Leary of those who are cheery? ~
Your life is probably dreary
From this far, my heart
fair far from here near to her thus she
Will know no other love
I touch her with the touch of such
A Master! Be leary my dear see I say
What comes after? Laughter?
Year and year she sustains all of
Her loving dilligent mannerisms.
She of today? How so much she
Cherishes me. Oooh. My adoration
Keeps me in disbelief! Then I keep
My caresses tender with my care
I appreciate every ever eternal inch
Of her! Lusciously she is all of
Sumptuously delightful so succulent
Supreme aaah I love how I love to love
Her and she sprawls across my
Existence excellently! Soft tenderly
A sensational lovely aberration?
I deem a dream I have dreamed?
A phantom I can not phanthom?
SHE IS REAL! I feel her she feels me.
A reality I can see. Aaaah! Naked
Surprise nothing except beauty in
My sight then there here's the love
Love love mon amour my love gently
My specialty. I ADORE YOUR EVERYTHING!
Mon amour mon amour mon amour
My dove my love you more. My dove
I love love to love my dear rare FLARE
I care a FLAME I have CLAIMED
RARE RARE SHE....! I ADOOORE!
VBR Black Panther
Roses grew while
Little Lillies likely query quite
Quietly quizzical
Destined to unfold
Lakeside listless ever leary
Bayside wishing wayside
Worrying
Resting by gardens of unknown
Origin to behold. Roses
Rhymes will flood the untold
And believing the best of
Believability have began
Outstanding oscillating oceans
Obviously out of time have
Been omitted from the lines
Of sacred poetry. Is it A sign?
Roses.
SEX EDUCATION
A schoolboy called Timothy Leary
Found sex education quite dreary
He thought it would be
More exciting you see
But they only covered the theory
14th May 2023
Funny, Bawdy of Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
Once upon a roseward way
Striking poses floral essence roses
Filled with bountiful fragrance
The boasting aromatic
The beautiful weeds
Of petal Persuasion
Wonderous weed
we all love to need
Aware we leary
The audacious amorous stink of it
Which were once wild flowers now
exist in many shades red blue
White lilacs yellow and black
Ones too and carefully handle or
A thorn may prick you.
This has been THE STORY OF ROSES
There is no right way...
there are only wrong
ways – there is no
Luke-warm love, for
love is not a portion
nor temperature...not
a two-step – but a toward
You Step. And we know love
when we see it...let it
happen~yes, free it!
Too often we flee it;
failures leave a lasting
mark – making us Leary
of future spark – once a
flame ignited, and then
smothered out, can leave
a nasty ash; better to make
the dash~yes, run. Before
the heart is barbecued~
overdone....
But no one has ever won
if not a wager on the board
of life – just ask my very
wise wife – who made a purse
out of a sow's ear...her headlight
on my deer.
Ear, Ave u herd of a cow
she goes by the name of 6373,
an itch between her toe,
she has horns the size of a pitch fork
her udders are ready to go...
Wait one minute
so you can see
I' ll fetch the Lantern for Mrs O Leary...
You dashed about the factory
looking for the oil
kicked a Lantern over
Chicargo burned to the soil....
You blamed it on the cow 6373
an itch between her toe
horns the size of a pitch fork
her udders ready to go .....
turkeys thoughts about the 25th leary
hurry to the corner
huddle close togther
with minds togther
jerking their brains fiercly
thinking about the fruit and berries
pupils thats already seen the axe
bloodshead
from their closest turkey relitives
and again with brains jerked around to the max
you can hear the cry's of clucking
I think I hear
faint
next year or somthing
Toxic Mary would kill a canary, just to not hear it sing.. as a matter of fact, she is a complete whack and would kill most anything..
Every word from her mouth is to complain of her ex-spouse who wouldn't go near her at all. She'll cry in her soup about how she was duped and how she has taken the fall..but don't empathize, cause it's nothing but lies and Mary's not well at all. So please stay wary of toxic Mary who complains about everything..She'll call you on the phone, won't leave you alone and she definitely has no bling.. your ear she will bend and pretend to be a friend but will twist what you tell her and richly embellish so don't compromise cause boy that girl lies.. Toxic Mary at times is quite scary when she's full of tonic and gin..even her poor daughter who walks on the water, she'll complain of and try to do in.. If you see toxic Mary please stay leary and cross to the far side of the road, cause some day soon she will completely baloon and I'm certain she's going to explode.
B-eholders
E-agerly
R-ead
N-otable
A-crostic
D-esign
E-ven
T-hough
T-heir
E-yes
A-re
B-leary
A-s
L-ines
O-ffer
S-ublimity
Topic: Birthday of Bernadette J. Abalos (March 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
In May I joined in a collaborative write
with Jan Allison about a bi-polar bear
Since then the furry marine mammal
Has been treated at Arctic Health Care
Here is an update that may interest you
After six months of meds and therapy
Her symptons are even worse than before
She's being tracked; for her it's a tragedy
Lady polar bear roams the Arctic plains
feasting on ocean fish and baby seals
She goes on a rampage when hungry
A carnivore doesn't like missing meals
She loves to dive into frigid waters
from floe to floe, she paddles til weary
searching for the most protective cave
to hibernate. Beware of her and be leary
Lady bi-polar bear met a mate to her liking
and soon she'll become a brand new mama
While she hibernates with a baby cub or two
I'll fly to the Andes, in search of a lovely llama
The original collaboration from May 2017:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/bi_polar_bear_collaboration_with_lin_lane_901528
The Shift Change..
after dark..
the quiet
of the night..
where
flying predators..
and
creepy crawlers..
awaken..
from their nests..
to wait
in the shadows..
the intruder
is their quest..
After dark..
is their advantage..
be leary
of the night..
For the
creepy crawlers..
and
flying predators..
after dark..
come out
to bite..
You look
forward to
The Shift Change..
as you hurry
from the night..
You look
forward to..
The Shift Change..
after dark
to daylight.
D.C. 09/17/15
A Giant
There is an unknown legend that comes
from the great Black Forest
of a creature fearsome and oh, so glorious.
Though his brain be small
and barely larger than a walnut
his head and jaws are held in fear and awe.
Those huge brown eyes hold such a stare
and his teeth are sharp as nails
with claws long and pointed reaching everywhere.
The body black and boldly trimmed in brown
short haired waistcoat thick yet soft
rapped snuggly at his belly round.
The form is slim and trim, the torso long and lank
a streamlined tail waving in the sun
satisfied when its task is done.
There he is, can you see him frown
thrashing through the field
everybody running as he comes into town.
His sound is loud and deafening,
it roars like echoed thunder
as feet imprint the earth he plunders.
There he stands with renewed vigor and vim
challenging every eye on him.
What's that you say, you're unafraid,
He is but a tiny Dachshund?
Stand back my friends, you doubting disbelievers,
be fearful and leary, despite his size
he is a giant,
a Rottweiler in disguise.
Shifty was my friend
Shifty was my lover
He lived not to very far
A day's drive in a car
Empty promises were his
But let me tell you this
When he lay beside me
Not another would I see
His caress and touch
Gave me such a rush
Puddles and pools
Like to intertwined fools
Moans and cries
The neighbors none to wise
Aroma of sex in the air
None could compare
To Shifty my pride
My legs open wide
Shame I dare say
Was never our way
The blush colored glasses
Naked romps in the grasses
Love or lust
But who could I trust
My body said go
Shifty never said "No"
Shower I must
To prepare for his thrust
Goodnight to the weary
Love hard don't be leary.
Humans hate for many reasons
It can be jealousy or their mood changes like the seasons,
Be very Leary of these ups and down moods
The anger they feel as hate can make them rude,
I am glad we are not near or around humans like them
Well you never know when they may snap on a whim,
So we say our distance away from haters
Because only god can deal with them sooner or later.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
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