Short Fifty Poems
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fine lines appear upon her face
intricate in their design
from reflection's view she sees
time has captured her
youth has faded away...
A racy new book I have found
Once started I couldn’t put down
There were 50 they say
In all shades of grey
The sexiest man pound for pound
Boldly stepping out of the forties
Got my tude on and wearing my hat
Head held high, nose in the air
Look up!, look out, fifties everywhere
I asked my heart
Do you love her?
He says love, help, and save her.
My mind wonders!
After all that!!
All that were fifty-fifty
My heart replied.
They stayed within the city walls
In one accord,& each for all,
Pending the Holy Spirit's call-
Wind and fire fell from above
Filling them ,with gifts,& love.
True for the virtue ~ middle aged have the freedom to be themselves
16.04.2017
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Mud between my toes.
My nine-year-old-boy my husband sings.
We have been together fifty years.
Have I taught him nothing?
Nine-year-old girls get dirty too.
Duh!
I was really happy seeing fifty bucks on a street
But when I picked it up and put it in my pocket I felt sad
I realized somebody has lost their temper looking for it
I gave this lovely lady a wink,
she smiled brightly and my heart did sink,
but while we were talking
my heart did start walking...
strange lady loved sick, perverted kink!
Looked in the mirror and what did I see
A very svelte image but only half of me
Minus fifty pounds
Joyous happy sounds
Emanate from my bottom as I run for a pee
Trump is maintaining a frenetic pace
leaving the world in a daze
I don’t agree with everything he’s done
but I fully support the need to do it
Fifty Nine New Stars in Vegas Sky
Saw fifty nine new stars in Vegas sky;
They are a new part of God's supply;
Loved so much;
Thrilled to touch;
All went to heaven after they did die.
James Horn
I'm fifty percent married if you know what I mean
Glued to her computer sure tarnishes the sheen
For better or worse
Didn't account for this curse
Kiss in the morning, then off to her machine
Holy Crap, going to be fifty degrees today
Can't believe it, something is out of whack, I say
The buds are stirring
Warm winds are whirring
Quite delusional, maybe bumped my head in the night, eh
We raise our glasses while waving the black flag
to friends sailing through the mid-century drag.
When embracing Kathy and Ginny
we will concede to know the skinny
since passions rise steady while body parts sag.
There once was a black hip named Kool
who kept fifty two bags of wool:
Black from the master,
blond from his sister
and gray from now fifty bald ghouls.
27 April 2015
Limerick Contest
Sponsor : Jan Allison
Sunday's my fun day
Late to work Monday
Tuesday's a food day
Pay the price Wednesday
Thursday's for shopping
On Friday, no stopping
Saturday, I rest
A whole week to digest
Noses can remember over fifty thousand scents
Only one makes our noses scream “open the vents!!!”
Unpleasant doesn't say it
A gasp for air we transmit
Ya got three guess, okay a hint, causes fruit to ferment
Lift a ten pound bag of potatoes over your head
Next lift a twenty pound bag over your head instead
Finally a fifty pound bag
You performed like a stag
Finally put one potato in each bag you'll probably dread
"Fifty ways to leave your lover"
is such a sad song to sing
fifty ways to break her heart
too many ways to create misery
you wish you knew a better way
I love five/ a new five letter word Acrostic Contest.
Host: Andrea Dietrich
who can take a little round
a postal moment set afire
who can separate and define
the movements in our minds?
who can ease you when you walk
miles around around around
and look again for what is gone
forever
now
fifty years
Form:
Mick and Paddy got steaming drunk
And off to the toilet they slunk
Poor Paddy was sick
So was his friend Mick
‘Bejeezus’ the bathroom it stunk!
Not for contest - Happy St Patrick's Day folks
03~17~17
Limerick: A hundred years ago, nay, fifty
A hundred years ago, nay, fifty
Who dared prod the female anatomy
Now men ride rough shod
On toll-free wide road
Ere steam-roller dries tar in a jiffy!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
fifty-two pick up
a game Dad taught us
picking up all cards
hearts diamonds clubs spades
ace of spades right here
Bonnie an ace
there’s a card there
they’re all over
picking up cards
me and sis
Dad dropped them
now we know
picking
up is
fun
My wife read Fifty Shades last week
It’s gone right to ‘er ‘ead
Now I lies in trepidation
Every time I goes to bed
Just yesterday she came in nude
And chained me up, real tight
She snapped the lock, put on her frock
Then buggered off all night