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deer munch on branches 
chickens run wild through yard 
husband streaks through house

Free-Range Limericks Redux

Free-Range Limericks Redux

My free-range limericks are light
They will not keep you up at night
You won't find tawdry
Anything naughty
In my universe, they're just right!




5/13/2023

Poetry form: Free-Range Limerick

This is my second limerick that refers to my work in progress, Free-Range Limericks, on wattpad.com.  To date, I have posted 25 limericks. They are free-range because they can

Free Range Youth

In those days we bought gloves with grip pads
to go with our Nerf footballs
Because our hands were not yet large enough
to pantomime dads that stood too close to the TV
and ran from commercial breaks

We spent hours perfecting lean-tos
playing dodgeball in sweat-filled basements
discussing the perfect capture the flag strategy
and skipping ahead to the battle scenes in

Free Range Verse

Let them run free
these words
seeking escape
giddily chattering
scritch-scritch-scritching 
in the idle emptiness
of a clear space
struggling for recognition
in a close order inspection
wary of the controls
of punctuation’s interruptions

Free them
Lest some “rooster” crow
“tain’t right”
They should sit
these words
in clustered pens
unheard unread unspoken
but for one
who marks his passing
with a trail of Free Range Verse

John g. Lawless
©1/25/2022

Beware the Free Range Brain

What is that blaring in our ears,
is it the brain cutting loose
and spinning around our heads?

Brain figures and un-figures
looking through holes in its circuits,
what computes is painted on blank walls,
what just blurts
is spoken with a deeply voiced wisdom.

Look, the sounds it makes are visible
from the moon,
can be heard by dreaming camels
on the far side of

Free Range Anger

Something has changed and I do not know why
Age and anger joined over taxes as the older son
With the difficulties of dealing with death’s demands
Everyday is another telephone call
And I hear your loud yelling
I try to read and listen to music
And not be near to you or the phone
Still I hear then my loud crow

Free Range

Free Range


                   We all love the thought
                   no fences against the wolves
       

Free-Range Limericks

A farmer who was looking for change
Produced limericks that were free-range
He achieved great success
His limericks were best
And gluten-free -isn't that strange?

A Free Range Ditty

(to be read to the tune of Papa was a rolling stone)


Papa was a rolling egg
Wherever he laid a hen chicks were made
And when he flied-
The coop you know was left undone.

Free Range Organic

To hunt and fish is considered ruthless,
Deemed by some a blood sport of pure pleasure.
Arguments against are often toothless.
Necessity is not hard to measure.

Gathering has become nearly folklore.
Native plants found only in store bought oils.
Grocery mushrooms limited to four.
Diet of foods only that of tilled soils.

In one hundred years way too much has changed.
Species of

Free Range Chicken

...she kept her heart on a chain
never let it run mad like it was born to do
she kept her head in a box
never let it see the light of day
she has keepsakes for a heart
and romance novels on shelves
little dragons decorate her hallway
with little knights to slay them
natural and homespun as can be
she lives in

Do Green Grocers Count Free Range Sheep

I often wonder slightly,
     as I close the fridge door nightly,
is there more to know about produce,
     so innocent next to juice?
Does the mayo fight the milk jug?
     Does the ketchup dance out on the rug?
I swear I hear it faintly, 
 

Free-Range Poets

Free-range poets
feeding on loneliness
writing in their openness

Oh, sing me broken lullabies
take me to the open skies
write in blood, "Why am I dying?"
like I don't already know it
free lance poets
writing in free verses
only three words
breaking through the lines
Oh, do they have to rhyme,
break me all the time?
Oh, why can't they rhyme?
that's how we do it;
free-range poets
bleeding,

Free Range - One For the Vegans

Freed a dozen hens today
 For a week or so
 $2 (additional) the price of freedom
 On the supermarket shelves
 Even though I may pontentially
 Have stolen all their children

Free Range

Often my thoughts do range far and wide.
But it’s not just my thoughts that skim the tides.
When my Hubby asks and I don’t reply…
He says I’m free ranging again with my mind.
He laughs and tells me to please wake up…
But I’ve already been there, thank you, so much.

Deep in thought and so far away,
He’s still

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