Pain is temporary likewise gain's worth too,
Though savings might be of relief from blue,
Yet its will is of grace rank;
Using a different self bank-
One which disciplined assessment ensue.
Better off a gentle man with pure heart,
Than a crazy boy with tref miles apart;
Who ought to be simply cool...
Without traces of being fool,
But chose to be a daring dove, beasts cart.
I tried to fold my fitted sheet
Took time to make it nice and neat
I tried my best
But was not blessed
It left me crying, "Holy sheet!"
Folding fitted sheets gives me fits
Watching more and more YouTube skits
Try hard as I may
It just doesn't pay
Enough—Now I'm calling it quits!
There’s a trend stealing Friday night,
it’s emptying the bars out of spite.
People stay home relaxing,
after a week so taxing.
Recharged by no need for fake polite.
Rare should Nature come to my house
I would go, my dream fires to douse.
Rivers can’t come to me,
I’ll go there them to see,
Swim if I can or not, no grouse.
Mountains high, small hills, lakes, meadows,
Countless trees and sun and shadows…
Farmers in nature’s care,
Fragrant forests so fair,
None will come in care of my cause.
They work hard in natural rhyme,
I’ll go, for I respect their time
And will keep going there
My diffidence to dare,
Not in spare time, in time so prime.
If Nature can’t come to my house,
I’ll have to go-- this home-held mouse
Pay homage as it were
And clear years of false air,
Call ‘tis of heart, of head nor nous.
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Musings | 02.12.2025 | adventure, freedom, house, nature, limerick
Note: Watching a river water filled in a bottle is no substitute to going out to a freely flowing river amidst nature. Man seems to have castled him in a bottle of circumstances, still pretending to sing a song of freedom. To snap this imagined shackle with which man ties him in knots, he must go out to meet Nature. Here is that song of freedom. Only when man learns to be with Nature, he will learn to respect it.
Awesome moment of gleeful smiles brings joy...
To eyes missing memories Grandma enjoy
While on earth with man and God
Without stress against all odd;
Celebrates life tears struggle to annoy.
Santa is ready for his big flight,
Rudolph's red nose is really bright.
Santa's big bag is toy filled,
that elf over there is unskilled.
Will there be cold snow of white?
Elf's can be cute but very small,
wishing Santa would make them tall.
Santa said eat lots of fish,
as you make your tall wish.
Out of his bag came a new red ball.
Elf's always want to have some fun,
jumping on Rudolph now run, run.
Santa wanted to kill,
everyone took a nasty spill.
The crazy night of fun was done.
No one is ever as happy as kids:
In such loving ways that make easy bids
Fall in places without hate;
An insight forceful wrongs bait,
Leading astray true love Satan forbids.
Whenever darkness looms through changing phase,
Minds- be each crazy or cool, doubt betrays
Light... struggling of essence strike;
Unlike electric that spike
Consciousness without denying truthful gaze.
Amy the tier-one junkyard cat upends
When her ‘I don’t care’ cattitude offends
She stalks, strikes, then eats
Has no time for treats
Mice used to be fast food but now are friends
Sputnik the panther jungle cat has fun
Laughing as all the humans try to run
Some run as fast they can
Some stop to make a stand
Either way their denouement has begun
I'm solemnly engulfed playing on field
With passion, more so, without socks- off shield;
Enjoying pleasurable pain...
Football gives fame, to sustain--
The blissful feats of rewards, records yield.
If a fly on the wall I could be,
some celebrities I'd want to see -
like the ones that got missed
from Sean Diddy's guest list.
I'd get buzzed on a fact-finding spree.
Bored with wicked rich stars, I'd fly to
where the schemes of elitists I'd view.
Just beware. Flies like me
are as sly as can be,
and right now I am looking at you!
If a fly on the wall I could be,
some celebrities I'd want to see -
like the ones that got missed
from Sean Diddy's guest list.
I'd get buzzed on a fact-finding spree.
Bugging homes in each fine neighborhood,
I would spy like a covert fly should.
My enquiring mind
would some cover-ups find
as I flew around all Hollywood.
Bored with wicked rich stars, I'd fly to
where the schemes of elitists I'd view.
Just beware. Flies like me
are as sly as can be,
and right now I am looking at you!
Marvelous Marvin, a former leper
In his beard, a little salt and pepper
Marv became healthy
After that, wealthy
Now bills himself as ~ 'The Marriage-Wrecker'
Animals of different colors we see and feel outside the zoo
Characters with different voices -- play, sing and dance too
Big or small, they come alive
Near or far, vanish without a jive
Actors and players of all seasons that bring joy and tears to you!
Specific Types of Limerick Poems
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