I have endlessly miss us in past best;
Time has eaten up my distant worry,
Do not grow weary of my silly quest.
You miss it too like how dream's forte arrest,
Eyes blur pictures to fulfilling scurry,
I have endlessly miss us in past best.
We had pretended enough unaddressed:
The worth of experiencing such slurry...
Do not grow weary of my silly quest.
How miles to cover left surrey unrest-
Together lost to splendor in surrey,
I have endlessly miss us in past best.
Be smart and good to doubt our plight's request,
With bounded rational score so burry,
Do not grow weary of my silly quest.
We are but insane to the core contest
That chances flavoured, with watery curry...
I have endlessly miss us in past best,
Do not grow weary of my silly quest.
A girl from the county of Surrey
Developed a taste for hot curry.
It spoiled every date
For, sad to relate,
She had to depart in a hurry!
7 June 2022
A Funny Limerick - Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
*Surrey is a county in South East England
It's reality but heart doesn't accept;
Still wishing if you by chance change your mind.
My heart is not in agreement with mind.
Unable to think what was my defect.
Believe me, never wanted to repent.
Its destiny sitting alone to find
what went wrong, you left a letter unsigned
stating can't stay with me, made me upset.
Yet, hoping you'll return soon; you know well
without you I'll be losing interest
to live in complex world; I'm ignorant
of culture, norms; for me it'll be like hell.
I was so much dependent on you for
starting new life; can you not think once more?
The elements of the Wyatt/Surrey sonnet are:
a quatorzain, written with a Petrarchan octave followed by an envelope quatrain ending with a rhyming couplet. ...
it is composed with the volta (non physical gap) or pivot (a shifting or tilting of the main line of thought) sometime after the 2nd quatrain.
Petrarch the poet invented a sonnet
but to himself he kept it secret
Then in England a version came
for Surrey&Wyatt claimed his fame
Long it has been
My tunnel awaits
Long it will be
For me to awake
Darkness numbs
The loud surrey
Kindness keeps warm
I'm reminded not everyday
Secluded from this small world
Smaller it seems
But this too is enough
to bring joy or weep
Like every other sorrow
This tunnel is my morrow
And this too shall pass
With many more to follow
So suddenly settles silence
Suggests strongly stunning smooth so shiny
~a silver surrey sequencing sexy solaced stars~
12/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
There are gaps in the particleboard;
quince wads fill the breaches.
Nicotine newspapers underlay the linoleum.
It's a rented place, he tiptoes
around its yellow layers.
He has a friend he visits on Sunday afternoons.
The walls of her bedsit are paper thin.
She thinks her neighbors scratch on them;
thinks they are writing to her.
She will stand in front of him
naked, eyes closed while they both masturbate.
She wants him to watch her.
She's frightened people will overhear.
This is all the sex she needs; she tells him.
Afterward, they sit side by side
on the small bed reading the tabloids.
Then they walk to a local pub,
sit quietly in a corner, not talking,
holding hands until closing time.
She becomes a missing person.
He scans headlines, obituary columns,
classified ads.
Her parents live in Surrey,
that's all he knows.
On the other side of the city,
he lands a job with a room in a hotel.
He stops looking for her.
His new room is narrow, clean and white.
He stops smoking;
remembers the silence
once shared.
Quince wads pack gaps in particleboard.
Yellow newspapers underlay linoleum.
The apartment is a nicotine
an atlas of a blotched sky
can be read on the ceiling.
He has a friend that he visits once a week;
she will stand in front of him to masturbate.
Her apartment walls are paper thin. She tells him
that at night her neighbors scratch on them;
she thinks they are writing to her.
Later they go out to a small pub,
sit quietly in a corner
holding hands until closing time.
One day she is not there.
He scans the headlines, obituary columns,
the classified ads --- there is no news.
Weeks pass. Her parents live in Surrey,
he can't find them in the phone book.
He stops looking for the lost.
MY SOLEMN TRUST LYRICALLY MUSICALLY LOVE YOU MUCH---
Shall I tell you that I love you. I do;
And shall I ever tell it to the world;
Ever so loving and adoring you;
That I'm passionate and adore you girl;
And what manner of love is this my love;
I've written many poems and writes sole;
Candid floral essences of grandeur calls;
windblown spirituals breathing in my soul'
I haven't forgotten my plead nor pledge;
Never ending love shall I encompass?
Must I be keeping my emotions on the edge?
Sound play the sounds of Cupid's trumpet;
As I join the surrey I love much;
Lyrically music, my solemn trust;
12/19/18
How uncomfortable I was, sun beating down,
wished I was back home in Esher,
I didn't have to kill anyone in Surrey,
now life and death, always in a hurry.
It was what I was paid for, King and country,
with all this gear on, so damn heavy;
some sort of pillbox ahead, giving trouble,
remembered my commander: 'At the double.'
Then one of us was down, poor devil,
do I just leave him there in the sand?
No, I can't do that, I'm up towards him,
my chances are poor, life expectancy grim.
Drag back, nearly there, then the sting,
in the shoulder, damn, it really hurt,
pushed comrade into cover, over a ridge,
then there coming, other side of the bridge.
My mother was told about the son she adored,
unfortunately, I wouldn't be around to collect the award.
Damn you, cursed covered bridge,
Damn your easy way,
Damn your timbers strong and high
That let her slip away!
Opposed by torrent moat she was
Compelled to wait and try.
But no! You let her ride across
And keep her corset dry!
Within her surrey black and sleek,
By dappled stallion drawn,
You let her pass without dispute;
Satanic stilted spawn!
We quarreled once or twice ‘tis true
But now she’s gone for good.
I’ve half a mind to strike a fire
And torch your rotting wood!
3rd Place
"Covered Bridge" Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
For the "Covered Bridge" Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Kieran is a former pupil of Beath High,
In the region of Fife, a Scottish pride,
He attended a sports day hosted by,
Disability Sport Fife, boccia to be bride.
Born on 21st July 1995, Crossgates,
He works extremely hard each day,
In home exercises, in gym weights,
In hydro and also in physiotherapy.
He went onto a sports programme,
Which was world class: consistency;
To develop his skill and his gram,
So he became in the world high.
In 2013 he won the Euros, Portugal,
And in 2015 he won silver, Surrey;
An HND from Fife College did call,
And he did study Radio for his lay.
there was a young girl from Surrey
whose love life was all of a hurry
so went for sex advice
from a madam of vice
now can tease and tempt without worry
she has learnt the art of foreplay
hope he has the libido to stay
her tweaking and kisses
sure has no misses
has a smile on his face all day
his friends ask was it more than a kiss
said he can't disclose what it is
that has made his day
in a wonderful way
said his trembles and thrills were just bliss
penned Nov 3 2015
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
Wast penned by The Bard of Avon of course!
Richard's steed Surrey lay dead
Slain by a crossbow 'tis said
Dick pled for another 'til he was hoarse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
(Not for the contest)
A woman seeks all that leaves her distraught
In pursuit of extrinsic desires anew
From a dead end grave startled she wakes
Within her eyes fate appeared to be taut
Thoughts delivered warnings in queue
Though on occasion rare she’d have spaked
Along the village nimble she scurried
In the passenger seat of a surrey
Engaged in the act never was she caught
Many a men’s heart she had toiled
Indefinite tribulation it had brought
Often formulas had been foiled
‘Tis not what she had sought
Forsaken eminence to be spoiled
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