OUCH: AN INSECT MOMENT
A fly flew past me,
A bumblebee chasing it:-
Ouch! An ant bit me!
Excitement building in anticipation
last night when getting dressed
late for a date and in a hurry
yet hoping to look my best
but in a flurry had to scurry
not paying close attention
when doing up my tight blue jeans
tho' it bears not repeated mention
I now know what misery means
zipped the zip fastener sadly far too fast
and not wearing a jockstrap
caught my privates badly in the zipper
also known as a ***** flytrap
cat hisses at dog
dog retaliates growls at
the fending purring
07/14/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
each Cobblestone makes up the road
ouch from your very sharp high heel shoes
It is quite common to kiss injuries on those wee.
At three, my son asked to have bath autonomy.
I tossed a washcloth, then stood where he could not see.
Soon, he called out words that amusingly shook me,
"Mom, it washed sore, come kiss ouchy on my pee-pee."
Shopping, strolling him down the grocery store aisle
where female hygiene products are sorted in piles,
my son, age four, earnestly said, "When I'm grown, I'll
buy all these things with flowers on them for my wife."
His words styled a smile in me that would last for life.
I used mild-applied wooden spoons for mood anchors.
This set me up for disgust from food cart flankers
when my son yelled, "Look Mom, a hole bag of spankers."
My child, four, eyed that, not the shelved Power Rangers?
I hoped no one would report child welfare dangers.
Once, when a minister summed up his sermon's span
asking "Who's the greatest force in the universe?",
my son, at five, stood up with some dramatic plan.
Lifting his toy hero as high as small ones can,
he enthusiastically declared, "Batman!"
Thoughts of vacation, developed my fav word pearl,
"How many times do I wake up before Disney World?"
it wasn't a pretty sight
extreme sun exposure
turned his skin a vibrant hue
somewhere on the spectrum
not quite painful blue
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I became a victim of the/
Government Psychic/
Operations Program/
With radionic and psionic technology/
The voice to skull is torture/
But, they can't break me/
They tell me to confess/
I refuse, I never done that/
They body possess me/
I will not give in/
They squeeze my liver/
They squeeze my organs/
Telling me to confess/
To things I never done/
I refuse to let them/
Silence and suppress me/
They lower my heart beat/
They lower my blood pressure/
They bring me to the brink of death/
I still refuse to give in/
They resort to voice to mouth/
I still refuse to admit/
To things I never done/
They body possess me/
So? I can do the same thing/
The feeling and emotions possession/
Are easy to fight/
The thought to skull/
Is easy to fight/
I thought we were the/
Land of the free.../
so walking through the forest
out walking on a walk
passing tree after tree after tree
then a tree showed me its bark
interesting I thought
and so too did my dog
who excitedly barked back
we had a crazy crazy walk
the tree and my dog had a talk
I climbed a tree
And sat on a bee.
It stung me.
Ouch
what a low blow
ouch
like never before
ouch
my heart broke
ouch
my hope dropped.
Ouch
I close my eyes
ouch
I'm bleeding inside
ouch
I don't know why
ouch
I wanna cry...
Jessica
Her face showed he'd come off as predal
Now it was too late to backpedal
"Stupid wins prizes,"
She shouts, "of all sizes,"
Her handprint adorned like a medal
OUCH
A black cat crossed my path as I walked under a ladder on Friday the 13th.
John G. Lawless
©1/13/2023
Santa went down a chimney in Twin Creeks
Now sadly he can't sit down for two weeks
Because what he didn't know
Was the embers were aglow
Giving him third degree burns on both cheeks.
A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
Written on 14th November 2022
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
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IT'S WORTH IT ALL
He carves and sands where I am rough
And smooths those corners down
And “ouch” it often hurts, I say
As His tools go all around
And yet I know that when He's through
No more a 'plaint I'll make
E'n though it may hurt at times
I know it's for my sake
Sometimes if I had tried to live
In a much more careful way
This process would be easier
On the life I live today
Sometimes we learn so very slow
God's righteous ways are best
His love will not give up on us
If we in His arms will rest
So let the process continue on
Until that glorious day
He's made a perfect gem of me
And in His arms I'll stay
Copyright, Kathryn Search
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