I know a young lady, her name is Kim
Whenever I see her, she makes my heart grin
They call her a doctor but to me she's a friend
Whatever my ailment she knows how to mend
With every new visit, my symptoms take flight
She knows how to soothe me to remedy my plight
After all these decades finally found a new doc
Who makes me feel comfortable wearing just socks
('twas I just wearing socks... not the doc)
I'll gladly recommend her to everyone I know
My resistance to doctors I sure did outgrow
So next time I'm fevered or feeling some pain
Even though quite minor like a bump or a sprain
I'll make an appointment and really toute suite
Visiting Doctor Kimberly is surely a treat
She'll fix me up quickly she'll fix me up fine
Three cheers for Kimberly this new doc of mine
One Nigeria, my country
I want to talk about the diversity
Do you know about her beauty?
Please don't make it filthy
Let's take up an activity
And show how much we love the country
Nigeria no disaster
Oh God listen to our prayer
Please take this country higher
And make it *much* better
People think we are *in* danger
Not knowing we are truly wiser
Oh God take us higher
And answer our prayers
People say we complain
Not knowing we are plain
Then back in the rain
We worked with pain
On the hand the chain
When they used whip to cane
Feels like we may go insane
Oh God stop the pain
Now am dreaming again
Seeing Nigeria rewarded with gain
Nigerians don't abandon your culture
To make us greater in the future
Our heritage Nigeria to nuture
Through the fire we can still come forth pure
Victories of our great past still in our brain
And we cannot forget the pain
When the whips caused the sprain
May our prayers not be in vain
Though I cannot explain
Why Nigerians are still in pain
And when can we see the gain
Of all they have done becoming vain
Everyday cry and pain
With crime and sprain
Nigeria show what you got
And don't leave a dot.
when there was pain
has been driving me insane
was hit in fast lane
a small sprain or strain
yelled with words which were profane
pain still does remain
I know a young lady, her name is Lynn
Whenever I see her, she makes my heart grin
They call her a doctor, but to me she's a friend
Whatever my ailment she knows how to mend
With every new visit, my symptoms take flight
She knows how to soothe me, to remedy my plight
After all these decades, finally found a new doc
Who makes me feel comfortable wearing just socks
I'll gladly recommend her to everyone I know
My resistance to doctors I sure did outgrow
So next time I'm fevered or feeling some pain
Even though quite minor like a bump or a sprain
I'll make an appointment and really toute suite
Visiting Doctor Lynn is surely a treat
She'll fix me up quickly, she'll fix me up fine
Three cheers for Doctor Lynn, this new doc of mine
Sloth’s Steaming Sin
Sluggishness slitters solely straightforward
Sedentary survival styles scold, strain
Self-centeredness - sloth’s shinning standard
Squandering silvers… spiritual sprain
July 21,2022 11.31pm
PS Syllable Counter
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 40
Proverbs 19:15
Slothfulness casts into a deep sleep, and an idle person will suffer hunger.
Sin of Sloth
Contest Judged: 8/2/2022 3:20:00 PM
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Place 1 (one of the 8 first placers)
Nothing so delights as a mother and child
Interacting together, oblivious to all around,
Completely engrossed in each other’s charms
Illustrating a special filial love so undefiled.
One sees this grand relationship at a playground
Accompanied by shrieks of glee and laughter
Unlike any other human interaction, I hear,
Sounds of pure joy, memories for long after.
Children come racing into their mothers’ arms
Sometimes with a skinned-up knee or a sprain
And only mother can make everything okay,
Afternoon at the park makes for a perfect day.
Written July 16, 2022
short drizzle of rain
splash window and grain
cleaning
flowers gleam post drain
clouds' gathered again
venting
rumble roused the sprain
shake hard the terrain
stirring
vibrant smidgen sward
not pleasant toward
softy
daffodils were oared
glossiest bright ward
lovely.
worker bees discord
care for hive concord
duty
1st PLACE CONTEST WINNER
The Lay is a very old French form of poetry. Its format is fairly simple:
9 lines per stanza, with a rhyming scheme of AAB AAB AAB and a syllable count pattern of 552 552 552.
Written: March 17, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND 1091 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
~ Limerick Style ~
At an age when most men are watching their stomachs grow
Tom Brady had second thoughts about hanging up his cleats, and so
He simply unretired
And instantly inspired
Legions of balding, middle-aged men to chuck a few passes
~ and sprain their right elbow
_______________________________________________________
Tom Brady is the Greatest American football quarterback of all-time.
He has led his teams to a record 7 Super Bowl Championships. Last
month, at age 44, he came within a couple of whiskers of doing it again.
He's also tall, dark and handsome; married to super-model, Gisele
Bundchen; and has a brilliant future in whatever arena he chooses
to enter -- after he wins another Super Bowl next February, that is!
A slippery stride there always is,
Where right and wrong confounding meet;
And one for the other you'll mistake,
Try hard as you may to be discreet.
The former fogged by doubts,
You'll betimes sprain for trifling sense;
And the latter's guise lamb-skinned
Often sits upon the dazzling fence.
Titanic ills spring someplace betwixt
Ages' two polar extremes above:
One akin to the other bemusing looms,
The darker winged like virgin dove.
The lighter-hued unassuming chaste,
Bestows fastest sprinters to odd ease
Her more outgoing nemesis affords;
Bartering quickest kudos for priciest peace.
I spent my day shopping with Ruby
I find her an absolute pain
We walked into a chain store
And she bumped into an old flame.
Wayne was a chatter box from Spain
He followed Ruby around the store
And jumbled up my name
That really got my goat, and drove me insane.
Ruby ran from lane to lane exclaiming his name
She bumped into a trolley and her foot had a sprain
With support from the old flame and me
The whole day turned out to be a drain.
She insisted she carry on shopping
As she said there was no one to blame
We grew tired of being her crutch
This was going to be a long day, what a shame.
In the beginning this boat was bare,
Greenest with infant's sinless stare;
Before soles more selfish than sane
Had trodden its dreary derelict main.
First to blacken its still-tiptop form
Were kith and kin as is sin's norm;
For if brother Cain won't Abel kill,
Which other bloodier maniac will?
Then hopped wild neighbors' feet
Onto this boat's floor sterile neat;
And like schythes thrust to the hilts,
Hurt this bud that yet writhing wilts.
Nor were classmates' limbs and toes
Any kinder to this vessel's prior woes;
Hasty to sprain its ingenuous naiveté,
Sterner kilning did than fire dealt clay.
There finally was that first-ever flame,
Wooled to the wrist like a mild dame;
Which vulpine swill in flannels guised
Took I, and at last this boat capsized!
A sweet autumn breeze whistles through the air,
Do you really have to ask?
Of course, I'll go outside today,
you rarely ever want to play!
I sprain my knee,
You never care,
It isn't fair.
You help me up,
You do care.
It is fair!
We laugh, we play, we run,
It's really lots of fun!
Then your other friends come by, you tell me to go away.
I'm devastated, heartbroken you could say,
And yet I hope, I dream, I wait,
For another fateful autumn day, When you will finally, finally, again ask me to play!
Pop and a crackle
A dreadful noise you hear
When ya leap off the bike
Onto the pavement below
As the pain begins to settle
While the wheel slowly spun.
Aching and groaning
Crying and whining
Hyperventilating and panicing
These thoughts rushed through my mind.
Was I gonna be alright?
Was my foot broken?
Will I ever work
After this dreadful situation?
All wrapped up and iced
I elevate to keep it circulated
Pain throbbing as the swelling rose
Thumping and bopping like a drum.
At least it wasn't severe
It was a baby sprain
That hurt like getting hit
Straight in the face.
Now I sit in my room
Healing up as best I can
Improving each day
So I may walk like a human
Without limping like a zombie.
I learned a lesson that day
Never go out with a bike
With a faulty right brake
Unless you want to bail
Ending up with a sprained foot
And riding your way to the doctor.
Heart robbers
Chasing after fine brothers,
Prior to a valentine arrival,
This elfin figure had no rival.
Hobgoblins are hobnobbing again
Playing games for a heart to sprain
Plastic surgeons with harpoons and weapons
To bludgeon emotions for coupons, sine qua non.
But this gossamer heart’s gone to bed, futon anon!
Heart robbers,
Costumed as fine brothers.
Examinations is like a blain –
It is like a teacher with a cane;
Rules and decrees do clearly lain
To discourage us purpose main.
We are made scared and wane
Many a times makes us insane
Brain is trained by it to strain.
Exams are, for students, like sprain
In which they are controlled by rein.
But, few say exams make us crane
Which make us see out future pane.
Those suffered with zero only complain
That they had been disfavoured cocaine.
To get through it we need good arcane
Which many failures ready to abstain.
Can students have a nice campaign
To refer the exams a challenge plain?
Let’s use it as a tool success to attain
And not complain against it again.
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