Limericks inspired by Linda Fowler’s Limerick - Hindsight
Pot-poetry
We've had many laughs in PoetrySoup
That lift weary hearts when they start to droop
Laughters a freebie
A sure guarantee
Sup from the soup and enjoy a good whoop.
Laughters infectious, it flows oversea
Different nations writing poetry
Yet all in one pot
The pot holds a lot
Pot-poetry full of variety.
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1st January 2021
“Only in his hometown and in his own household is a prophet without honor.” Matthew 13:57
Sometimes, when I go shopping, I meet a strange woman.
Barefoot,
dressed only in a garland of dried flowers and an old sheet stained with bird droppings,
with last year’s nest on the head and ecstatic glint in the eyes,
she gets up on the pallet of tinned peas
and makes a speech.
I wonder who she is.
Another one crazy goddess of Walmart?
An older Ophelia the shepherds saved and smuggled oversea to the States?
Or, maybe, she is an anthropomorphic metaphor for the knowledge obscure to mere mortals?
She seems to be upset that people can't figure out a word she says.
I understand your feelings, metaphor:
even a small knowledge seems great to the ignorant;
the great knowledge seems to them madness.
08.11.2019
Last Year's Nests Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
A hawk, moments after dawn,
circling.
Somewhere,
somewhere at the edge of near;
a somewhere known to the pessimistic
as far,
as there,
as not,
not
Here.
Not near.
Occasionally, a flashed shadow
over the sun-bleached apricot sky.
Just to the West.
Where the yellower light spills now
over the half-new roof and well-appointed chimney
of farm/field/stone.
Into the valley of clinging green
and the stone wall edge of the Farm
where the trees have one and all
forgot the late date.
They’ve
steadfastly, triumphantly, unarguably
argued for their summer-earned greens.
The moon is so high as to be unknown.
There above the maple.
There above the shred-ragged, yellowing
banana leaves -
the makeshift windvane of wavily oversea kelp.
Unknown
to the crook of neck,
to the poor sleepers,
to the cheap pillow resters.
It is such a slight sliver
that
it gives a cool shiver
to my flesh.
The momentary thought of,
a splinter of wood getting under skin.
The slight sharp sliver of dim silver moon
seems so sharp as to
threaten to deflate the dim blue,
the pale blue
October sky.
Mis-leaders
The deciders of fate
In whom many have faith
Cocooned in the Ivory tower
Wielding unlimited power
They schooled oversea
But here looting is what they oversee
Their horizon is broad
So they take our wealth abroad
They deserve our applause
And they deserve some awards
For they are un-powering the people
And dis-uniting the nation
DREAMS
My fellow poets;
Can someone imitate me?
Whether dreams are relevant,
Or not?
For I have been to many places,
That I have to been to,
Expect oversea.
Dream,
I idolize you more than vision.
Oh! You novelist,
Are you a dreamer?
For I make my money,
Through dreams.
Dreams,
A place of dialogue and revelation.
Tell the three wise men that,
We need their dreams,
But tell Joseph not to forget,
His dreams
I need dreams,
I need to write and reveal more,
Like John the baptize.
Themes:
1. Relevant,
2. Hindrance,
3. Remembrance,
4. Action.
Oh give me a home where there are no drones,
where the Democrats and Republicans play,
where seldom is heard a debate that isn't too absurd,
while they try to keep Wikileaks and e-mails at bay,
Home, home on the range,
where the Democrats and Republicans are basically clay,
where seldom is heard a speech written by a nerd,
while the oligarchy are having a field day,
With too many jobs shipped oversea"s,
the middle class once again have an urgent plea,
not for another speech or a clone,
but to create more manufacturing jobs here at home,
While America goes through yet another phase,
we used to be a Republic back in our heyday,
we definitely need more capitalism it is clear,
so please Mr. President stick to your words and don't switch gears.
11-9-16
Chocolate Indulgences (20150129)
If I really had no choice but to divulge,
In mountains of chocolate I would indulge.
I'm not just taking about Snickers,
Reese's peanut butter cups, Butterfingers,
Or other grocery store sweeties.
I'm talking about the expensive stuff, most from oversea:
Fruit and nut bars from British Cadbury,
Milk molasses chips from local Mrs. See's,
Fudge Easter Eggs from domestic Helen Grace,
Belgian praline Sea Shells from Leonidas,
Belgian Cote D'Or bouche pralines,
And from Germany's Ritter Sport--EVERYTHING!
Wallowing in glorious chocolate, I'd be so pathetic,
If not for the fact, that I'm a diabetic.
Children are leaders of tomorrow
Precious gift from God
First man, Adam was created from dust
Children were made between man and woman
Children are unique in nature
And beautiful in the sigh of their father
My mother didn't know what I will become in future
My father insisted I received a good training
So that in the future I can become somebody
A substance worthy of emulation by others
I can't think about my future
But I can see them in my mother's eyes
I can't think... but I can hear from my father's voice
...these are what I learnt as I grow...
All men were created equal before God
And should be treated equal
No difference in race
We should be one by his grace
No difference in colour
As I see you and me as one by the corridor
Wealth evenly distributed
No jealousy or confectiousness exhibited
If I have a stick of sweet
You should have same too in the street
Love cannot be overlooked
Even though my brother is a crook
Be bothered about me
'Cause tomorrow it might be your turn
This is the tomorrow we should see
even without going oversea
Yes, we are tomorrow's leaders
We stand by our words.
For you, I will see,
For you, I would guarantee,
For you, I could be an emcee,
For you, I will pass oversea,
For all of you, I could be esprited...
For you, I will walk,
For you, I won't baulk,
For all of you, we will flock,
For all of you, I won't pock,
For all of you, this won't be a crock...
For you, I will think,
For you, I will blink,
For you, I would interlink,
For all of you, I would sync,
For you, I can break brinks,
For all of you, I might bequeath...
For all of you, I might concede,
For you, I might precede,
For all of you, I might exceed,
For you, I mit accede,
With all of you, I might proceed,
With all of you, I might succeed,
For you, I might bleed,
For all of you, I could be a steed...
From all of you, I might receive,
To all of you, I might give,
For you, I might cry,
For you, I might lead,
For you, I can try,
More I could say,
But for you, I might live,
For all of you, I might die,
I could give my soul, for all of you...
I saw an eye in the middle of an ocean
She beacons on me to come and bathe in her oceans
Like an innocent fish
I swam in-between her holes
Showing me the way to d deep
The eye held me so close with her lashes
Blinking her seductive strength into my nature
I became a half man in her strength
She conquered me all the way
Given me the finest pleasure any woman can give
She lives across the blue oceans and seas
She is busy bizzy beaming her search light for her oversea lover
I love my friend she loves me too
We share secret no tongues can utter
Her body is my colour
And my colour her ego
She is an African queen whose breasts filled my mouth
The shape of her body is succulent and soaked with wonders
She smiling at my naughty pen because i promise to be loyal to her and not share her love with anyway
She is an angel and my beautiful baby girl....
Bizzy beautiful
Nature's wonders...
tho your way over there
am aware
that you need care
you must bear
with us
will fess
we must send food
for people to uese
yes its cool
to do a good deed
for thoses
OVERSEA
The Stars lit up the skies and nothing could I see,
Except these huge Mansions that fly in the sky.
Swirling winds picked me up and carried me high.
Making trails in the clouds it was just me.
It was breathtaking just to be,
Afloat the top of mansions that fly.
The Moon was bright and the Sun a bit dry.
They were huge and magnificent to oversea.
Mansions in the sky that fly above it all.
Mesmerized I went in and found no end.
None were too small.
None occupied, not even by a friend!
Mansions that fly fill a brilliant sky,
All emptied but not by I!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Super stardom is where I want to be
into the bright lights and oversea
Telling my story as I reach my dream
Nothing will be possible without my team
As I walk toward the light
Stardom is so, so bright