Her mother was walking the dog
Pursued by a pot belly hog
But in the fog
She kissed a frog
According to Miss Polly Wogg . . . .
Categories:
laurie, humor,
Form: Limerick
Lindsay dear friend are you OK,
Australia is a long way away,
I’ll gladly paddle right across the pond,
If with a poem you soon don’t respond!
Categories:
laurie, lost,
Form: Rhyme
A young lady named Laurie McGee
She had an incredible crush on me
So long since besotten,
My name soon forgotten
She met up with Timothy McFee.
written weeks ago, June 21, 2021
Categories:
laurie, humorous, lost love,
Form: Limerick
FOUR
To obtain it, Laurie with her Dear Life paid,
She did not count the cost, as cowards do,
But gave her Heart, to be re-forged and made,
A Diamond Heart… Pure, Innocent and True…
Into a misericorde, blade meant to end
With Mercy, Dark Ones… Those whose Time has come
Who have made Life a Misery, and bend
The courses of Reality – they hum
Not, nor do cook in their pajamas,
They are Diseased with Hate and Cruelty
Is just another tactic – do their mamas
Pray for them? That’s why she comes!
To nihilists, she brings the coup-de-grace*
And carries the repentant over the floss…
*the coup-de-grace was not only a merciful blow with a dagger, designed to swiftly and painlessly end the life of a suffering knight, who could not be saved, this name was also used for the dagger, itself, which was designed for such a purpose. Another name for the coup-de-grace is 'misericorde'
Categories:
laurie, appreciation, love, wife,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Nobody wants a well, when I am sad,
A few drops are enough to bring on rain!
This realm's sorrows -- enough to drive us mad!
Nobody needs the bottom of the drain!
I ask my heart, 'what new gift shall we bring?'
And then, I wait for answers in the calm
(Loud shouts come when I hear but storm and sting!)
And then, a butterfly lights on my palm:
'She was my Joy!' its wings whisper to me,
'And I must wait awhile, until we touch.
We played together often, now a sea
Has washed our sand-castles, and not left much.
I'll need to live now, in another place,
Perhaps the elves will build me one, by Grace!'
Categories:
laurie, loss, love, peace, sad,
Form: Sonnet
Eternally Lovely now,
The Bride of my Dream of Gold.
And rolling down grassy slopes,
Whose smiling heart ne’er grew old.
Eternally Helpful, too
The Braid in my burgeoned beard
That round my loquacity ropes
And sees that I’m rightly reared.
Eternally wise and kind,
The Bread of His Life and strength
The Child of the King of Hopes
The Lifeline of endless length.
She rides through the ethers now
E’er calling forth clouds of snow
The crying child, helps, as he copes
Wherever his troubles may go.
And so, I have finished my tale,
Except the Divinest part
The poor fool who grumps and mopes,
She JOLTS by her Heavenly Art!
Categories:
laurie, angel, blessing, funny, happy,
Form: Rhyme
When you closed your hand about my hand,
A shivering bud that hid within my heart
Began to open,
‘MEN do not have FLOWERS in their hearts!’
I cried, in my mind,
‘CERTAINLY
MEN have LIONS!’
But the bud so softly nudged against my breast,
That I could not but pluck its opening grace
And offer it
To You,
Pure As A Smile…
Written On: 1/9/2019
Submitted for Contest:
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
laurie, allegory, heart, hello, love,
Form: Free verse
Know a sweet Aussie lady with two first names
Her parents were the ones that were really to blame
Didn't read the rules
Had it tough in school
But my limerick will bring her fortune and fame
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
laurie, friendship,
Form: Limerick
There once was a girl named Laurie
Who soon became a love quarry
But with not enough time
To ring her sweet chime
She wanted to live out a story
Categories:
laurie, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Sank that Annie Laurie, down beneath those waves,
Took with her such fine young crew and not a life she saves.
Left there on the mountain,
Just the wives, the gals, the slaves.
Ne'er hunt nor e'er sing shall these lads so lost,
To mountain folk only known that which had been cost.
Banjos ne'er plucked agin,
Danced their last these kin.
Guitar now does stand forlorn,
Futures so then thusly shorn.
Sank that Annie Laurie, down beneath those waves,
Took with her those mountain folk to coldest watery graves.
SeaWolf
©
Categories:
laurie, sea
Form: Rhyme
Hey diddle diddle
We poets that fiddle
With poems that jump over the moon.
But sometimes we blunder
She still claps like thunder
And soon we are smiling a tune.
Like little Miss Muffet,
Laurie Ginn on her tuffet
Brings smiles with each comment she's made
Collecting her wits,
With humorous bits
Jay Leno would gladly have paid
To have her write jokes
And cheer all the folks
Who stay up by light of the moon
Even little dogs laugh,
While the rest of us grin
You're a darling, we love you! ... Ms Ginn
Categories:
laurie, friendship, funnyhumorous,
Form: Rhyme
You've told me some great methods
That have worked out quite well
I want to say thank you
For being so caring
And I'm happy that I'm sharing
That you're my friend
And always will be
For you are inside of me. ...
Categories:
laurie, thank you
Form: I do not know?