Imagine 1800 pound Clydesdale horses . . .
in the downtown and neighborhoods . . . a vision come true
from farmers fields and barns to city streets
chosen for strength, intelligence and calmness
approachable, highly trained
four legs and a saddle . . . beautiful
Pink isn't the only pretty.
Is stained glass not stunning?
Pink isn’t the only pretty
Is stained glass not stunning?
When light shines through
And glows up onto you
Does it not make you feel
As if you're in the presence of true beauty?
Pretty things don’t have to be bright
Is the night sky not breathtaking?
As it blesses you with its view?
The stars are bright, if you still deny
There are starts in all of us
Even those who are perceived
As darkness through and through
Are you not brought to your knees
By the vision of your love?
Wrapped in the warmth of your home
And the safety of your arms?
Does she not make you believe
She’s from heaven up above?
Stained glass can be
Of any color, shape, or size,
And while it can be pink,
That's not the only hue
The night sky is dark
But it somehow still sparkles
Happiness can shine through
In even the darkest of few
….
Not of importance
But Amazon now have a new department
dealing with customers who set fire to their own packages
See the lashing of the Singer,
I think he's angry at the sindlinger.
He finds it hard to see the awful,
Overshadowed by the gloomy belgian waffle.
Who is that wavering near the horrible?
I think she'd like to eat the orabelle.
She is but a terrible Motherland,
Admired as she sits upon a reprimand.
Her lifeless car is just a dreadful,
It needs no gas, it runs on headful.
She's not alone she brings a battered,
a pet dog, and lots of attard.
The dog likes to chase a scary,
Especially one that's in the arie.
The Singer shudders at the cute apologist
He want to leave but she wants the physiologist.
Sat to jot down limerick in log book
Inept to find my pen carried miffed look
Probed my mum who lay on bed
She guffawed and slapped my head
The clutched one tumbled from hair as I shook
Aug 29, 2020
Note:Limerick fun poetry Contest.
Syllables checked: Howmanysyllables.com
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Clip it Mop it Loved Gallagher’s Pocket
Inside ready to hide …. Lucy’s Locket
Clip it Mop it was the bad sort of bloke
Bullying others said it was a joke.
Strip it Clock it and I had had enough
We thumped CM, decided to get tough
Clip it Mop it ran to get Boomerang
They came back with silly jangly clang clang
So we ran off to snag Buster B. Jake
If we got him the other team would shake.
Buster had already joined Clip it Mop
I faked a seizure and started to flop
Pee Dee Pee Dee
Clip Clip Clip Clip
Whee Whee Whee
Sweetie Sweetie
Clah Clah
Eeep Eeep Eeep
Clah Clah
Whee Whee Whee
Pee Dee Pee Dee
Whee Whee Whee
Birdspeak in the morning
Lucy bought things she may never use.
Her poor hubby, irate, did accuse:
“You have blown so much money!”
She said, “Simmer down, Honey.
I used COUPONS. Please don’t blow a fuse.”
syllable count: 9 9 7 7 9 (used howmanysyllables.com)
August 26, 2019, entered in Tania Kitchin's Make Me Laugh Limerick Contest
I opened my email list
and was quickly surprised to learn,
from Allison and Tim
A BIT OF BAD NEWS:
Some bad news, Gerald,
Senator Murphy is short...
I didn't bother to open it up
to read the entire message
because I know the Senator is taller than most of us
even when both feet are firmly planted
on his platform floor.
I'm sure I would remember Allison and Tim
if we were on a first name basis
And
I know fake news
when I almost see it.
I sit and watch it all
On the sheltered side
Fungus grows on the trees
Where the sun don't shine
From deep in the woods
So fast for to get back home
The horse did trot
Clip, clop, clip, clop
The horse did trot
So fast for to get back home
From deep in the woods
Where the sun don't shine
Fungus grows on trees
On the sheltered side
I sit and watch it all
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
You clip my wings and tell me I must fly
Unknown to me the deed, my faith is strong
I stand there at the edge about to try
My worth to prove, for you cannot be wrong
I wait for breeze of dreams to catch my wings
Secure my trust in you, I take the dare,
and in my heart the song of triumph sings
This flight of love will be beyond compare
A moment more, and I will take to flight
The world will fall away as I will rise
My maiden flight is sure to bring delight
I'll see it all reflected in your eyes
I push off sturdy cliff, but woe is me!
My spiral down to death has set you free!
Eileen Manassian
A ninety foot nymph in a circus bath can bathe admirably at dusk but upon rising the tidal splash brings forth many cackling crabs. Digging and dropping. Drinking and DOING. Such is the efforts of a 1 centimeter oink. Defecation is best done in the morning. Delivery of many mingling mind talk to the toilet then flush. Plip plop then. Sploosh then flush. Oh good oh great. The elephant corridors of the world are very very busy. In torchlight sing an aria to the captain of the cosmos. Dismiss not a bacon flavoured water as it is very interesting to talk to and has travelled many many many times. How many times does a levitating truck visit the top of a mountainous platform? It is unknown. It is not scientifically proven that a snail can travel at very high speeds on the morning. Monumental movements mooing. *** la la la number of dancing duck people *** cosmological x z v I p q u g ***
Stipulations of mild stripy animals can be seen even in a misted monument. As money is a molestation and global percentages is often hazardous. Such jeopardy in high ranking offices. Wow. Penalisation of a queue of poor is a sour and act of radicalised clerics whose antics displease the wibble wobbling signature lines of many a balanced sky temple. So skit not a wild free grass skirted cat. For it us the beams of life that will induce freedom formations. When leaping over a hurdle of biscuits take care not to erode timeless meaninglessness chatter as boxes are utilised to contain essences so do not dare to argue with a rolling pin nor discuss dietary requirements with angelical mildew mops. Moving on. Zombified trolley dashing wisdom lacking duped. La la la.and I am laughing haha *** dramatically shimmering chimney stack in a tropical weave. Xxxx mysticism xxxx clip clop
Clip-Pity Clop, Drip-Pity Drop
Clip-pity clop clip-pity clop
Pencil-toed I walk aloft
The pavements wet and glassy grey
Isolated lane for me to bestride
Bloomy flowers my umbrella atop
Spraying their heads at a riotous fair
The rainy waters like elves in sprite
Streaming down from the dark skies above
Slide down my floral domey roof
Encircling my every moving step
Like the brandished magical wand
To keep all evil at the farthermost bay
Puddles before me my mirrors be
Umbrella held high by cocktailed ring
The skirt a-swish in another hold
Two small leaps on stones for bridge
The helm a-safe did bring a pride
The cooing in the heart the sparkle in the eye
The rainy elves rounding the clippity heels
My heart walks in the rain drippity drop drppity drop
Balveen Cheema
August 23, 2015
Used to be I got haircuts for two bits,
Along with a shave and hair tonic spritz,
From the barber bawdy jokes
Juicy gossip from town blokes!
Now for twelve bucks a clip is all I gits!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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