There is an advantage
travelling on a corrugated road
From the bumpiness, a body massage
stimulates every lymphatic node
Many slow miles across narrow corrugated potholed tracks
that's the way we had to travel
All these country roads
with the surface constructed out of gravel
Not so good for family car rapidly worn out
before too many miles, made it hard to sell
Now these roads are smooth and sealed
a different story now to tell
.
she left me no
recourse
everything thick
wuz
and inch
every
her patina
az
clean'd
bronze
So sure of her love
She shook me with one flutter
From my cosy groove.
Not a word could I utter,
‘I do’-- was all could stutter.
________________
Tanka (Senryu + couplet) | 11.08.2025 | love, humour
The Day the Earth Shook
Today a place called Haiti,
weighs heavy on my mind.
A small island Country State,
where life has been unkind.
With little shanty houses,
no food to feed the young.
War and unrest through the years,
a trap to be unstrung.
A seven-point earthquake struck,
it rattled this small place.
Shook it to the very core,
it did not miss a trace.
Children died in the rumble,
the death toll yet unknown.
Please pray for the little ones,
and mercy to be shown.
Let's bring them food and water,
so swiftly to their aid.
And call out to survivors,
so they won’t be afraid.
Offer our hands in friendship,
to aid them in their plight.
Hope in the wake of sorrow,
and light to their dark night.
I think God says unto us,
we know what we must do.
When we open up our hearts,
it shows us what is true.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
.
her soft Created stood
front i
she did not smile
no
nor had she thuh frown
there wuz not thuh slight uv
coy either
her peer
steady into mine
weighted with query lasted long enough
for my to recognize
hern connect with
Jehovah
my
her
Almighty God
Shook
You whispered to the brokenness of my sleep
Sweet as though a pillager in a gaseous light
And as I was a castaway by every concoct
The horizon faced me forward once again
There were wars and abstractions
Ugliness and harrowed bearing
As you cooled me in the darkness and let me sleep
Where any tread to turn, you'd not understand
You were my crutches as seeming stolen to love
In luck and blessings and gracious as you were held
So deep the best weight
I took a star and always keep it
Forever you remain, perfection
The cat just shook its head
And covered it with sand, then fled
There is a lesson here to teach
Don’t take a feline to the beach.
A dog, of noble breed, just s**t
And slowly walked away from it
For he was sleek and frisbee fast
And knew the tides erased the past .
The owners of this bathroom crew
Claimed there was nothing they could do
For cats are feral, never tame,
And dogs, alas, they have no shame.
John G. Lawless
©5/12/2022
To learn what love was had to look,
Some weird story up start to cook;
Bottle spin;
Kiss again;
Love fell out when book we shook.
Jim Horn
Elvis Presley high on drugs
with gyrating hips and shrugs
sang many a great song
chubby cheeks, sideburns long
ere guitar strings pulled all plugs.
~08/20/18
~Celebrity limerick contest
by Tania Kitchin
Shook Up When His Hands Had Shock
At Trump's two small hands, we did look;
Were shook up when his hands we shook;
Breath did take;
Mistake make;
Down drain had found us flushing his book.
Only someone with long loose tool,
Would go to a trumped up school;
Head banged,
Then hanged;
Used thin thread dangling from spool.
His head was so light that he could be
hung with thin thread.
Jim Horn
I think about my past
and I hoped that it wouldn't last
but... I have changed people, places, and things
and still things aren't what they seem
looking into my eyes and still wanting to see me hurt just like "Just Cause"
so I still sit in a pause motion
hiding my emotions
took, shook up
with little luck
or is that still my "Mistaking Identity"
still having to show I.D
who would want to be me
Not even me
Suffering in silent
with the rage inside me
Hiding...
Lurking...
waiting...
for the day I will explode
Whole World Has Shook
By me consistently has to be confessed
With writing poems am becoming obsessed
Continually writing them when I can
So easily all of them you could understand.
Things about poems I have discovered
They are always waiting to be uncovered
With words in them all properly placed
And errors either lined out or erased.
Problems with poems seems to have been
Much repetition of ideas again and again
Also same and/or similar words being used
And on occasion some rules being abused.
Do these identical problems appear to be your
Same problems that more than likely occur
When quality of problems probably did overlook
Result was whole earth being shook and shook.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
you got spining
got griming
i look up
lookdown all around
don't know what to do
SHOOK UP OVER YOU
The day the Earth Shook
When Jesus took
Our Suffering and Pain
To Regain, All that was lost…
For everyone… Jesus paid the Price..
Giving of His Life… was the Cost…
For Us All to be cleansed
With His Pure Innocent Blood… Shed
God Raised Jesus from the dead…
Jesus Has Risen…
To Save Us All
From Satan’s Prison’s
By His Blood… we All can be Changed…
Given a choice… to be Born-again…
Or remain the same…
With His Holy Name… given
We All can Claim… All God’s Promises…
New Life… Worth Liven…
With the Day of Victory
Soon… Every eye will See!!!
Our Savior!!! Reign!!!
God’s Merciful Love
For Whosoever Believes
In Jesus Christ! Our Divine King!
Resurrection
I think back now to the man I was,
Before I met my friend,
How different I was,
Altogether an average Joe.
I now sit here a nervous wreck,
Dishevelled and unshaven,
Virtually a recluse,
Keeping interaction to a minimum.
I wonder what he did to me,
How he took my mind,
Took my world,
And left me with these horrors.
We briefly met one wild autumn evening,
He never shook my hand,
But uttered those words,
“Allow me to share with you a different view of the world.”
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