The sun set upon the hill
Leaving meadows in the shade,
Trees lost their colour bright
As also waters of the lake.
Flowers too drooped their heads
While silent waters lay still,
No shimmering on the surface
While blazed the setting hill.
People now came out to walk
And some to taverns filled,
Children returned home from school
While elders in the sunset thrilled.
Froth in the crystal glasses
Twinkling like the stars,
Down the hatch gurgled streamed
With winking tail-light of cars.
The leaves and flowers drank the dew
Poured from heaven above,
Mothers prepared meals for night
For children whom they loved.
Darkness soon overtook the light
With stars in the sky,
Sleep is heavy on the lids
With grandma’s lullaby.
Creeping into darkness; hours
Rolled limberly by,
Soon darkness will be filled
With sunrise in the sky.
The sun set upon the hill
Leaving meadows in the shade
Trees lost their colour bright
As also waters of the lake.
Flowers too drooped their heads
While silent waters lay still,
No shimmering on the surface
While blazed the setting hill.
People now came out to walk
And some to taverns filled,
Children returned home from school
While elders in the sunset thrilled.
Froth in the crystal glasses
Twinkling like the stars,
Down the hatch gurgled streamed
With winking tail-light of cars.
The leaves and flowers drank the dew
Poured from heaven above
Mothers prepared meals for night
For children whom they loved.
Darkness soon overtook the light
With stars in the sky,
Sleep is heavy on the lids
With grandma’s lullaby.
Creeping into darkness; hours
Rolled limberly by,
Soon darkness will be filled
With sunrise in the sky.
It feels kind of like someone gave me a drug,
mixed for the purpose of stamping out love.
Slipped like a Mickey when I was away.
Slammed down the hatch and now all I can say
is, "I don't know why I feel nothing at all."
Head like a hammer straight into the wall.
Black coat of tar dripping straight from my heart.
Struggle for breath while still acting the part.
Things that I’ve relished no longer seem fun.
Trapped in a cycle but still on the run.
Live for a purpose without any goals.
Watching it slip away as I get old.
Talks with myself and with all who will hear.
None seem to understand and so I fear,
I'm destined to fall, then perhaps they will learn
I was next in line… and 'twas simply my turn.
Goodbye is a feast finished
The last morsel down the hatch
Improper to ask for seconds
No aperitif to this lonely hunger
For every goodbye must be a hello
Even if no one arrives home
Welcome your darkness, don't go
My mistrusted companion
I forgive your cloying reach
Can you recreate human touch?
Let me be the one to say goodbye
Just to feel my forlorn space
Selfishly you take all the oxygen
Leave the left with a hunger for air
There’s no comfort in goodbyes
Better to say hello to re-gen
Goodbye to time with loved ones
Hello my solitary depression
Revolution brings me back to light
Goodbyes are a global constancy
Even without hands that feed
Goodbyes consume me with it all
A constant depression never satisfied
A hunger feeding on memory
Say goodbye to hello for now
Say goodbye from dusk to dawn
Twighlight is the start of a new day
Depression coming to hello's light
A cough and a sneeze
another tissue please
Nose runny throat sore
fatigue and feeling wore
Slight fever lost appetite
wanting it to end to feel right.
Vicks rub on the chest
a little under and in the nose
Wool socks upon the feet
gotta warm those toes
Plop plop fizz fizz
tickles down the hatch
Couch drops and a cozy couch
for those daytime naps.
Steam the room with a vapo machine
and unclog sinuses breathe right
Extra blankets and big fluffy pillow
with NyQuil to sleep all night
Eat hot chicken soup from a can
drink 7 UP in orange juice
Speak with a funny cold's voice
mask up if you are out on the loose.
The older you are the longer they stay
stubborn head colds won't go way
Suck on lozenges for that throat
resist chewing them just don't
And one day you will wake anew
that old head cold is through with you.
Here goes my Musk and Cat Horn Haiku.
we did realize
cat always early would rise
was such a surprise
cat was quite a catch
should see him as he does scratch
drank water down the hatch
cat was always weird
partner improperly neared
so he disappeared
with cat will comply
many happy days pass by
on him we rely
Now for my Horn Musk Haiku
would see his each tusk
on ox who was full of musk
threw out like corn husk
Musk will toss and toil
on his hair used much oil
went bad and would spoil
much musk will remain
had been covered by the rain
in war on Ukraine
we did realize
Patrick early he would raise
much to our surprise
(who hard four short thighs)
(has family ties)
(which we would surmise)
(wore a neat disguise)
(hit box after many tries)
(would chase away flies)
(for food often cries)
(both wet eyes always dries)
cat was quite a match
did drink water down the hatch
one had loved to latch
cat was always weird
learned that when his partner neared
he had disappeared
put cat box in din
which had become full again
our patience worn thin
our favorite pet
who would fool around and fret
away with murder let
My Horn Haiku format is 5-7-5.
Each number represents a vowel.
Haiku does not normally rhyme
not normally rhyme
but mine does all of the time
being so sublime
At North Pole stables, liquid spirit flows
Down the hatch is where the brandy goes!
We bust all the moves
And raise our big hooves
That's why Rudolph has a glowing red nose!
Nov 13, 2022
Fun holiday limerick
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Checked on rhymezone and howmanysyllables
These small little pills will help me
That’s what the trained doctor said
Those little pills will help control me
And the voices that live in my head
This one will make it all better
This one will make it all fine
This one will stop you from killing yourself
This one will keep you in line
So I take them without hesitation
Down the hatch, one two and three
But those voices they only grow louder
And the only one that hears them is me
So now I am stuck in the cycle
And I wonder why, how and when
Did I become that kind of person
That will be taking this pills till the end.
Shadows amid the waves
bird-eye targets,
besties gather for
a fine dining experience;
aqua splits to pierce
of bill.
Fueling up the old pouch,
a winging pelican riding sea breeze
to sustenance;
all hook-billed and needing no bait.
Just a hop, skip-skim
across to side-dish;
let’s have a herring and mullet casserole!
Throat-sack wiggles, jiggles,
down the hatch,
then it’s back to the nest for
cocktails and a snooze.
Gregarious, the lot of us,
quite a personable group;
flashey-fish’in, eight-foot
wingspan, spots another appetizer;
bank left, wings fold in
a dive-bomb spin...dessert!
We’re aerial acrobats of the coasts;
hop a ship and we’ll perform
for you; no charge.
Bound to a fiery chair
Burned by my despair
Scorched by my mistakes' glare
Reality torched me to my last hair
The world melted me with care
My haughty hands throw me down the hatch
And my pride lit the match
I was alone
in here I found a crowd
I was scared
in here there was courage, strength they said
Strengths to harm and kick and maim and kill
Drown the world in petroleum soaked rage
Napalmistry is a real study
I, a vigilant student
I follow orders because alternatives are worse hells
drink deep. Drink true from 'god's' well
Drink fast! We have a story tell.
Match in tikis
how big were we?
Big guns equals big hearts, do you feel me?
Call you foul but your soul is white
Snow-blinded and numbed to remember the crash
Shhhhh I am too hungry load my bullet sash
Suited up for dinner just to dine on trash
Happily, orgasmically, hypocritically share like-minded high-fives
What fast times in this Ridgemont high
O what a time to be alive
To kill what I profaned, abused and stole
Goya's last six in dirty milk bottles
Down the hatch ideological Propofol
Diprivan-infused day-meres sending
Misquoted whispers bent out shape
That glorify the fear in my heart of things unknown
Fear fear fear
Hurt hurt hurt
Kill kill kill
I am afraid now.
I am scared
Please. Help!
I don't know how I got here
But I know
I am scared.
Beeping sounds
Hot water on body
Drank from a cup
Black as coal
Eggs down the hatch
Card punched
Work begins
Thinking of fishing
Clock moves slow
Break for ten
Coffee cake
Gossip at water cooler
Computer like me, slow
Five o'clock time to,
Rock and roll
Locked keys in car
AAA rescues
Home again another day
Fake News
Beer is on the way
Politics new station
Sleeps like a rock then,
Another day begins
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Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Date Created: 09/03/2020
It’s been 40 days and 40 nights.
My beer is all gone, this really bites.
The tipping point has passed its mark.
I’m sneaking out right after dark.
The moon is out and shows my path.
No more wine and bubble baths.
Old Billy Bob’s shed is almost in view.
It’s time to sample his bitter brew.
An underground tavern way out in the woods.
Home-made beer now understood.
A roll for loo you best have got.
Billy’s beer will make you squat.
This secret brew spreads far and wide.
With no regard for one’s backside.
The family genius tries brewing beer.
Down the hatch and out the rear.
I cried I am
Whatever’s the heart of you
who knows? I spy
ego lurking inside
Come in, come on
That rumbling what is it?
I heard it once
Really heard it’s a sin
Just walk on by
Recall full-well that every word
of fire you scrawled
I blew like so much chalk
Find out! Santé!
But don’t touché down the hatch
and wonder what
took us wrong way about
The emperor
Is severed to banishment
to bid his end
bye while dribbling red shrimp
You’ll know him by
His deeds will be tucked in a
Hawaiian shirt
better late than hello
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