Short Ninety Eight Poems

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Premium Member Love Potion Vendor

A vendor of proven love potions
never gives into emotions
Told:  I need a soul mate!
He quips: Twelve ninety—eight!
I also sell draft beer and lotions

2/2/22
Form: Limerick


Premium Member renegade honeysuckle trees

Honeysuckles commandeered my yard
Ten in a row, watching this old bard
They grow renegade, their roots are super deep.
Providing shade for my red ninety-eight Jeep.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Nurses

Need  some medical care?
 Nurses will care  for you
 Needles for injections
 Next the thermometer
 Need to check for fever
 Ninety eight point six?..good
 Now do you feel better?

4/29/17
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member September Tenth

How deep
The Rio Hondo?
Mopan, Sarstoon
They flow... deep as gratitude
Deep as our forefather's breath
Fighting on to victory
September Tenth, of
Seventeen Ninety-Eight,
Please remember.

*
Form: Verse

Premium Member Autumn's Broke in Texas

A squirrel in autumn hollered, “Dang!
This heat’s got my tail in a tang.
It’s ninety-eight degrees, y’all~
that ain’t autumn, not at all!
Where’s sweata weather in Texas?” he did pang.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Mh17-298

Another atrocity, just where does it end Two hundred and ninety eight people in plummeting send Flying to wherever, it doesn't matter where They were all entitled, simply to get there .
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Other One and a Half Percent of the Time

I do not slither quietly under rocks
Unassuming and older, sure
Those who misjudge me
Rarely do it a second time

I am flexible, pliable, eager to please
Ninety-eight and half percent of the time
It is the other one and a half percent
That surprises you, sometimes taking a bite.

Premium Member Guess Who I Am

I can grow thirteen feet long if I want
I stay in the Amazon where I love to hunt
I am the biggest crocodilian in the present day
Yes, I am a black caiman, slithering in the fray
One woman guessed I was a blue whale, a silly guess.
The only blue whale I know is ninety-eight feet long; I call her Tess.

Premium Member Encounter With Murder of Crows

I can grow thirteen feet long if I want
I stay in the Amazon where I love to hunt
I am the biggest crocodilian in the present day
Yes, I am a black caiman, slithering in the fray
One woman guessed I was a blue whale, a silly guess.
The only blue whale I know is ninety-eight feet long; I call her Tess.

Premium Member I Have the Best Snout In the Sea

I can grow thirteen feet long if I want
I stay in the Amazon where I love to hunt
I am the biggest crocodilian in the present day
Yes, I am a black caiman, slithering in the fray
One woman guessed I was a blue whale, a silly guess.
The only blue whale I know is ninety-eight feet long; I call her Tess.

Premium Member Ninety Eight

She died at ninety eight
She knew a time for misery
Hard times and hard work
For pain and suffering
And yes even agony

It all seemed endless
And then it did

There came a time
For freed spirits
Quietened cries
And answered prayers
There finally came
A time for peace


AP: Honorable Mention 2022

The Drive

One must ascend approximately
Ninety-eight hewn stone stairs
To reach the hell that is
Forgetting what it means
To live at the bottom of the hill
Or one may forgo this education
And travel swiftly up and down
By automobile
Naming this purgatory life
And eternal bliss a television
Viewed from a leather couch
Artfully turned away from the window
© Aron Jacob  Create an image from this poem.

No Isolated Cell Please

Jerry Sandusky
will serve well as a boy-toy
for a prison gang

An eye for an eye...
He'll receive rather than give
the next thirty years

Ninety-eight years old
when his wrinkled ass gets out
Bet it will be sore...

***Any parent or would be parent who does not know who this man is would do well to look him up on the internet or just watch the news...
Form: Senryu

Ninety-Eight Point Six

Ninety-eight point six is normal
In a human being,
Not though, on thermometers
Outdoors, which we’ve been seeing.

In people, anything above
Is fever, meaning sick,
But weather-wise, such numbers
Translate into one word – ick!

I much prefer the days in fall
Or wintertime instead,
When if my body matched 
The temps outside, I would be dead.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member 23 and Me

My Ancestors slogged in Scottish bogs
Washing wool for the textile folds
And dancing with the spinning jenny’s
Apparently, there were some English blokes 
That I can count among my folks
Well what do you know and what was the chance
Someone hailed from Normandy France
Add to these a lady of the Peloponnese
And this makes up ninety eight percent of me
Form: Rhyme

Heat Wave

It's ninety eight degrees
in Jersey,
your hug felt limp, 
sweaty,
and forced,
like the old air conditioner
that creaked to life
when you made us coffee,
looking into my eyes,
just to show
you could be sober,
at least for a New York minute,
letting me know
a happy future wasn't an option
and love was only real in movies,
but at least
you made me laugh.

Premium Member Ole - Bawdy Limerick

Olé Our nympho neighbour called Lucille Yodels after sex, how she'd squeal My poor husband Paul Just bangs on the wall As paper thin walls aren't ideal! Lu’s bonking for hour upon hour Just pausing to grab a quick shower Though she’s aged ninety eight Lucille’s sex life is great - Young lovers have got staying power! 01/28/21
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Blue Whale House

I purchased a skeleton of a blue whale
to frame my new house, down in the vale.
Those whales grow as long as ninety-eight feet
had to purchase few extra feet from my neighbor Pete.

My whale house resides partly in his yard too
People ask me what kind of whale she was, I tell them blue.
Good thing Pete and I get along horribly and wonderfully fine
Because I am still five feet over our new agreed-upon line.
Form: Rhyme

Tall and Sweet

My youngest son is twenty two; he stands at six foot three.
I went shopping the other day and saw some soft toys for ninety eight p.
I took one look and picked them up, two of them so sweet and cud-de-ly.
To give to great nieces and nephews, from their favourite great aunty.
My son saw one, “that’s sweet” he said “have you bought that for me?”
The soft sweet polar bear now resides by his side, for all on face book to see.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Punitive Harm study '

1932 till 1972...Public Health Services put
Black males in a study, that much is true.'
Imperitive was that the course be run up
To death, then autopsy no true medical help to be given under tavel of moon or sun
The incentive for participents.? Free hospital cover, and funerals paid.' In Tuskagee Alabama, was the place it was out-played.' Fast forward to 2020 what real
Difference in advice and care did we observe? After ninety eight years..I"m asking.! What about you.?

Premium Member Nora Tries To Secretly Graduate

Nora told no one of her plan.
She had been secretly attending college for four years.
She did not expect to see anybody there except her friend Sug.
Sug could not keep a secret. She had told the press.
When Nora walked across the stage she heard “There’s grandma!”
The audience had been told to hold their applause.
Her relatives could not do it; there were tons of them.
The entire audience seemed to cheer for her.
At ninety-eight-years young, Nora felt like a celebrity.

A Luxury

Today was ninety-eight degrees;
At least that’s how it felt.
I’m shocked that I am still intact;
I thought that I would melt.

But I would take this kind of heat
For months, all in a row,
Instead of what was perfect weather
Twelve short years ago.

For from those bright blue skies above
The world came crashing down,
Releasing so much sorrow
In its tears we all could drown.

Complaining is a luxury
When there’s no glaring threat
And I feel fortunate to whine
About a little sweat.
Form: Rhyme

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