My friend says that her dog taught her to swim,
one day, she showed me her style at the gym;
at my pool . . . kept sinking down,
oh, it looked like she would drown . . .
the problem was grace 'cause she was NOT slim !
~ to the tune of 'Jingle Bells,' please ~
Tushies slide, what a ride
slipping on the ice
All we need’s a beaming bride
and a few bouquets of rice
Where’s the groom, in his room
with Cinderella’s mice
Stitching up a triple-plus size
for his buxom bride’s bo-som… ooom!
It’s Christmas Eve, and Santa’s drunk
so he can be the preacher
Administer last rites instead of I do’s
come morn, he’s ‘Rudolfo Screecher’
O, Pickle Balls and Paddle Bells
they’re the tunes we croon
When the bride screams, ‘What?’
Spooks begin to strut ~
by the light of a cardboard Moon
O, Pickle Balls and Paddle Bells
the only songs we sing
When the bride cries, ‘Wha hoppened?’
We tell her, Popcorn’s Poppin’ ~
for her wedding meal next June
'Oh WOW, it was ever so cheap,'
she shouted when taking a PEEP.
'This KAYAK is cool.
My MOM is a fool -
at NOON she was sailing a sheep.'
*Bold font was lost when I copied it onto this site, so had to put the palindromes in caps
Rowing on unknown waters,
paddling slow,
down the river, we go.
Following the current
towards the uncertain.
Avoiding the unavoidable
wild waters,
part of the river
we row on.
Watching the endless horizons,
we try to contemplate
the beauty around,
even in the rough river rapids.
Rowing down the river,
under the sun and the storm
we paddle slow.
But, before we can think,
we reach
the end of our journey.
Not far,
we can see the sun
melting with the sea.
It's time for us
to leave our boat.
Tired, we rest
while we look behind
remembering
those unforgettable moments,
shiny and precious
as a diamond
locked forever in our hearts.
Another afternoon of horrid heat.
I need to chill with sweet ice cream.
Homemade, with ripe strawberries.
Hand churned takes time, but it's the best.
My tongue will lick the paddle clean
then I'll put three scoops in a frosted dish.
I'm not greedy but can't resist the temptation.
So worth the wait and all the cranking labor
for such a refreshing dessert!
One last plump berry perched on top.
I'm beginning to drool. It's time to go.
I have to eat quickly, before it melts.
Chop! Chop!
June 21, 2022
Ice Cream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
a river that splits.
shills shriek may be overheard.
adopting my boat
So many chickies walking on the loose
I dribble and drool like a silly old goose
The older I become
The more luscious their bums
Sure would like to jump aboard their caboose
So many chickees walking round on the loose
I dribble and drool like a silly old goose
The older I become
The more luscious their bums
Sure would like to jump aboard their caboose
The pitter-patter of
puppy paws
and wagging tails
by the poolside floor,
the bravest boy
begins his dash
leaps…
splish, splash splash
The next to go took
quite a trip
went for a look
but his puppy paw slipped,
whoopsie-dasie!
now he’s a dogfish
woof!
splash, splish splish
what follows thereafter is
quite the scene
now all he puppies join
the swimming team,
except for one
the smallest in class
a little too nervous
watches
splish, splash splash
The pitter-patter of
doggie steps
as mummy comes along
to give her some pep,
it takes some convincing
the run-up isn’t fast
but with all her strength
jumps…
….
splish, splash splash
Splash Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
June 1st 2020
PADDLE YOUR OWN CANOE
Stand tall, raise high, blame not thy lot,
Tread path swift, find faults naught;
Decisions tough, impediments bountiful, solution yet to be taught,
On crossroads held, crisscross paths, life distraught!
Hold your ground yet firmly tread,
Not a cake walk though, life’s hostile instead;
Exhibit valour, let spirits soar overhead,
Vanquish hurdles, flaunt thy smile, joyous tranquility spread!
Befogged vision, life seems tangled,
Heartbroken defeated when dreams sometimes mangled;
With courage, steadfastness life no more wrangled,
Sing to the tunes of the chiming bells jangled!
Choicest blessings the Divine shall bestow,
If and only if you paddle your own canoe!
Charles lived in a castle
A castle with a moat
Charles had possession
Of a little wooden boat
When he had a day off
Which were far and few
His favourite pastime
Was paddling his own canoe
Around the castle moat
In his royal boat
Clouds turns black,
not plain nor blank
In that dark,
I looked up to the sky
Saw the glittering stars,
Not any out of sight
Noble they all look,
Every tick they spark.
Twinkle, twinkle
They all hail their moon
When in place,
No one cause them to mute
Fashion of their light,
makes me amuse
Even when dim,
Men trust their booth.
Little I have seen,
Take it for a sample
Many hung dreams,
No more hope to handle
Stars that strives in struggles,
Called it hustle
Is it blacks haunting whites,
The road we should paddle?
HAPPY FUNNY PADDLE Baby Boy -
I love my baby
He is nurtured and happy.
He has funny hands
And tiny amazing fingers
He paddles; I feel happy
4/7/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019 ©
P-addle your own canoe,
A-ugust nineteenth Saturday;
U-se your independence,
L-et your weakness fade away.
A-s you paddle your own canoe,
S-how the world that you can;
U-nder the wide blue sky,
N-ever ask help from any man.
C-rossing the running river
I-s your own breakthrough;
O-pen your mind to initiative,
N-ow paddle your own canoe.
So many chickies walking round on the loose
I dribble and drool like a silly old goose
The older I become
The more luscious their bums
Sure would like to jump aboard their caboose
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