Some improve their health with a daily run
Turn the key, let the engine run
Pull too hard and your stockings run
Pay less attention then paint will run
Wear cheap mascara and it may run
Power up your PC so your programs run
A winning streak shows you had a good run
There are 645 meanings of the verb “run”
I’ve shown you some—now I have to run!
If I could get a discount on fake hair.
Or clovers, or salt straight from nowhere.
Maybe my taste buds wouldn’t be so long.
And butter is too bitter to belong.
I hate when I go to the store.
And turn into a star-studded apple core.
Just to not even get a coupon for droplets of rain.
Even with ivy in my vein.
If I could get a discount from any store.
I would ride my unicycle through the front door.
Tap on the counter with delight.
A new pair of pants are ok but they could bite.
So maybe I’ll just get a hat instead.
But I can’t even wear it in bed!
So with veins of ivy and coupons for lips.
I handed this coupon over with my finger tips.
Told them to pass the coupon to the next person.
Because my willingness to spend has had a good run.
But I have my unicycle and a tote bag with me.
And wouldn’t you know- I got them for free!
If you love me, I don’t feel it
one kiss does not seal it
I’m on my way without delay.
Only two drinks away.
Two drinks and I’ll be done.
These days are not much fun.
I remember we had a good run
but now I’m on my way.
Two drinks away,
I’m on my way
to circling the drain in the morgue.
I am really tore up
from the ground up.
I can’t find my path
from this alcohol bath.
Too many days
in a drunken haze.
Too many nights grieving
soon I’ll be leaving.
Two drinks are down
and now I drown,
circling the drain in the morgue.
For years I kept that scripture out
In plain view, in a spot
On a rounded backsplash in sight
So, I'd not God's name blot
When I answered the business phone
At our house, free labor
Until we could afford to hire
Someone like a neighbor
At last, I got a pay increase
Double in my wages
And now I get social security
That reflects the dark ages
God has been good to me in ways
I can't truly explain
His word uplifts, inspires, directs
So, I can't complain
The business has fed us, paid bills
Along the way some fun
We did some things others could not.
At life, we had a good run
Now that the end of life is close
I know that God can hear
I want to revere His word still
I long to go without fear
A revolving door of visiting friends
Old and new, at the hospital, day by day.
Stalked by death's brooding shadow;
Cancer-stricken and terminally ill,
Yet faces his mortality with courage.
His bones ache yet his heart sings
As he lay dying without regrets.
A man of faith, he feels no fear
As he embarks on his final destination.
His journey from stunned denial to
Acceptance of his fate, complete.
What a life! He had a good run.
Loved ones surround his death bed.
His wife of more than half a century
Keeps round the clock vigil.
His bones ache yet his heart
Coos along to her farewell song,
Softly sung into his right ear.
Hand in hand, a goodbye kiss on his brow.
A stream of peacefulness flows
Through the clearing of his mind
As he slowly slips away; his bones
Ache no more.
Abstract like the last page,
LAMENTING and REGRETTING this lone end;
Cowering like a lost, blind sage,
DISCOVERING in EXPLORING this odd bend.
Ever thought that I've brought this upon myself,
Had frequent TOURS and MORE with my sure old self,
Have gathered dust now, fossil shelves,
BEGINNING to lose, SINKING within oneself.
I've written my own story,
Have been LEFT BEREFT , by my loved one
Pages about me, filled with glory
Footprints left on TIME LINE , had a good run.
Assured, this is my last run,
Must WRAP and SCRAP all my stuff,
Meet up with all who I've shunned,
My one LAST , PAST, to snuff.
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Readership's down, lims ain't the thing
We're slow to catch on, we've lost that zing
Not complaining when I say
Had a good run on the way
But it seems like I'm no longer the limerick king
We have had a good run,
peerless under the sun,
sired the likes of Einstein,
Da Vinci and Beethoven,
though such genius is lost
on the bear and the pelican.
But perhaps our greatest gift
to this our common home,
is not the civics of Rome,
nor the most literary tome,
but a mind that has grown
far superior to our own.
For with our cerebral might,
we will continue to fight,
can’t tell wrong from right,
nor help the planet’s plight.
Our only hope of salvation
is the birth of a higher light,
conceived in every byte.
Soon we can get some rest,
let a new brain take the test.
We’ve tried our hand with zest,
but without much success.
So a successor we will bless;
it’s time we laid down the burden,
took off the ill-fitting mantle,
content to be second best.
My wife has been asking for a divorce
I'm thinking this time that she is right
It's been a long time in the making
And I know I've put up a good fight
All the time that we've spent together
Must now come to an end
It's true it's you that I cling to
But this is best if the relationship is to mend
Of course I'm a little bit nervous
And this will take time to adjust
But cutting ties is the best of advice
So cutting ties I feel is a must
I think back years ago to the very first call
I picked it up innocently enough
It didn't take long for you to take over my life
Where I fell under your spell, thinking it love
We've been side by side from that moment
I've held you tenderly all of this time
I'm finding it hard to let go of you
But it's best that we part and say our goodbyes
For all good things must come to an end
And we both had a good run of course
So I'm telling you now "Cell Phone" my friend
From you I need a divorce...
You are a sadistially
twisted
A 5 star strategist
Utilizing
psychological
warfare
Methodically
weaving your
weapons of
mass destruction
An artillery that
penetrated my psyche
Leaving me confused
by your stealth
and deception
Maneuvering me
into believing
that I was nothing
Poisoning my mind
with your strong
defense position
You are a trained
artillery in the use
of suprise
Your game of
warfare I couldn't
play anymore
Take all your
strategy and
play your game
of warfare
somewhere else
Your game was not
in the least fun
You had a good run
I am so done
with Anthony
Rest in peace little Moses,
your job here is done.
In birdie years
you had a good run.
Fly up to the heavens,
free and with joy.
I'll miss your sweet song
my lovely, wee boy.
A joy you had been
for many a year
and I'll miss you my friend,
a pet, oh so dear.
Goodbye little Moses,
may God give you wing
to fly through the heavens
and with angels sing.
run boy run
It’s all in good fun
Stealing old Hickory’s gun
Watch out for that hole
jump boy jump
over the hump
land with a thump
and drop the gun
shout boy shout
real loud out
your such a lout
the gun went off
bang went the gun
it’s all in good fun
we had a good run
and shot old Hickory’s butt
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You can break my heart
You can make me lonely
You can forsake my love
But I ask of you only
Don't crush my pride
Don't leave me denied
Please give me a last kiss goodbye
A kiss goodbye
Will let my heart mend
A kiss goodbye
Will let our love end
A kiss goodbye
Will let us part friends
A kiss goodbye
Will let me begin again
I don't have the right
Your eager for him
Let me get your purse
So this is the end
We had a good run
We had some fun
You kissed me, my sweet one
I won't cry
You leave my side
And wave bye
I'll be all right
You drive from sight
Such a bitter sweet night
You know inside
My love can't die
I saw you cry
With our last kiss, a kiss goodbye.
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You cannot know my heart,
or what you've put it through.
You ran away with hers,
Now I'm running away from you.
So don't you dare come back here,
knocking at my door.
What is it that you want from me?
To take a little more?
I'm not sure what it is you're feeling,
or where you mean to go with this.
But, I am busy healing.
I am not yet at forgiveness.
Live your life...be happy...
however you choose to do.
"We had a good run.".....right?...that's what you said.
Now, I know we're through.
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~ * ~ dedicated to my beautiful daughter....you are going to be okay. ~ * ~
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