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"Love Me Or Hate Me" ~ Says the Limerick
I am only five lines written for fun
Mocking someone with foolish words of pun
Love 'em or hate 'em
You praise or condemn
A poetry form some call "hit and run"
Some think of me as inconsequential
To the haughty I am nonessential
It's a thought I refute
And would gladly dispute
Cuz nothing I say is confidential
I read Jan's limericks about Tess Tickle
But did you know Tess spent her last nickle
Buying new underwear
Cause she hadn't a spare
She kept leaking in some sort of trickle
Tess had a good friend with the name of Neve
Cheated by keeping aces up her sleeve
She thought she was smart
Until she got caught
That taught her it doesn't pay to decieve
And then there was the one they called Maisy
Made faces that caused her to look crazy
One day her eye got stuck
And she looked like a duck
So now everyone calls her Miss Daisy
There once was a gal whose name was Mary
Wore wings pretending she was a fairy
Then I swear on my word
She flapped 'em like a bird
And started singing like a canary
Heard them tell about a gal named Sally
Made money hanging out in the alley
But then she got greedy
With those who were seedy
It was curtains in her grand finale
I used to know a chesty lass named Pam
She had to tote them around in a pram
Then had an operation
A booby castration
I heard she now goes by the name of 'Sam'
Did you hear about the one called Yvette
She can't remember and started to fret
It made me want to cry
I can't figure out why
Umm.. umm.. I'm too old and tend to forget
The soldier ants played the elephants
In a soccer match in the jungle.
Whoever arranged the fixture list,
Had clearly made a bungle
It was a bit one-sided,
Which will come as no surprise.
The elephants had an advantage,
Due to superior size.
They won nearly all the high balls,
Which obviously took its toll.
And, even if the ants had a shot,
The goalkeeper filled the goal.
At half-time it was twenty-nil,
But the brave ants hadn’t lost heart.
It’s not the winning that matters,
It’s all about taking part.
At the start of the second half,
They brought a substitute on.
Their latest foreign signing,
A centipede named Juan
He made an immediate impact,
Showing incredible pluck.
And forty-five seconds into the half,
He’d broken the soldier ant’s duck
He continued to weave his magic,
Scoring goals for fun,
And, with ninety minutes on the clock,
He scored the winning one.
The captains shook hands at the end.
The elephant said, “Well done”
And said that he was most impressed
By the substitute called Juan
But what he couldn’t understand, he said,
“He’s so vital to your winning,
Why don’t you include him
Right from the beginning?
The ant said, “We would like to,
Because he’s one of our aces.
But it takes him forty-five minutes
To do up all his laces.”
Luminous as a star jointed at the seam with darkly hue, it
Imbibes the centipede of heaven's bliss and then releases
Quizinary scents of blueberry sachets. Permeating the night
Undulating it to motion with liquid verbosity it is light itself
Invigorated by the ocean sprays , it tells my fingers to
Do the math, " I am as moon as the star is star " it says
Legendary as a module of the starry sky it enhances and
Umpires the realm of my sweet imagination
Nuptially, it marries me in and inspires me to
Amalgamate myself to its lustre and twinkle
Laces of light emit from far and wide, she is clandestine
Alleviating all my worries for another day. I am a mere spectator
Clinging to the notion that some day I will join her crescent
Endearing me to her heart, she is my lantern in the night...
March 6, 2019
...A jolt ran though the broken men,
like wraiths they rose, streamed for the door,
Gobayth waved them on until
nobody remained anymore.
They raced on towards the small hut
where all of the pick-aces lay,
some guards were starting to notice,
running about every which way.
Gobayth wished the poor men luck,
but he did not follow their path,
and instead ran to the side gate
the guards used to go out and back.
It was little more than a door,
and Gobayth figured these keys
might just be what could open it,
one of them did, and he was free!
He heard the fight behind him race,
but raced toward the stables dark,
ducked low as two guards raced by,
the sight nearly stopping his heart.
He slipped in and grabbed a lean horse,
didn’t bother with a saddle,
rode it out and cantered northwards,
by the stars, through night, he travelled.
Come day he hid in deep forest,
usually laying low by a stream,
he’d eat whatever he could find,
then make ground under the moon’s beams.
Several days brought him to the moors,
the great, rolling plains of his youth,
he wanted to cry out in joy,
but came to see a brutal truth.
The grass was blackened, turned to ash,
only some young seedlings poked through,
fire had consumed everything,
at least everything in his view.
He saw no horses, cattle, goats,
no herds ambling through their home,
but as he pushed on he soon saw
scattered heaps on animal bones,
And further still, charred, half-burn tools,
seared rawhide, skeletal ten frames,
whole families were set ablaze,
very little of them remained.
He rode to where his family
usually grazed this time of year,
the landscape didn’t change that much,
his stomach was a knot of fear.
Then he found a burnt-up lodgepole,
a falcon totem on the top,
the metal bird, his family’s crest…
Gobayth’s heart and reason stopped.
Around the site were scattered bones,
picked over by the scavengers,
what remained of the ones he loved,
Which were his sisters? His mother’s?
On the bones he saw deep sword-cuts,
this hadn’t just been the fire,
people had killed them where they stood,
a massacre had transpired.
He searched the grass around the site,
trying to find some sort of trace,
he found a broken, steel spearpoint,
the kind the Black Flint people made…
CONCLUDES IN PART VI.
I was well along the graveyard shift with aces in my hand.
The cards felt right. My luck was coming on.
The pot was full of mischief, and LeBeau had seen my raise.
I assumed a bluff would leave him overdrawn.
I had two minds of opinion on the thought of throwing down.
The stakes were high, but so were my reserves.
I had just as much invested in my current twist of fate
As fortune gained on previous returns.
In the end, LeBeau lost all his cash, his pocket watch, his knife.
He mostly lost a sense of self respect.
It's with little true nostalgia I recall the night he died.
A winning hand is all I recollect.
What you say is not what I hear:
You say card dealer, but I hear car dealer,
--Unless you mean card healer,
A Tarot card healer
Who deals in Aces of Cups
And Fours of Swords.
What you say is not what I hear:
You say a nice man, but I hear an ice man,
--Unless you mean anise man,
Yet another healer,
A medicinal healer-dealer.
What you say is not what I hear:
You say next door, but I hear next store,
--Unless you mean neck store,
Neck dealers being the next dealer-healers.
What you say is not what I hear:
You say soccer, but I hear Sock her.
You say flipper, but I hear Flip her.
You say Stick 'er up, but I hear Sticker up,
--All of which can get quite sticky,
Especially if you call me Mr. Karnicki,
And I hear you say, "Car, Nicky."
The bottom line hear,
When all's said an done:
Eye had fun;
Ewe had nun.
Whenever I’m sitting at the table
my stack of chips is dwindling kind of low
I start to thinking back towards the past
and how life has dealt me an ugly blow
But I just keep on reaching for the cards
though I can’t seem to get a better hand
Still trying to bluff my way through the game
and praying for God to help if he can
I look to heaven and ask "Lord why me?"
why is it that I never win the game
If you'd just let the aces fall my way
then I swear I will never sin again
I promise not to take your name in vain
I'll go to church on Sunday like I should
I'll pray for all those poor down trodden souls
and I’ll only use my winnings for good
I'll stop fightin’ and drinkin’ and cussin’
if you only let me win just this one
I’ll hang up my pistols and settle down
I give my word my wicked ways are done
After winning a few of the small pots
I can feel that there’s a change in my luck
Let’s play one more hand and I’ll shoot the moon
just to see if this winning streak has stuck
After all God will surely understand
for he’s the loving and forgiving kind
‘Sides, as soon as I win that one big stake
I’ll quit and leave this gambling life behind
Now my stack of chips is overflowing
the cards I need are running true my way
No need to worry about my future
or saving any for a rainy day
So I put all my chips on the table
cause lady luck is sitting by my side
Though I know that I will be pushing it
I just can’t help but to let it all ride
Then the hand gets delt and the ace that I
need turned out to be nothing but a ten
When I’m about to toss in my last chip
I’ll look up and pray for God’s help again
While strolling through the graveyard the other day, I was drawn,
To a host of stones with creative and pithy epitaphs etched thereon!
Such flowing poetic verse is deemed worthy of recording for posterity,
Due to its peculiarity, sincerity, rarity and macabre hilarity!
"Here lies Gus riddled with lead! The high sheriff shot him dead!"
"He brewed the finest booze in the county! 'Til a G-man shot him for the bounty!"
"From his horse Red was throwed! He was the finest feller we ever knowed!"
"His jealous spouse cut short his life! With a twelve-inch butchering knife!"
"She slipped on a derelict banana peel! The bump on her noggin failed to heal!"
"He failed to slow down and swerve! Lost his nerve and missed the curve!"
"If you think this place has no appeal! How the heck do you think I feel?"
"Here lies the late bullfighter Umberto! He was fatally gored by el toro!"
"Clyde owns this piece of real estate! Or that's what he claims, at any rate!"
"Barnstormer Barney has flown the coop! He failed to negotiate an outside loop!"
"Cowpoke Pete has bit the dust! From his wild cayuse he was abruptly thrust!"
"A slug ended the career of gambler Steve! Seems he had some aces up his sleeve!"
"Too much cholesterol is how he met his fate! Docs warned him but 'twas too late!"
"She met her doom skating on the ice! Tried to do the triple axel thrice!"
"He always enjoyed a nickel cigar! Alas, his flame died out due to too much tar!"
"Upon my stone let no bird alight! Should that happen, please clean off the blight!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Audrey
I love my Audrey very much
She turns my world upside down
She spins a word like a magician
She counts the seconds until we meet
She knows what love is and what its for
She transcends the moon and stars until they unite all for the grace of God
She is my ying to my yang
She is a house full of jokers when all you need is aces
She is poetry complete wuth degrees in being cool with it
She wants what I want and that is world peace
She knows how to get it too and loves devided are not on the scale of her being
She was my heart break but now she is my heart take
She is wonderfull and I am merely a man
She is the guru while I am merely gurus child
She would win any competition of beauty but ghen sh,d hide and say its not fair
She will be my guiding light when darkness peers through my window
She is a norrowing of a door when I am merely the gap between darkness and light.
She is Audrey My one true love eternally forever until I die.
Audrey.
WHOSE DEAL?
I went into the wood today
To watch the animals at play.
They didn’t see me hiding there,
The meerkat and the grizzly bear,
The lion and fluorescent jay.
They spread a blanket on the ground
And peacefully they sat around.
A deck of playing cards appeared,
Then, as the time for kick-off neared,
They cut the cards without a sound.
The referee, a mynah bird,
With built-in whistle you’ll have heard,
Said jay and lion won the toss
And, as the lion was the boss,
He dealt the cards and gently purred.
They played the game as best they could,
Although it should be understood
It’s hard to hold the cards in paws
(Or, for the jay of course, it’s claws)
But all-in-all the mood was good.
Until the jay began to sing.
He was winning everything.
But his secret was uncovered
When the other side discovered
Five aces hidden up his wing.
He dropped his cards and flew away
To live to sing another day.
The other three unlikely friends,
Seeking ways to make amends,
Looked for a game that three could play.
I know you think this tale is tall,
Just an imaginary scrawl.
In your position I would too.
Friends, I can only say to you,
I promise that I saw it all.
22nd June 2022
Tall Tales 3 Quintilla poetry contest
Sposor - Jeff Kyser