There was a house.
There is a house.
There was a kite.
There is a kite.
There was a clock.
There is a clock.
When I
dig the earth
with a spade,
the earth falls into
the spade’s memoir.
The spade falls into
the earth’s memoir.
In the pond nearby,
a blue water-lily
does not fall
into anything.
It
calls out to the kingfishers,
saying,
Come,
have some fish and go.
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?
Sometimes I wonder if I look like her
In low light
Just bright enough to make out features
But not enough to notice it’s me
Maybe it’s the way my eyes gloss over in the evening
Holding the same simplicity
But mine are blue
And hers were green
We shared long, messy blonde hair
That always tangled in the wind
She had such beautiful hair
But I cut mine
And these days people say mine looks more red than blonde
Sometimes I catch my reflection
And see her for half a second
And for that half second
I let myself believe
I’m as beautiful as she was
But the older I get
The more I change in ways
That pull me further from her image
Still, for that brief moment
I can feel her living within me
Weighing up peace, love, and rage
wait a half-minute
you lose all the momentum
losing lines on stage
To you, I'm a fleeting breath
half a minute's worth
when you are my endless sky
casting a shadow
There’s a moon
Breaking through the dark
Half a hundred plus four stars beside it
Each one trying to equally share its spark.
Then, the sun rises
Gentle, not too hot, not too cold
But it melts the walls that have risen within
Changing hearts, making them more bold.
A road appears
Stretching across seas, sands, and trees
Leading us all to a place
Where everyone has a seat with ease.
It’s a dream
One star shining bright
Over Africa, uniting us
A beacon of hope, lighting the night.
Here We Are, Half a Century Lived
Here we are, we’ve lived for half a century,
We’ve fallen down, yet risen, it’s our destiny.
We’ve laughed and cried, like butterflies in flight,
Tasting life’s warmth and cold, both day and night.
Those who dared approached and felt the burn,
While the fearful lingered, cautious in their turn.
Not straying far from light, yet staying close,
They’ve learned to float through life, that’s how it goes.
The timid remain in shadows, that’s their fate,
While the brave bear scars, yet rise up straight.
One day, like stars, they’ll shine so bright,
Learning lessons from the school of life’s true light.
Now they’ll climb up to the endless sky,
Like stars they’ll soar, reaching up so high.
They’ll even dare to match the sun’s warm ray,
Young hearts, now inspired, gather ‘round to stay!
A man, half a mountain of hair,
Gave Cupid a bit of a scare.
He wasn't a knave,
He just didn't shave,
A heart that was rare did he share.
I did half a cart wheel
once pooped a quarter
don't ask
OK, i also tried the dog food
the crunchy stuff wasn't bad
I'll still eat the last cookie
and love taking the large strawberry
that sits atop the display
whenever I wear a nice shirt
everyone gets a bit nervous
I drive my trucks until Vegas
takes them off the board
I wore the same sport jacket
for all four years of high school
(ya hadda wear one...
I took it literally)
I've only had one cat
enough is enough
At one point in my life
ALL of my worldly possessions
fit into my Volkswagen
it was not a camper
Maybe i read too much
Thoreau in my youth
in defense of my actions
over 3/4ths of a century
it seem like a good idea at the time.
Fright In love is vain,
I dreaded to be a memory.
My Fall was tranquil, her Smile
impeccable, it rendered me poignant.
Too stoned to worship her imperfections
a statue I became.
Like a one winged fly he circled life... helplessly hopeful
Without a wife, I'm half a man
without a life, with no game plan
Without children, partners come unglued
~ 'course that can happen, with children too
A cup of tea
half-hot, half-cold
doesn't sit well with me
A loaf of bread
half-dough, half-baked
instant tummy ache
A couple of buns
one firm and round
the other
shunned
The Johnsons' vacation in Island Bay
To get there they drive an awful long way
Over hill, over dale
Then across dusty trails
They check in and get to stay half a day
gw limerick June 07, 2022
He's a deceased actor who still has plenty of fans, including me.
Dan Blocker died fifty years ago today at the age of forty-three.
He and his family moved to Switzerland because he was against the Vietnam War.
When he had gallbladder surgery, he didn't know that his death was what would be in store.
He commuted back and forth to the USA to star in Bonanza until his untimely death.
On May 13, 1972, a very talented actor passed away when he took his final breath.
He made Bonanza great but half a century ago, he was a man who the world lost.
Fifty years ago today, people had to say farewell to the man who starred as Hoss.
He was too young to die and when everybody lost Dan, it was a damn shame.
Bonanza ended just one season later because without Dan, it wasn't the same.
Dan's death caused his family, fans and the Bonanza cast members plenty of devastation.
It was half a century ago today when millions said goodbye and mourned in many nations.
[Dedicated to Dan Blocker (1928-1972) who died 50 years ago today on May 13, 1972]
A man of fifty years old
Enjoys his birthday in gold.
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