:
I know a guy called Lim'rick Flats
Writes limericks at the drop of a hat
Jan is his pal
She's quite a gal
They met in a laundry mat
Jan makes jokes about poop
he puts them in alphabet soop
drinks from the bowl
with no self control
which makes him a nincompoop
Also written by Daniel Turner:
Write all the limericks you want
but don't fart in a restaurant
people will laugh
call you riffraff
even if you're a debutante
Written by John Lawless:
oh the limerick it ain’t quite a sonnet
and the learned, they look down upon it
for they cannot grasp
its head or its ass
nor the cleansing effect of its tonic
Written by Terry Reeves:
Late for work she flew out the door
Took an express elevator to the 29th floor
Let some discreet killer farts
Nearly stopped all their hearts
Left them gagging; she'd evened the score
Written by Tim Smith:
Nonsense is here found out in the alley
Five funny lines we'll add to the tally
a smile or two
we laught till we're blue
so put out your best and join in our rally
Written by Alexis Y:
Hey what's going on in the soup?
Lim'rik Flats I want the scoop
What do you have to say?
You got poem of the day
Congrats, I shouldn't have flown the coop
Written by Jean Murray:
John is always fun.
His poems and their puns.
If you need a lift.
He has the gift.
Lim'rik Flats is number one.
psst. How could I not add this to the string? ~ john
Amidst this greenery and purple heather
Azure blue skies grace our naked souls
Beneath the Cullins on the Isle of Skye
Two in love sharing adventurous goals
On our tartan blanket facing each other
Noses in touch sharing kisses aplenty
Rapid they are in teasingly smother
Tongues now fence, complimentary
Wandering hands on porcelain skin
Gracing, caressing, she sighs as I do
Arching her back, her breasts in rise
Pert to the air, this soon to join two
Slowly in kissing crawl, to her lips I
Caressing undulations, blushing she
Our eyes meet, for they tell no lies
In loving clasp she welcomes me
Rhythmic we are in this rustic place
Seismic groans of wonderment cry
Skin to skin of loving abrasions
Two fused astride my manly thighs
Gyrating hips in sensuous grind
Internal flows await their desire
Passionate kisses now frenzied
Fusion of two in wanting transpire
Today I will enjoy the sun
drink every drop of golden light
sing the nursery rhymes for fun
and spread my wings again for flight
I'll soar above to gain new height
rainbows will kiss on the forehead
as twilight paints my wings bright red
a flight above the deep blue sea.
But all the above joys will fade
if you do not smile and join me.
*iambic tetrameter
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Placement:3rd (Feb 2012)
Contest:Change the Meters
Sponsor:Debi Guzzie
By:kashinath karmakar
In fragile colours you appear to me
Suave pastel strokes that are so slowly
but tenderly washed away from my memory
In gentle lullabies you caress my ears
Warm mumbling in your language
I never was able to master
I want your arms to hold me one more time
Hear your soft smiling whispers
of comfort while you sing for me
Here are the lines we once drew in the sand
There the road of pebbles we created
Our children's voices brutally silenced
At night I look out at the yawning sun
As she draws blood orange hues
And know one day I'll join you
Time deletes you second by word by line
But it can never erase you from my heart
For you are etched in the very core of me
On my way to work today,
It struck me out of the blue,
There’re lots of things I haven’t done,
There’re things I need to do,
I need to bungee jump from off a bridge,
And leap right out of a plane,
I need to speed around in a sportsman’s car,
Then cover myself in Champagne,
And I really need to get a tattoo,
And go to the gym to get strong,
And cut away all these little grey strands,
To help me feel I belong,
Then moisturize my cheeks and nose,
Remove the wrinkles around my eye,
As I drive right through my midlife crisis,
Now my life has just gone by.
What is it,
to be a broken thing?
A glass, carelessly chipped
on the edge of the sink; or
a plate, smashed in anger.
To be placed at the back of the
kitchen shelf and forgotten, or
swept out with the trash on Tuesday.
Tender branches are ripped asunder all the time
by force of wind and storm; made
sudden stranger to the trunk and roots
that once were all they knew.
But humans are familiar;
we can be damaged from misuse, too.
Hearts and minds are fragile things,
even more than brittle bones.
"Careful" we whisper, ashamed,
"do not cut yourself on my sharp ends"
We bandage and hide our wounds away,
terrified for the world to see.
But the ancient Japanese knew
that a shattered bowl can become art,
if you accept and honor each crack and scar;
lovingly traced with brilliant gold.
An orphaned tree limb, itself,
could become the paper bearing
tender words to a lover far away;
and so, find a way to fly.
One day will we see:
that we are not ruined,
just matter reformed?
Scar tissue knit finally over bone;
careful stitchwork wrought by loving hands.
Composed of healed fractures
and patchwork hearts:
forever changed but beautiful
in newfound strength; capable of
things never dreamt of before.
Not whole,
but something more.
My darling
On this moonlit night
Our worlds can combine as one
Whereas we too can become as one
Our hearts therefore beat as drums
Musically, lovely
You and I
Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed
L - Liam come take my hand we can go the straight line
I - I guess we must start when the sun rises
A - As a friend, I'll always be here for You
M - Memories in the future You and I will create
... I admire Your style :)
- Happy Birthday Liam (14.01.15) !!!! -
hugs // 15.01.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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Oh I'm sorry I didn't get it,
not to worry I won't forget it.
In order to win, it's not the contest,
but rather the spin. The more stupid
the parameters, the more ignoresponses
from amateurs. The more moronic the
directions, the more sophomoric
the reactions. Could u b more
histrionic in your language
glucolic, never ending of cliché
pre ponderunceses of innane
uninteresting plainjane, U r a poet because u
have PAID the big $$$ dues and have special
powers of words/phrase lifeology. All will be yours
in member recognition, regardless of yr ignonill offerings
according to this site NOTALENTU.
True is the phrase you
really do get what u pay for. (Please don't end a sentence
with a preposition?)
Real words, dimensions come from a place within;
deep, dank, dark non existant and incoporeal of anything reality based.
U can't pull emo tensions off the top like adding cream
to yr coffee. Poetry is a gutterial personification of the fecal life
that inhabited u as an earthling offspring not chosen
to a family of illgotten gain origin. Given the noncapacity to provide the common
requirements for sociosill survival.
All of u can smooch my **** premise, bend over to shake my
gonadal good interntions as u pissprose praise one another
each other as OMG, yr choice of emotional integrity resonates with my
soulful intent to do better in the world. Throw up here. Vomit
victims filled remorse and no coital containment
u must be kidding when u set up these contests and yr stupid
rules that only u r to privy. To make yrself look literate above all others.
U stink like a skunk that is dead in a trunk. Oh the stinch
is so much that my nose I must pinch. Get off yr high
horse and get with the crowd, as yr present purpose I must protest
to LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Write what u feel and For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge
forget the rest. Bend over.
Small and Extra Large Loo
ma viewed her old man in a helpful mood
her sweetness turned to a fiery storm brewed
a two sitter for the loo
his and her tush fit for two
extra spicy will simmer in his food
Eve Roper 11/18/2016
Fred cut two holes in the dunny
His poor wife didn’t find it so funny
The HUGE hole for HER rear
Now filled HIM with fear
She could drop him in poop so runny
(Dunny is an Australian word for toilet)
By: Jan Allison 11/20/2016
Ma clenched her fists in anger when she saw
the two toilet seats constructed by Pa
he made hers entirely too large
then said her butt's big as a barge
Ma's in jail for murder~she broke the law
By: Lin Lane 11/20/2016
Papa was a sweet pleasing spouse
He built mama a new custom outhouse
One look was all it took
She caught him with a left hook
Widening the door all it took to rouse
By: Sonny Roper 11/20/2016
Nothing beats a good wooden throne
A two seater I’d really condone
Oh to share the sound of the plop
From things that tinkle and drop
I fear the wife, would rather go it alone
By: Mark Woods 11/20/2016
I have been ordered to renovate the loo
so my good wifey can go for a poo
the hole I cut was so large
as it had to fit her ****
Oh im in trouble now, what a to-do
By:Stephen Pennell 11/20/2016
Before Dad could reach the pit,
my enraged Mum took a fit.
The seat as we gawked,
made into a wooden stalk.
For my poor pitiful Pop.
By: Jean Murray 11/20/2016
World stay still
Human is mortal
Life is a tale coming and going.
The Rate of increasing
is higher than the rate of decreasing.
Population of the country rise
meta her economy.
Poverty is unbearable.
It takes great impact in corruption.
People remonstrate "what is the
Impart of government"
Whereas, some cause much of it
Our government are doing their
best to make our country the best
Let join hands together
to build a strong nation
A nation where peace prevail
A nation of no poverty
A nation of no corruption
Let join hands together
To build a generation
of creative generous innovation
Our future lies within our hands.
20/5/2015
Contest: what's the big idea
Sponsor: lyric Man.