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grip'd by vinter
it's froze'd
rust'd
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any day now
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have uh heart
Oh, great wizard, expelled from Oz,
expounder of nature's laws,
could it possibly be,
if we open our eyes to see,
you are a crazy loon,
a grandiloquent buffoon?
I wish I was the Tin Man
Hollow chest and metal skin
At least without a heart to break
This pain would never sink in
Feels like I can’t breathe
My mind is a storm now
Just like Dorothy’s house I’m gone with the wind
Tell me…
How do I become the one
To fill your void the way she did?
Are you full yet?
From the cake you hid
I wish I was the Scarecrow
I wish I could forget it all
No mind to torture me at night until I bawl
But I’m the Cowardly Lion,
Once brave now scared
I fear the truth
I fear the past
OH NO! I think I just over shared :=(
I was Dorothy…bright and trusting
Skipping without fear
But you…the Wicked Witch of the West
Burned the yellow brick road I held dear
Imagine the Wizard of Oz drained of all its color
No yellow brick road or ruby shoes
That’s what you’ve turned me into
Even the Wizard couldn’t save me
Now I’m wicked…just like you
So, as the Crazy Train hits the last stop
down that long Randy Rhode,
let's gather in the dining car,
put a fork in the War Pig,
and feast on bat heads.
RIP Prince of Darkness.
I, too, have been to the land of Oz,
where everything is
that never was,
where nothing is never
anyone's sole endeavor,
and where whatever is
is never just because.
When I arrived in the land of Oz,
I met a guy who claimed he wasn't who he was.
And neither was he who he'd been.
So, I was very confused when he did begin
to explain why he thought I was his next of kin.
Winky claimed she spent the night with the Wizard of Oz,
who graciously invited her to partake of his noz.
But she declined, saying, “Oh, Mr. Oz!
I can't do that ~ because~
I'll never again be the same as I was.
The way it is it never was
in that funky land we know as Oz,
where girls are girls and boys and boys,
and girls play with their dinky toys
to condemnation or applause.
One day in the Land of Oz,
I got hit in the back of the head by a big bag of fuzz.
And this is the first thing the doctor said,
when I woke up in an Oz hospital bed:
"At least now we know what getting hit in the head by a big bag of fuzz does."
In a cyclone, Dorothy was swept,
To the land of Oz with a dog she kept,
There she killed a wicked witch,
They rejoiced she killed the b*tch,
Then she realised she was lost, she wept.
A good witch gave her a silver shoe,
To go back home, a Wizard has the clue,
So for the warlock, she searched.
A brain-hungry Scarecrow perched,
Near a Tinman who wanted a heart too.
Soon a lion lacking courage she met,
The request to kill a witch made them fret,
The condition to go home,
So the male witch made them roam,
From heads to toes they were drenched with sweat.
The bad witch battered Tinman on a rock,
unstuffed Scarecrow who then stopped to walk,
She then captured the lion,
threatened to jail Dorothy.
Just poured water, the witch died to her shock.
The witch slaves free the lion and others,
The Wizard then free them from their suffers:
The Scarecrow a brain;
others, solved their complain,
The shoe's magic powers she discovers.
Miss Dorothy Gale , European
was forced to learn language Ozian.
Book ‘Wizard of OZ’-
She read from A to Z,
and encountered witty magician.
Just hypnotised by magical wonder
also mesmerised by splendid splendour,
common sense to forego
and IQ turned zero.
In land of OZ she had to wander.
Out of a dusty, destitute, monochrome world,
kindness is a technicolor yellow brick road.
Its pavement winds through perilous forests and fields,
leading to a glittering promise of hope and home.
Making the lengthy journey
requires kindness to others,
and being able to truly be kind
requires certain crucial components.
Kindness needs a heart for compassion,
without which no kind acts would happen.
Kindness needs a brain with empathic wisdom
for knowing how to meet needs of another.
Kindness needs courage for the hazardous times
when being kind is risky, even dangerous.
We need not always walk the path alone.
We meet companions along our journey.
With your heart and brain and courage,
will you walk that golden path with us?
(See also my poems “A Kindness Creed,” “Quantum Acts of Kindness,” and “Get Well Card to Kindness.”)
Close my eyes, home I feel
I cannot be dreaming, dreams aren't this real
Ruby red shoes, three clicks of the heel
I will never forget how they all helped me heal
My friend made of straw and the other Tin steel
Our heroine Dorothy is caught up in a storm,
She looks around as she lands, unbeknown will transform
Children’s dreams in an adventurous way,
With her new friends, let’s say hurray,
Magic shoes travel The Yellow Brick Road, not the norm.
They discovered the Wizard Of Oz was human, a con,
But gave Scarecrow his much wanted brains, wow he won,
The Tin Woodman was given a heart,
Which he wanted from the start,
Cowardly Lion made brave , ruled all beasts under the sun.
Witch East splattered by Dorothy's house landing, she was bad,
Grateful Good Witch North, gives Dorothy magic shoes, Dorothy glad,
Bad Witch West dissolved with water, airfoam,
Good Witch South Glinda, sends Dorothy home,
Click your heels Dot, destination Kansas, a fairy-tale grand.
HEADING – FIRST TWO LINES OF JUDY GARLAND’S SONG
Poetry Competition; Wizard Of Oz Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Date: 2024/11/23
Placed 1st in the contest
Of Dorothy’s Three Friends in Oz
Of the three friends that Dorothy met,
it was Scarecrow who had his heart set
on getting a brain,
but that was insane.
I know folks with no brains as of yet!
It was Tin Man the young girl met next,
and he thought with no heart he’d been hexed.
But he seemed nice to me.
In the real world I see
heartless people who make me so vexed!
Her lion friend thought he was cursed
with no courage, wanting reversed
his scaredy cat ways.
But some folks these days
compared with that cat are the worst.
Dorothy followed the yellow brick road
Trying to get to the wizard's abode
But the wizard had no clue
For no magic he could do
She wished she could turn him into a toad!
There once was Glenda with slippers to share.
Dorothy liked better Prada devil’s pair.
She ducked behind Oz’s curtain
To do what is uncertain,
But the Lion put a crib in his lair.
That wicked old witch made me the Tin Man
Sans a heart, I'm like a rusty tin can
I creak like a screechy hinge
Making my many friends cringe
A spritz of oil keeps me going again
As a child I became frightened and froze,
When I watched where yellow brick road goes.
For the witch in the sky,
Made me quiver and cry,
"Turn it off! I can’t stand her crows!"
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