Short Ling Poems
Short Ling Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ling by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ling by length and keyword.
Daffodil of your eye, hiraeth cried
Coracle of streamlines
Pili palas on your head
Twelve dwts cwtch buwch goch gota
A great cook is one who wears blinkers
With recipes one never tinkers
There are a few
Who dare and do
But results are usually stinkers
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While we are old and spindling;
Trump did become a ding a ling
He set the pace,
For a basket case
Thinks of all is master and king.
Jim Horn
Grasped in the fish monger’s fingers
The lingering ling cod now lingers
Knowing in the fingers of the fish monger
A ling cod will linger no longer
Trump Truly A Ding A Ling
Something about Trump seems so saddening;
World he has created that will be maddening;
Had to ask it,
Case in basket,
While being a ding a ling we were imagining.
Jim Horn
There was once a guy named Ling
Who liked to flip and sometimes sing
But he couldn't hold a note
And sounded like a billy goat
Folk in town didn't want to hear a thing
4-8-17
Alexis Y.
An eternal optimist I am, one day closer to spring
Hey, it ain't a lie, always look on the bright side of things
Could be a lot worse
Could be riding in a hearse
Little things count like the sound in your pocket of ching-a-ling
The world is full of ding-a-lings, are you sure you're not one
A self assessment will tell you, do you sometimes come undone
Do you get that uncontrollable urge
A feeling to strip naked emerge
If you think you're a prime candidate, better see a shrink on the run
© Jack Ellison 2015
My dear Xiao Ling .
The road awaits, it doth sing .
OH ! to spend this day with you – such pleasure !!!,
for me, it would be, what a wonderful treasure !!!
Harrison, patiently awaits our coming.
Acers of many coloured Tulips, beckoning.
The skies of soft Salvador Dali, blue,
waiting to shine down upon me and you.
B. J. “A” 2
April 18th 2014
XIAO LING
You are a Beautiful Mystery, I would love to solve.
You are a Secretive Soul, I want to know, your secrets.
I want to unlock, unravel, open the doors.
I want to dance with your skeletons.
I want to lay with your ghosts.
I would love to be your facilitator,
the expediter of your precious dreams,
be able to make them all come true,
be your Dream !
B. J. "A" 2
MARCH 30th 2011
Ho. Ho. Ho. Here we go,
blow off the calendar
for show.
Racy red, glazy green
and bright white
blaze into sight.
Hell's bells, boredom tells.
Yuletide pride takes a ride,
while leaves on trees
as yet yearn to turn
and Turkey Lurkey is still
wheezing in the freezer.
Save your sales
for a later date;
in return, you may earn
more green
than you've ever seen.
Cha Ching!
Ho. Ho. Ho. Here we go,
blow off the calendar
for show.
Racy red, glazy green
and bright white
blaze into sight.
Hell's bells, boredom tells.
Yuletide pride takes a ride,
while leaves on trees
as yet yearn to turn
and Turkey Lurkey is still
wheezing in the freezer.
Save your sales
for a later date;
in return, you may earn
more green
than you've ever seen.
Cha Ching!
XIAO LING
My Fading Sun Shine
Clouds silently slipped in on the bright spot,
those last beautiful moments, with you , I got.
Now I sit in reflection, in gloom,
in my four cornered room.
It happened and your send off was in a shower of tear
drops, sentiments that represent all that I fear.
Fear that, with me, never again will you be near,
except that is, in all the memories I hold so dear.
B. J. "A" 2
December 14th 2010