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The elderly couple enjoyed a lovely meal with their dear friends.
The two old ladies get up to do the dishes when the meal ends.
The two men chat, one tells of a restaurant he could recommend.
They had a really nice meal last night, good food not much to spend.
“That sounds great” said one “What’ is this restaurant’s name?”
He thought a while, searching his memory trying hard, but in vain.
He said, “I can’t think, what is that flower the one that makes a chain?”
Oh, said his friend I’m not sure, Is it a daisy or should I think again?
You smile. I guess this means I’m on the right track, did I get it right?
That’s it!“Hey Daisy he called “what’s the name of the place we went last night?”
Same couple planned a dinner. Daisy went to buy sauce for stroganoff.
Asked an employee where it would be. He replied, “I’ll see” and walked off
He didn’t return so she asked another, and she replied, “I’ll see” and went to see.
Daisy was tired of waiting for them to return and found it herself in Isle C .
Communism. About freedom it is not
But mostly around stagnation and rot
It spells trouble, revolution on Earth
And something to give your widest berth
A dogma that doesn't want to die
No country succeeded it giving a try
"Take from the rich and give to the poor"
One-word description? Horsesh*t. Manure.
It is not about building wealth
But about poor mental health
Of anyone who supports Communism
A.k.a. Maoism, socialism, Marxism
Goal: spend the money you ain't got
Alter the world, destruction wrought
Rip the fabric, cause capital flight
Aggression, hate, power grab and spite
Oh, sounds great "Workers, unite"
Future's fake promise, it wouldn't be bright
Law and order? No, never heard
Political moves of threat and absurd
"Capitalism - bad, communism - good"
Free buses for needy and almost free food
Long lines and shortage, with circus decrees
With people in power without degrees
Lies every step, communism's tag
Hammer and sickle on red goddamn flag
Division, derision, "hurray for our side"
Slow yet persistent, a downward slide
No First, Second or even the Fourth
T'was a short study, the Commie course
Bad weather is coming, I must admit,
My hapless city is soon to be hit
November 8, 2025
New York City, USA
Been Christmas shopping my dear, that sounds great now lets all cheer, no gift boxes of PJs this year, surprise boxes of PPE gear, all wrapped now off for a cold beer.
Date Written: 12/8/2020
2 Place Christmas Limerick Poetry Contest Contest Judged:12/25/2020 Sponsored by: Alexis Y.
Angry clouds were above
Displaying hatred not love
With an angry growl
Came a heavenly howl
There are energy impulses
Crackling lights dished out in doses
Joined the powerful teaming downpour
Angels sending a message about this star gazing tour
Two men scheduled to be shot in the air
No return date set for the galactic dare
It took a little time
But the sun came out to shine
A natural cosmic luring test
Challenging earthlings wanted to leave their nest
Launch countdown never stopped
Plan continued from the pad lot
After placing the pair in seated positions
Patiently waiting for the ‘go’ decision
Commanding lift starting the space station mission
Clock under twenty
Big business experimenting investing their money
Word came to abort
Due to the weather who was the true judicial court
Safety concerns were the reasons
Canceling the spectacle during Florida’s rainy season
Temporary relieving the responsibilities for the dragon crew
Delaying a dream ready to come true
Mother Nature commanding man to be told
“This adventurous travel must be put on hold!
Until a new window open soon
And then it can resume
A space junket to the resort orbiting the moon”
Man penciled in a date
Saturday afternoon sounds great
Still the meteorology influence will have the final say
About sending this peaceful rocket on its way
Romeo Please Find Juliet-Virelai
I wish for a mate
That draws a line straight
One wish
A nice man sounds great
One that pulls his weight
Let's swish
Let's have a first date
See what's on our plate
And dish
If our moons shine bright
And our tides are right
See me
Basking in the light
Waiting for my knight
With glee
If our hearts are quite
Let cupid take flight
And spree
If this love note's read
Like butter to bread
Let's toast
Take my hand and lead
Let's be two and wed
Upmost
And spread forth our seed
And blossom and spread
The most
3/18/23
Write Me a Virelai Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Kim Rodrigues
The April rabbit wanted to be more than just the Easter Bunny.
It makes me feel dour and sad, not optimistic, upbeat or sunny.
It’s a title for Saturday and Sunday only, he said to people.
They forget all about me when they enter the church with the steeple.
What else can you do? His relatives asked him, truly not knowing.
I think I could play a mean sax, he said, and this is not simply crowing.
They encouraged him in his endeavors, and he played musical notes.
He was fulfilled now, even though his audience was lambs, sheep and goats.
I want to play at church he told the world. Wouldn’t that be a fine thing?
That sounds great said an old ram, and I could accompany you for I sing.
I play my hooves well on the ground, said a donkey with a kick.
This little homemade band enjoyed pouring self compliments on thick.
I'm exercising my imagination,
by imagining a destination.
let's start with darkness...
and create some light.
a clear blue sky
and a sun that's bright.
let's agree on a temp...
say... Seventy-eight.
a six-mile breeze...
that really sounds great.
thinking of sounds...
a long waterfall.
tropical garden...
you make the call.
how bout a fragrance
of tropical lust.
let's sprinkle this vision
with magical dust.
by sipping the water,
you'll never grow old.
just beautiful thoughts
and none that are cold.
a constant being
of euphoric sensation.
your more than welcome
at my destination.
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I’d love nothing more than to sit with you
and share a meal split just for two.
I’d order the rainchokes topped with loots
and dip them in your sharkflower shoots.
But sitting in this divine café
is not exactly safe per se.
Which chair to choose can be so tricky-
Sitting down here could make you sprickly.
Avoid the red chair but not the blue:
Unless you see stripes on a figgy-doo.
The chair you chose loves all purple sprink
so be sure you do order that coffee to drink!
A dinner with you for two sounds great!
But as you can see I’m already late
for all of the chairs waiting next in line
to be pulled up, then placed behind.
The dol-yapper seeds will snap with joy
when I bring the next girl and bring the next boy
I will pull up a seat and pull up a chair
and a dinner for three I will start to prepare!
-5/8/2017-
Please pull up a chair (Suess style) contest
my bowling
ball needs
to be buffed
i need to get
a strike
my baseball
needs spit
to throw a
three thrown
strike
you're
out in one
game but
in in another
so lets take a look
at our ball
games so
we properly
can keep
score
though we've
already mentioned
the ball of base
lets take another
look
first base
second base
and a home run
have always held
the ball in a sexual way
so now say
basketball where
it's sounding good
that i'm dribbling but
it's bad to double dribble
and scoring can
be a net or a hoop
even one or another
a rim shot but a dunk
sinks the sunk deeper
then there's
football already
off to a great start
if you adore feet and
some terms seem to keep
the sport
agreeable
with a touch
down sounding
so soft and cuddly
and
instead
of inches they
talk in measurements
of yards while everyone
seems to be going for the
goal
line which
sounds fine but
lets look at another
that the world has now
embrassed
soccer which
sounds great from
the start just being named
suggestively that i simply can
and should
sock her hum
lets delve deeper
terminology tells all
so in soccer we must
get a goal
by which the
ball is moved by
a player's head or
by kicking with feet
sounds
rather bdsm
but then mine are
not them my eggs love
to slowly be licked to score
Form:
On Saturday morning I drive over to my daughter’s house unexpectedly.
She’s not the drop in kind of gal, but I don’t care.
It’s all about me this week, my little me week.
She flings open the door and glares at me
After I am getting ready to use my key,
The one I’m never supposed to use, but
I did press the doorbell 138 times.
Right?
She glares at me, and stomps off mad,
Toward the dining room. I watch her back.
“Can we?”
“NO!”
“Can we just?”
“NO!”
“I am not spending the day with you, MOTHER.
This is April.
My busy month.
You know that!”
April already?
Wow.
“What are you eating?”
Another unnatural glare.
“Pancakes with lemon, and blueberries, and pudding,” her back is still towards me.
Damn.
That sounds great,
But I’m not offered any.
She’s mad.
I’ll give her that.
“Mom, why are you HERE?”
“You didn’t answer the phone,” I say. “I thought…”
She rolls her eyes.
“I want to buy a new car today,” I tell her. “But my eyes are glassy because of the stupid predizone. And I stopped taking it on Tuesday. Can you drive me to a car dealer?”
“I am NOT LETTING YOU BUY A CAR TODAY, MOTHER!”
Wow.
I have not been mommed by her like this since she was twelve.
“We needed a little Mom-Angela time,” I continue.
Yes, believe it or not, this is the cherub’s name.
I’m not lying!
She makes a little smoothie for herself.
Relents a little bit.
Asks if I want one.
Yes, I DO!
Thank you.
Hooray!
It’s working.
She’s melting. We end up spending seven and a half hours together,
One of the best mother daughter days I’ve ever had!
Written April 6th, 2018