I've loved half-faded flowers
on the better side of the road
and left my smile surrendered
in the heart of an untouched daisy
I've stared at the honey-moon
felt liquid stars drip their dreams
into the pupil of my eyes
and melted like lemon drops of sunlight
I've known love to burn inside the glow of
my wild fire and slowly drown deeper
into the marrow of my bones,
I've known time that moved
in slow motion for you and I
What truly sets my quill to grin?
A limerick with an end spin!
I rhyme by couplets, A and A,
Two lines’ integral interplay.
One finished thought,
One moral taught,
With the fifth line - a final say!
I like it plain,
And concrete,
Good old quatrain -
Short and sweet.
Joan’s spouse requests surf and turf.
Bob’s stature and beard - a smurf.
In short, she plays cute,
Puts on a wet suit.
She climbs iron board to surf.
Bob tells her to get on down.
His ask, does not make her frown.
She winks as he guides
And rolls with the tides.
She’s hot off the plate, his clown.
7/16/2022
Limerick Contest
Sponsor: Lisa YY
Ah
be
come,
dearest
ever
faithful;
genuine,
honest,
in
joyous
kinship;
love
makes
not
only
paradise
quicken;
rest
safe
together
under
virtue's
wings;
X's*
your
Zion
*(chi=X abbreviated symbol for Christ in Greek as seen also in Xmas)
These rhymes, which flow and beat,
must throb with iambic stress
to this line and repeat
the measure, more or less.
They must have lines and rows
that move with good meter,
to feet of highs and lows
that's nice, tight, and neater.
They, too, must be short-writ
with not so lengthy song,
so restless ears hear it
in notes which don't prolong.
(Albeit, nonetheless!)
'Tis good to end these rhymes
with a farewell address:
"Adieu! More pleasant times?"
I ask—so, please, nod “Yes!”
In short my lady
I fell in love with you
To add to your pain
Life is short in long therms how its go always from us dipends
View the way you see, hear and feel,love and your will
What is important to be seen its how beautiful and happy you are in
Life is short defenition to say but so hard to explain
Heart is from flash and blood but make feelings to the god
Feelings what can be shown and can even more to grown
Grown from some inch to the stars Oh i feel so high ... that is the power of the life
Love is thing what we cant see but have a power like a thousand kings
Did you ever seen how life is mean when you turn from that bean
A man without a job
Had scarce to fill his gob
Scanning the press did See
Much work in jeopardy..'
So his pack; on back did lob.
He'd take train to short supply
Where time; was stacked up high.'
As a man of Limerick town
He was never feeling down
For t'was surely worth the try!
I've come to old man Berber who's grey-haired and skinny
To solve problems that I'm tortured with.
"I see, my son, that through you beams hot light as you breathe
But you are not his owner, silly.
Dread muddy waters and medals for your own labor,
Guard the dragon, dove and rose flower.
You see, all these people around you... how they tower
Hells, show it may not be so. Savior.
Remember that no foreign war, vicious talk of you,
Greedy as she-wolf evil illness -
Nothing scarier than prison of your head's stillness
Would ever ever happen to you."
It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.
First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.
High school was okay.
Didn't help me to focus;
So, my mind wandered.
Surfed Bonzai Pipeline,
Big waves break into lava.
What made me do it?
Vietnam jungles.
I wondered why I was there.
America lost.
Smoking pot. Stereo.
Good fun in the seventies.
Psychedelics too.
And three wives later,
I finally found true love.
We're still together.
My destitute heart,
Saved by the sweetest angel.
I love you, Sandy.
Sooners are my team.
Most winning football program
In the Modern Era.
I am retired now.
But I have plenty to do.
Golf, primarily.
I've been writing more.
Perhaps I will write a book.
I have many tales.
I'd chase young girls; but,
Girls with a "grampa" fetish
Are so hard to find.
If I am lucky,
I will just drop dead one day.
With my peace of mind.
Yes, made a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.
Mass confusion
But little
Conversation
Clear water
And you're
Seeing it too
Mixed signals
But same
Results
Calm storms
Maybe you
Will run
Matter of fact
Was hard to
Add up
Corrections
Won't get us
Very far
Mutilation
Of my words
For ears to hear
Can I
We make this
Work
Maybe baby
Mum's the
Word