Feeble Trump called out Joe Biden
He’s messed up and always hidin'
Who botched Pacific
Is not terrific
And his approval’s now slidin'!
Creepy planters from Delaware town
Their heads all ugly, weird smile or frown.
I cannot believe how annoying they look.
As strange as anything in any horror book.
Oh, they are yours I say to the artist with a smile.
Pretending they are not hideously strange and vile.
The artist is not fooled; she is my great-Aunt Candy Keen.
I make them for people I despise she said, people who are mean.
decorated decoy Delaware defined
deep-sixed, deemphasized, double design
daring dubious decorum delightful definitive
dashing, dazzling, diddling diminutive
demolished, derogatory doll-like, defy
decayed, decomposed, decolorized, dubious decry
decoded, decrypted, deepened delegate
decolorized, décor, defined duly designate
discontinued, delighted Des Moines detective
declaring Delaware dappled, doggedly defective
dashing daydreaming decoy declaring delude
damaging, destructive, dizzy, debatable deluge
i never dreamed i would miss
my first haven.
the dusty little room
filled with a misty smell.
windows covered with
dusty soot, outdoors a
little hell.
the abandon flats with shadowy
visitors at night. the empty liquor bottles
left covering the street.
it was a haven of being
on my own, being alone.
the ragged kids playing ball
with winos refuge from nights ago,
the shiny cadillacs parked
in front of the ragged flats.
the corner liquor store
always a busy place.
stray dogs wander
like the children,
just as stray, just as stray.
the daily belles sitting
on porches waiting for
sunset to hit.
pretty themselves up
to report to their
nightly post.
the liquor store closes
long before night.
whites might not
see daylight if the
store stays open late.
the children retreat,
the dogs stray on,
cadillacs cruise,
and the belles walk on.
and i, i got married,
we moved, i miss
delaware and poe,
just another corner of detroit.
There was a hen from Delaware
Who purchased blue feathers to wear
She harboured a mania
To see Pennsylvania…
One state to another compare.
She heard there were Phillies at play
And diners where food was buffet
She found no utopia
Fell victim to phobia
Whenever she drank Chardonnay.
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Delaware is nicknamed "Blue Hen State"
Contest: State Limerick
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
© 24th July 2019
A student from old Delaware
Wore ladies undies for a dare ...
Suspenders with stocking
It truly was shocking
Cos underneath them he was bare!
How many syllables - 8,8,6,6,8
State Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
7/15/19
If you go over to that craps table today,
chances are, with empty pockets you will walk away.
You will be sorry if you adamantly stay.
A few lucky suckers may experience a win.
However, evanescent will be their victorious grin.
Whatever they win will be thrown back to the house.
After their bankroll is tapped, they will feel like a louse.
Remember what happened the last time in Atlantic City?
You lost that fiery temper of yours, and tangled with security.
In no time at all, what developed was a fist city.
The outcome of the donnybrook was not very pretty.
They booted you out of the place, and didn’t feel any pity.
For all you did, you should have realized.
From that particular hotel, you would be ostracized.
Today, we are on the other side of the Delaware.
In this Pennsylvania house, no better will you fare.
Terza Rima Sonnet
aba, bcb, cdc, ded, ee
So much alike though we are twelve years apart
Different father same mother, we are twins
Rebellious, beautiful with a selfless heart
The age nineteen her adulthood now begins
Piercings, ear gauges, tattoos makes a statement
Life so far, inking the story on her skin
A trip to Europe, a week she could have spent
Instead, chose to come visit me for that week
We had a blast together, she seemed content
She is young and I am nearly an antique
I am at the age where I must guide along
From my own experience I can critique
Before her visit we had gone way to long
She plans to move here, this is where she belongs.
Jared Pickett
4/6/2012
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Capital Trail, Delaware
by June Ellen Smith
Workers came, chopped the front yard.
Made Capital Trail, Kirkwood Highway.
Lived there when I was six years young.
Trees galore, weeping willow I swong on.
Caught turtles, bugs and bats for pets.
Buttercups glowed under chins. Nests
Of bluish eggs, were not to touch them.
My father grew up in this house, then
Brought my brother. Then I was there.
Laid in the sun on chairs, picked ticks
Out of my hair. Some swelled to gray,
Full of blood, squished on dirt driveway.
Garage was down by long, picket fence.
Gram drove in her Cadillac, hence was
A wonderful place. Then when I was nine,
They moved the house to middle of city.
Bought smaller house, somewhat a pity.
With smaller yard, paved streets, school
Down the street. Dad remarried. We moved
To Tryon, N.C. Larger house than Gram's.
More land, more trees. Childhood memories.