Whether it is now some folks’ habit
Or a lifestyle to try a bit,
You should begin to inhibit
The thoughtless actions others exhibit...
For here in Ariel we actively prohibit
Lovers having to cohabit
And should be the last to simply sit
While lovers below the belt chastity hit
Making the still-not-profaned their teeth grit.
There once was a promiscuous rabbit
For whom sex was a thrice-a-day habit
He'd forfeit his soul
Going down the hole
To pay the rent, he had to cohabit
May 23, 2019
Entry in 'Bawdy Limerick
Let's Keep it PG-13 Poetry Contest'
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
When the rose in spring prime does glow
And the breeze, down by the dew does blow
And when dawn starts to rise and grow
Do not tell me, it is so good; yes I know..
I know that good and beauty are duo
I know that evil and bad are both foe
And yet, I love the eagle and its claw
See! beauty comes even with a flaw
Ride your fantasy, over the world and through
And see high mountains, and waves below
Sweet songs from robin and so is the crow
And the night, darker with a brighter day too
Summer has burn, winters with cold can do
And fall dismal, in between, in slow follow
And,now the fields are ripe its time to mow
Good days past, if the reaper did, then sow
To see the dust into crops has turned so
Ripe wheat, and fruits, all sorts mellow
Whoever sows, whatever his sorrow
Shall one day reap, see a bright morrow
I had time to see things come and go
From the rising sun to its setting low
And so I know its life with joy and woe
That I must love beauty and its claw
Heart and mind must cohabit in duo
Nothing outlasts, only God is solo
Human race, don’t boast on the casualty coast
Frisking, seeking, pricking and nicking the truth
On a continental coast as to your truth you toast
Sending to Coventry the uncouth
Pummeling the truth, belittling the youth
Whose views you deride
As your rollercoaster swings South
In the company of your petty pride
In tow to brandish the interpretation
You vaunt with no iota of shame
At the place of honour you accord to the incantation
You blurt in the claim
You push far above merit
Twisting the truth, alienating allies
Although the truth you fail to inherit
In the realm where lies and flies
Sometimes cohabit
Dancing in tandem with hubris
Cultivated into a horrible habit
Which tends to increase
At sunup, at sunset
When the truth cries
Causing a major upset
As the zone of the truth decries
Sufferings the truth endures
In diverse fora
Where jesters ensure cures
Arrive fast to prevent error and terror
From decimating puritan platforms
Preventing them descending into the farce
That demeans the truth in its multifarious forms
While ascertaining misinterpretation remains sparse.
ON FINDING NEMO
Nemo is blue, and I am a rabbit,
Comical thoughts my brain inhabit,
Thoughts invent friends imaginary,
Quite silent, tacit but delusionary,
Women's fantasies are good,
For older Red Riding Hoods alone in the woods!
Do not have a victim mentality,
Smiles are universal and free,
A concept not so imaginary.
In each person's brain, thoughts cohabit,
Nemo is blue and I am a rabbit!
Here I sit once again,
I’m dreaming of you,
Even though I’m told
(Frequently) you don’t exist.
You’re my fantasy love,
(Stranger to this world)
With two parted lips
Waiting for me (to be kissed) .
We cohabit one heart
So tight are we bound
(No jealousy there) ,
In love choose to serve others.
We accept that our lives
In service to Christ
Are open to all….
Who are sisters and brothers!
We’re both fine with the fact,
Our dreams come second,
God’s plan for our lives,
We always try to put first.
Our passion’s to channel,
Let God’s blessings flow,
Through work of our hands,
To hearts of those feeling cursed.
Dear God grant that this dream
Becomes flesh indeed,
Our lives tenderly
Merge in love to serve many.
But if in Your Will, love
Never comes to my side,
Pray, quiet my doubts…
On days in fact I have any.
Some people think I'm crazy
But I'm not an empty suit,
Though sometimes I sound hazy
When I take that extra toot.
I don't mind if people find
My long lost indiscretions.
Errors past are cast from mind
Along with all confessions.
Priest and pastor vanities
Indecently abundant
Do reflect debaucheries
Perversely now redundant.
My politics are changing
As the years are rolling on
But I am not arranging
To become a Limbaugh pawn.
Ditto-heads are overfed
Dumb people who must flatter
Oxycontin Limbaugh led
Mysogynistic chatter.
Blubber-belly Huckabee
Is just a perfect gomer
Add to that hypocrisy
You have a fat misnomer.
Sara Palin made some hay
While daughter made a baby
Sara says "No sex, no way"
But daughter said "Well, maybe."
The daughter did cohabit
Under mother's halo glow
But randy as a rabbit
Her young lust just had to grow.
I’m as old as creation, yet, I’m still in my youth
I am all things to millions of species
Most of which are yet unknown
Deep and full of never ending riches
Untold mysteries lie hidden, deep within my bosom
I commune with my new born while they nurse at my breasts
Potent secrets imparted are locked within their hearts
I am beautiful! I am lush green
Embellished by colors of the rainbow
I call down streams from mountains and valleys
They cohabit my mighty river
This feeds my offspring from far and wide
Perhaps I hold the key to end all diseases
And if left to flourish, there is no end to what I'd give
She was demure,
And not like others,
A blush rose over her cheeks,
Whenever she was looked hard,
She spoke soft,
And did not bellow like others,
She was not heard often,
By those who in fact did not want to hear anybody,
But she was heard for fast by those who really wanted that,
She had tried to be like others,
But simply could not,
She could not grab, run and cry,
And gave a by to many opportunities with a smile wry,
If she was wool ,
How could she cohabit with wood and iron,
And she knew that,
So she chose her friends with care,
And their circle was small,
Soon she got a mate her type,
And gelled real well,
For life she remained simply like that.
the body knew that it had value,
the lips,cheeks,hairs,eyes,nose,ear(earlobes),arms,stomach,breasts,
hips,*****, thighs and legs,
all worked to make it one,
that was run by brain,
all of gut things inside,
zipped in a chemistry,
that made me what I am,
and that made them what they are,
our body "corners" worked as symbols,
as we did communicate and cohabit,
and used spatial props to do so better,
something eroded now and something then,
our corners got"rounded" and we all,
turned into vegetable gel,
looking for value-our own heaven or hell.