Short Craze Poems
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Craze crafts cheer
Dance dream dear
Bright blooms blush
Reach real rush
Leon Enriquez
14 July 2018
Singapore
Avocados are the latest craze right now
Is it marketing or taste that makes us go wow
Wanting to chow down
In tune with the town
But from this day forward my taste buds say ciao
I went to the doctor for a sharp pain,
I couldn't walk straight without my trusty cane,
while the doctor poked around
I danced to some old Motown...
Hey, I'm standing straight - this jacket's insane!
In your heart
All is temporary
Or permanent.
If you fall, I fall
Let us go down
Like waterfall.
People will love
Color black after
White disappointment.
Before I wait
The one I love
I wait you to love me.
A Craze To Give God Praise
Am currently reading Crazy Christians
by Bishop Michael B. Curry.
What we currently have is a craze;
Worship God and give Him praise;
With each fraction,
Of our action,
We have completed in many ways.
Jim Horn
Cozy craze calls
Art answers all
Airy act airs
Feel funny flair
Toilsome tale tells
Splice succinct spell
Cream cozy craze
Mull misty maze
Poke pretty pen
Thrill touching ten
Leon Enriquez
14 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
I’d never seen a Fox Trot
nor a Jittery Bug
Though whenever I’d Twist
in agony I’d Shout
But when a Hully became a Gully
and Monsters like Potatoes were Mashed
This Jerk got on his Pony ~
and Loco Motioned those Stoned Phonies
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come
their colors vibrant in sun rays.
In the blooming epoch of days,
there are no rules when nature plays.
Where on earth are these lovelies from?
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come!
The whole nation
is doing a new dance craze,
you just have to stand up,
wiggle and scratch,
and do a whole lot of shaking…
thanks to a teen named Patti,
who was listening to music
at a picnic,
accidentally sitting in
a fire ant hill,
and got them in her britches,
the whole gang saw her,
stood up, and quickly mimicked!
There is a comic known as Don Rickles
Whose withering wit our ribs he tickles
Some people take great offense
When skewered at their expense
Leaving them as dour as sour dill pickles
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 3 in PD's "Pickles & Tickles Limerick Craze" Contest - November 2010
Money, money, money
Give me a penny,
I’ll stash it, I’ll hide it,
And guard it like treasure.
In his belly, a hunger
That can’t be fulfilled,
For gold and for riches
His greed is unmatched.
He pockets the profits,
The worker gives his all,
But when it’s time to pay,
The boss is long gone.
No thought for the world,
Just riches to keep,
He’ll chase every dollar
And never lose sleep.
I am consumed by you.
As your beautiful eyes devour my thoughts,
I wish only to be the bounty
From which you feast.
I tremble as I imaging your strong hands
Gently caressing my soul,
For it is their touch which yields my faith.
A single breath from your lips
As you softly exhale my name
Gives life to my passions.
As my fantasy becomes reality
I know that I have spent my life
Awaiting this one moment in time.
Is this love… or OBSESSION?
The bold horizon burned and died
cold in my eyes as I turned aside
on the road to nowhere
taking it slow
making it easy
in no hurry to go
I'm taking my time
for I never felt the need
to heed the latest mad fad
or follow the current day's craze
yet I don't fret or sweat
the small stuff
but I did learn
soon enough
the tide will turn
and the seventh wave
tho' said and done
is not always
the largest one
Horny Lizard Music
I “Slap Uh the bass”
Gosh darn...
Lizard Brain...
Cold Blooded?
What the heck???
A Speck of Dust in the Eardrum
Humm...
Strum, strum, strum away...
Echo Location
Whale, Monkey, Eagle, Lizard, Dragon, Snake, Bear, Wolf, Pig, Dawg, and “Mouse”
This is a crazy thing to talk about
NOT in MY house...
Just saying
Pick up that bass and go back to “slaying”
Hey...
Is for Horses???
NOT for kids...
At Life’s Early Phase,
Your feet on trembling base,
It is Evil that pays
And its music that plays …
At life’s Incipient Stage,
When one isn’t of Age,
Vice A Thousand Kilos weighs
Not what The Bishop says …
And at vice Youths intently gaze,
Not at Virtues’ Sublime Rays;
Wrongs rejecting with “Sickly Nays”;
Not much from Life-Changing Sundays!
The whole picture asserts ‘A Craze’,
In sincere circles denied a half praise …
It is in youths habitual
To be shakily spiritual.