BARRY
A young man was called Barry Kirk
On our farm for a while he did work
taught me how to catch fish
for the big one I'd wish
He indicated where trout liked to lurk
GEORGE
George financially now on the skids
Has fathered way too many kids
many girlfriends and wives
kid twenty nine now arrives
States no more with a blink of both of his eyelids
SURNAME MAGUIRE
A man with surname Maguire
Some children he wanted to sire
took a woman to bed
let's do it she said
Satisfied his burning desire
ANOREXIC
Anorexic she's poorly and thin
No muscle strength found from within
bent in the middle
whilst playing the fiddle
Her sister an identical twin
TATTOO
This man a tattoo on his tummy
Looked like the face of his Mummy
he never grew up
remains a young pup
Age thirty eight still sucks on a dummy
MILLIE
An unfortunate madam called Millie
Stood on the end of Tom's willy
he cried out in pain
don't do that again
It'll shrink even more when it's chilly
Art Poetry Contest.
Sponsor: Silent One
Inside of a 5x10 frame is displayed
The representation of a beautiful
Family. It is their family tree created
By Lila Anderson for a family that was
established on June 17, 1972.
The originals, or the parents, are seen
At THE TRUNK of the tree which consists
Of three main branches which have
Limbs appropriate for their family size.
The LOWEST BRANCH has no limbs. It
Represents the youngest son who
Has neither married nor fathered
Any children. JJ sits alone but has
Proven to be a most wonderful uncle.
On the NEXT BRANCH is seated a father,
CJ and a mother, KJ. CJ is the middle
child, and believing in legacy, he is seen with
3 limbs representing three boys born to them.
There are other beautiful branches
On this tree consisting of only leaves.
But there lies another OLDER BRANCH
With well designed art work representing
The oldest sibling who is divorced with
3 lovely children.
This lovely piece represents the whole
Of a family that began in Chicago, Il.,
And stands out most proudly in the
Johnson family.
A home of two dads and a mom
In a world of AI dot com,
‘Parenthood getting fluid
Seems for society’s good’,
Liberal courts decide
In an attempt to guide
In this world’s new societal norm.
_____________________
Happenings | 16.05.2026 | children, family, parents, Limerick
Note: A story this of a child in Germany with two men who are married, one a biological parent who fathered him with a woman, the couple’s friend. How parenthood is getting fluid. In raising a child, is it quality of care the child receives or quantity?
An autodidact
I fathered many patents
I was born a slave
U.S. railways I designed
I stood tall until my grave
The old man advanced in senility
Slim chance of hand at fertility
But the call girl was great
Said he fathered her babe
Despite question of his virility
I am a world traveller.
I am a reputable cartographer and explorer.
I grand-fathered Google Maps.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
the morning paper
I read this morning in a left-leaning
newspaper, I'm sure Elon Musk has
intense dislike of, if Hitler had a micro-?
Learned people have written about this
What is known is that Hitler, when a soldier
In the First World War, a fathered child
One would think this was enough to silence
the learned people, but no
Page after page, the fascination with
Herr Hitler's sex life
The more I read about this in the paper
Elon Musk has contempt for, one asks
Why this morbid interest in Hitler?
He has been dead for many years and
The world has changed, but not much
There might be another autocrat whose
Life is more interesting, like Donald Trump!
Heartthrob in damsel drag
Belief of human bile
Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit
64th avenue
And coiling deft doom
Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel
Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed
Fitted upon falling kneel
And reckoned release of rotten roadkill-
Rats and babes and brats
Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy
And hailed light of epiphany to choke, swallow and spit
And strangle without a hand nor handle but grit
Of groil and crevices of menaces heralding honed notes
And a lone liver in fathered infirmary
Black backed in breachers
Potted a bulge to indulge the fickle maggots of dissociation
Emulsification and hearty sniff of
Whitened slice and slithers of snow
Dregs to drag and hone and throw
Up upon bedded saline laden road
Of rows and rows and pounds
That drag rotten flesh afresh from the hound
Sutured from spine to fluttered wing
The hide
Plucked apart from rat to brat
And collared collier stepped afresh with new hide and throw
And stubborn stubbled child with a new mind in tow
5//5//2025
German composer Johann Sebastian Bach -
Emotive depth and his “blue notes” were his music’s bedrock.
Having fathered twenty children and always on his toes,
how did he ever find time to compose?
Those who never worked a day
Never had a bill to pay
Never fathered or mothered a child
Never a check-register reconciled
Just pursued the ‘meaning of life’
~ Hope they find it in the afterlife!
We struggle to find peace in the collective
because we're in pieces as a whole
This fragmentation is unnatural & we're
at war with the divisive
No matter how you slice it us coming together
should be the goal
The pie in the sky is a sweet dream & those
that eat are decisive
Look to your mind for the answers for in its
eye are the solutions
The confusion is by design for in disarray
we are conquered
Know that ideas design things & are the
beginning of conclusions
Nothing exists without them for they're seeds
of all that is fathered
Don't be bothered by appearances as many
of those are illusions
I allude to this for a reason because many are
easy to deceive
Every piece is important to the pattern in a
world that was built on collusion
The puzzling truth is playing out but many
are reluctant to concede
Oh to have that luminescence
Fathered by the incandescence
Flaring in to effervescence
When you're up on stage.
Half flesh, half steel, sinews and twined wire,
Begotten in the heat of half-love, tempered
By hatred and the axe, fathered by one
Who killed her mother, the male chauvinist boar
Whose eye-teeth, razor-sharp, saw through the spine,
Joy-sword in sheath. Wrought iron, blood vessels,
Bone and cable, one part conceived, the other forged
On the hard anvil where gusts of blood are seed
Of all the axeman most does fear – cast iron woman
With stanchions for a trunk, iron breastplate,
A malleable black heart, a metallic chastity belt
No man may boast of stealing and still live,
Who beats men at their own battle games,
A dab hand with the axe herself, as salty tears
And globules of mercury exude from grey glands
Behold!
Where is it no mortal soul fathoms to dare?
The foretold detestable dunes of despair!
Whose sands of crystalline luminescence
Drown and drain thy essence.
Far within that redolent tomb
Hidden deeper inside the heavens moon,
Where the souls of the damned unwillingly swoon
Slaves to the sin that fathered their doom.
Where thou art subject to phantom pains
Orchestrated by the Litch who reigns
Without delay upon his frozen throne of ice
Whose subjects lament in the decay
of blood maggots and eerie lice.
Wind god
Boreas- god
Of Winter and North Wind
Swept down from cold northern mountains
of Thrake
He blew
Cold icy gusts
Of breath from bloated cheeks-
Hair and beard spiked with ice, wide mouth
Howling
Sometimes
Seen as horse-shaped
Purple-winged swift stallion,
He swept down on mares, early spring
To sire
Horses
For King of Troy-
Mated with Trojan mares
Fathered the swift, wind-shaped stallions
For him
Athens
Celebrated
Boreas Festivals
Praising him, the god of the cold
North Wind
April 14, 2023
Contest: Traditional Cinquain
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
(Revision of a longer poem posted 12/16/2014)
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