I knew a wee man with a claim to fame
Who was on stage, Wee Willy was his name
He could do the splits
As well as high kicks
But wearing a kilt put his name to shame.
One doesn't need to explain reasons why
All is revealed when he kicks his legs high
What’s out on display
It swings either way,
Some ladies may cry, yet others sigh.
Once I remember he fell on his back,
The audience heard his scream and the crack,
But we were in luck
Wee Willy stood up
With his cracked back strapped to an ice pack.
As ice does, it melted there on the stage
Which had Wee Willy dancing in rage
But not only that
His ardour went flat
And his performance went down a grade.
alabaster aardvark allows
banished blue booby
cobblestone cracks
during Dubuque’s disastrous date
effervescent egrets
feel felonious and free
giving giant giraffe gratitude
high-fiving hilarious hyenas
illustrious indigo iguana
jokily justifies
kangaroo’s curious kindness
luxurious llama laughs
mangy monkey mimics
noisy next-door neighbor
ornery oustanding ostrich of Oz
provokes prissy persnickety peacock
querulously quarrels with quick quail
resident rodent rushes
sassily sure-footed and serious
temperate tarantula turns
under universal udder
variegated villainous veins
willingly walk weirdly
‘xciting ‘xacting ‘xtraordinary
yellow yang yaks
zing in zigzag zones, zeroing alabaster aardvarks
Football, for long a game of kicks,
To viewers oft of bare fists, bricks,
At times a show of gun,
At others filled with fun,
But now more of kickbacks it reeks.
It’s time FIFA gets yellow card
To warn: be fair and be on guard,
Let their flow some fresh breath,
Else, there’d be ‘sudden death’,
For you, your wards the same standard.
Should the warning prove not enough,
The game will get rough, make you puff,
Let cards yellow to red
Act as life kit for Fed,
When reason fails to rhyme, act tough.
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Happenings | 13.05.2015, revised January 2024| Quintain
Poet’s Note: This poem was penned following a scandal involving kickbacks of millions of dollars by football’s FIFA officials which was only a tip of the iceberg, it looks as if some warning cards were needed like never before—for officials more than for the players. Here are three quintains, not with ababb rhyme scheme, but takes a limerick format.
On this wait not for Prophet Joel
Nor for Augury rated Jewel:
Offensive language Sufficient Fuel
For what ignites Murderous Duel…
One I’d watched sparked off by Noel
To his shame like unpleasant gruel;
Keep words picturing like served gruel
For The Jailed by A Jailer cruel:
“I hate you: Satan’s Emmanuel”
“As much I you: the Devils Noel.”
Soon, the two on secrets start to dwell
And the pent-up anger starts to swell,
Ripe and waiting hard punches and kicks,
Noel involving stones, Emmanuel sticks.
There's times when people are hard to understand
Most likely caused by unknown factors
These things that can happen to all of us at times
Then love kicks in and that's all that matters
We make allowances for a change in the weather
We should also be aware of our moods
They can make us see things that really aren't there
Sadly they can be reason for feuds
Just try to understand the changing patterns
That affect us guys sooner or later
Sometimes it can leave a big hole in our heart
Which soon can become a big crater
A real open mind is the thing you must have
To make sense of how love does evolve
Though it doesn't always follow and make good sense
Don't lose hope the problem will be solved
One needs compassion to help us get through
Not everyday will come up solid gold
The secret of life and real happy experiences
Is fulfilling and such a joy to behold
Some lives I had more time alone,
This life though has too much life owned,
I wish I could go back to the day,
I did my fusion dance with my mirror saw an overlay,
The overlay was me slightly delayed,
So when I moved it was multiple meese,
Different colors transparent but geeze,
It called me weak in a deep voice but in my mind,
Asked to switch places,
Better then drugs some ancient rituals done out of love,
Or should I say lack of anyway,
Last girl to deny me gave me that day.
The Days of Wine and Roses
Wine Women and Song
Seems that with this elixir
Men simply can't go wrong
to feel illusion
we pause in melancholy
how fake can we get
to feel sudden rage
awareness veiled by ego
great bed time story
animal cravings
erst instincts from which risen
shudder of horror
delusion dispelled
in the void of staid stillness
bubbling bliss bursts forth
14-March-2021
Just like Emma Peel
kicking really, really high
the young lads watching
Avengers seeking justice
perhaps fancy unrealized
flirting with haiku
but married
to the senryu
MagiCicada13
Three In One Triangle
With God's food a deal we were to wangle,
Knowing Holy Trinity is three in one triangle;
Take whole life;
Free from strife;
Saved my soul sin did damage and mangle.
At church we found an eloquent food exhibit,
That did seem exciting as well as exquisite;
Go felt compelled,
And food excelled;
God bring it back again so we could visit it.
About certain foods we had been inquisitive;
To them surface of skin seemed so sensitive;
Head to toes,
And even nose;
Touch or eat any of them are apprehensive.
What we decided was to create food campaign,
And when down on us each calorie would rain;
Body strike;
Never like;
Excessive weight gain and hard to bare strain.
James Horatio Humorous Horn
Took a diet pill
Then ate a lemon pie
No, not a piece.
The whole thing,
and I ate it .....
Fast
Before the diet pill
Could kick in.
I wanna ride down Route 66
The ultimate road trip
Ridin’ wind in your hair along Main Street, USA
Hey Man - what do ya say!
Past all those old towns
That made that American sound
I wanna see it before it finally fades
Man, its so cool as top of the grade.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Sol rises in all His splendor,
dissolving the darkness of the night.
And light breaks over the horizon
announcing the birth of Dawn;
as a brand new day begins.
Sunbeams dance across my eyelids,
as purple, yellow, and tangerine
blend into a dream,
floating at the edge of awake
where they can be seen.
Sleep slips away
as my mind welcomes the day
basking in the tranquility
of the moment,
before reality kicks in.
Many people have their sports
Kicking balls of many sorts
but there's just one
I do real well
It's kicking zombies back to hell
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