A Humorous limerick takes the stage,
reading a limerick at any age.
Your fun words made me blush,
now I have a huge crush.
Take a bow for your words and go backstage.
My worst enemy could be,
could it be a flea?
What is the magical key?
Do I need to make a plea?
Let me sit and think as I drink some tea,
under this fall pretty red leaf tree.
My worst enemy could it be me?
No way or I would flee.
Now down on one knee,
I will ask thee.
My worst enemy could be,
oh please set me free.
Is it a huge crime?
Wish it was as simple a rhyme.
Can I buy it for a dime?
Would you believe it is time?
I need more time in each of my days,
my time runs together as a big maze.
Sometimes I only see a dark haze,
please send me more time without any delays
March always has lovely weather,
for people and for the birds of feather.
How can it be both hot and cold together?
In the 60's last night,
today 100 or more hot and sunny bright.
This came as a huge blow,
even to the weather man Joe.
Yes this is very so.
The spiritual gem inside me,
sometimes sounds like a huge buzzing bee.
This rumbling sound makes me want to flee,
flee to peace and not for glee.
I know when my soul needs to rest,
as I put it back into my chest.
This crazy world has it dressed,
now my soul needs to pass the test.
Even when we are both all stressed,
quietness and prayer will fill us with new zest.
huge hullabaloo in angel town
A jumbo jet has landed upside down
Where is the queen? We asked. Bring the crown!
She arrived minutes later, in a gold brocade gown.
Who landed this plane? She asked with a frown.
I did, said the handsome pilot, Jack T. Brown
Were any hurt? Did any get lost or drown?
Of course not, he stated. I am not a clown!
Sad surprise awaits Juliette.
She walks into her house
to find new rescue, Hugo,
ripping the living room apart.
Bad doggie! Very, very bad doggie!
2025.3.15
Today, I visited Sorrento back Beach.
Swam only for five minutes.
Both the swell and the current
Were too high and too strong for me.
Fortunately, the Lifeguard Mason,
Assisted me to get down to the ocean,
Where the waves were less violent.
I held onto his yellow rescue board,
Under my armbit, as he instructed.
When the perfect moment arrived,
Mason asked me to flow and then to dive,
I managed to swim butterfly style.
Mason curious raised a question
If I could do other swim fashion
He was quite amaze when I said
I could do all the swim techniques.
I had a fantastic time today
First time swam in such big waves
With the assistance by the Lifeguard Mason
From the Sorrento Surf Life Saving Club.
I sincerely thank Mason and his Life guard team.
I felt privileged and being blessed to have
Such a wonderful day trip to swimming.
I wished my friend was here with me,
To capture on video or photos
All the fun and new swimming experience.
Love takes one's breath away,
making the heart flutter like a butterfly.
I have given you the diamond stars,
from above in the nightly sky.
If only I could fetch the moon,
I would give it to you in a huge spoon.
"Politicians are a lot like diapers. They should be changed frequently, and for the same reasons." Mark Twain . (For some reason bizarre this is my favourite quote ever)
Trump is now POTUS
'electoral dysfunction'
stormy days ahead!
Huge pie in the sky,
visiting her grandparents.
A lofty and crusty bake
from ages ago.
The chill cellar held jars.
Fruits were homegrown,
handpicked, canned.
Humongous, it was not
an average-sized pie.
The gigantic pie, at least
to a child that remembers,
was gorged on satisfying
fat-purple-blueberries.
I can only imagine a taste,
to take a bite out of
1950’s life. My tongue
red and blue, savoring.
My memory only holds
my Great-Grandma
in a corner chair
in her daughter’s home;
and a couple visits
to our home
with her sister.
At least I remember that,
but paint me purple,
or let me go closer,
for her granddaughter
made me rhubarb pie.
That’s my mama,
whose Great-Grands
will only mostly recollect
what I surrender
from the past.
flippant great white was turned into a peninsula by Poseidon.
others protested on her behalf, but she was happy about it;
now she would be immortal
people would visit her for centuries.
her relatives faded away, or died one at a time.
she remains Shark Rock, a favorite of children.
"The huge waves crashed against stone, roaring,
sighing, and moaning, whispering to me"
Quote by _ Constance
As I watched the huge waves crash,
from my cliff view- they roared, curled,
like my life's journey telling,
an unending tale.
huge silence
There is a huge silence within each of us, beckoning us back into itself.
—attributed to Meister Eckhart
it’s always there
waiting to be noticed
the fathomless well
calling me inward
into the heart
of the heart
I swim down
deeper
find silence’s support
how it buoys
how it thirsts,
welcoming
those who remember—
held by the depth
thankful, I bow
It's time
but you don't arrive
the tempo has come for rain
and you don't come...
All seasons pass
you don't show yourself in any...
Almost half a century has passed
and you never came back..
I should disremember,
but I don't obliterate you,,,
For a immense love
there is no blow...
The sense is not found in other arms...
It does not feel in another skin,
same taste....!
Not every hugh is huge
Five special minutes with Horace Hugh
And what I picked from the short stay huge:
Not all the blokes who bear Hugh are huge,
Sometimes the name like a subterfuge.
Under Hugh the little takes refuge
And neatly starts to act like a stooge:
Political rivals link with some drug:
The making of an Election Thug!
One can guess Horace Hugh is not huge
But could you believe his house is huge
While he sleeps elsewhere deemed a refuge,
The police dogs there a subterfuge?
Just imagine it: a house of rug
And used cups in it a kings jug.
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