24.
Sour Tweet
Aloft where challenging gray sheet & proud minds meet
Silence envelops air but robins hum so sweet
In seats all uniformed seem petrified
Mr. Serious conquered everyone's pride
“Til lonesome breaks by non-bird, human farts sour tweet.
-01/12/2007
(Dumarao)
*Topsy-Turvy Limerick Ironic
tweet morning vist
brings me a smile ~
i am whole again
AP: 3rd place 2025
Nature presents canary tweet
Sweet rhythm greets with hopeful beat
Cheering God's grace* now
For sure, it’s a wow…
Midst melody of freedom treat.
*1 Peter 5:10 - But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.
June 12, 2025
3rd place, "Out on a Lim" Animal Limerick Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 6/14/2025
I was sipping tea, so calm, so sweet,
Charts were clean, no sign of heat.
NY session, chill as can be,
Then—BOOM!—the news comes straight for me:
“Trump is back, and he's not done—
More tariffs, more drama, more Twitter fun!”
He taxed China, slapped their goods,
Markets flipped—I lost my “shoulds.”
Steel from Canada? Hit with a fee,
Even Mexico got no trading glee.
The EU cried, “C’mon, that’s rough!”
But Trump said, “We’re playing tough!”
Aluminum, cars, tech and trade—
One tweet from him, and pips get slayed.
My EUR/USD took a nosedive trip,
I watched my SL… then lost my grip.
I yelled, “NOT AGAIN! Not this chart!”
Trump’s tweet just ripped my setup apart.
But I’m a trader—I wipe my tears,
Been dancing with markets for 5 long years.
I suited up, with sniper glare,
Revenge is pips—I scalped with flair.
So when Trump tweets and markets spin,
I don’t panic—I dive right in.
A little chaos? That’s my jam,
I’ll milk that news—thank you, fam!
Lesson learned: in this trading game,
Even Trump can bring you fame.
If you play it smart, catch that spike—
You’ll turn his tweets into profit-like.
A Tweet from afar
A tweet from afar
Strikes a chord
Echoing now
Stirring the pot
With the wails
Fanning the flames
A vacuum is come
A dent is done
Making yesterday’s pain
An unwilling tale
when we took a tour
each one there was a juror
were less and fewer
had been hard to beat
according to latest tweet
they will have cold feet
what you always knew
targets were of high value
destroy must do
even when afraid
budget was prepared and made
we will need their aid
valley monument
where we went to and were sent
way there need a hint
you should see each nail
like a fool would look frail
then had become pale
The treasure of moment for some.
A tweety bird suit on the one.
The cat caught in gaff.
She’s caged in my laugh.
My sis in the pool lands on tum.
For a couple of weeks
the phone calls and cards
expressed sympathies
As suddenly as death itself
they stopped
For the next year or so
things reminded me of her
A favorite song on the radio
Someone would cook a dish she liked
Now I only remember her twice a year
On her birthday I tweet she would’ve been 104
Happy Birthday in Heaven mother
do they have birthdays in Heaven
On the anniversary of her death
I post how I miss her
quickly scrolling to the next newsfeed
Oh look… tiny goats.
What Would Jesus Tweet?
By Mark D. Stucky
What if Jesus joined
social media sites?
Would he ask people
to Friend and Follow him?
Would they then tweet,
“Oh, how I Like Jesus”?
Would some Unfollow him
if he loved the marginalized
(as he did in the Gospels)?
Would he chastise churches
for lacking love and wisdom
(as he did in Revelation)?
Would he ever post,
“Dad, bless America”?
Would we be uneasy asking,
“What would Jesus tweet?”
(First published in Agape Review, 23 April 2022. See also my poem “Tweeting the Truth in Love.”)
(Image by Souvik Banerjee on Unsplash.com.)
Summer bird house with a tweet tweet tweet
Run by cardinals and chickadees, both too sweet
Is a hotel for the harried, the hurried and the healthy.
Every bird is welcome whether poor, indigent or wealthy.
I was taking out my trash can
When I thought I saw a worm
But I realized it was a caterpillar
When the thing began to squirm
It crawled across the cobblestone
And made its way onto the grass
But when my puppy went to do his thing
It wound up on its a...
My puppy tried to get it off
By rolling in the dirt
He rolled so fast, came off his a...
And it landed on my shirt
It crawled onto my collar
Then, it crawled into my hair
So, I shuck my head and flung it off
And it flew into the air
A bird upon my roof-top
Caught the 'pillar in mid-flight
And fed it to his chickadees
Before they tweeted... a sweet Good Night!
Metrical Tale Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
1/4/2023
Peek-A-Bird, Peek-A-Bird, Peek-A-Bird Tweet!
Jumping off the nuts, landing on its feet.
Peeks through windows on the ledge
Tucked safe away from the edge.
Is he saying, "thank you for the treat"?
He puffs out his chest against the breeze,
His feathers a shield, so he does not freeze.
The peanuts give him might.
We watch him with delight!
He sings, full and happy, flying with ease.
As darkness falls and he takes his rest
Cosy and plumped up inside his nest,
The joy we feel has no words!
For we chose to feed the birds!
One of the simple ways to feel blessed.
If you see birds in your garden or street,
Hang up a feeder with plenty to eat!
They'll feel good. We will too!
They'll sing heartfelt thanks to you!
Peek-A-Bird, Peek-A-Bird, Peek-A-Bird Tweet!
Written 25th November 2022
For the "Children's Limericks Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Skinny skeleton shares a tweet
In the dead of night, oh, so sweet.
We look as it leaves, next to his feet.
It’s hollow, which is a real treat.
So that’s a tweet! Says Mr. Greet.
I think it’s sweet and cannot be beat.
Skinny skeleton gives a kick with his cleat.
And pulls a trick with a ghostly sheet.
Quote: Some of the best speakers in the world
are those who were listeners first....
The rain gently whispers to my window I am here
as the trees chuchot to each other with terms of endearment
The endless sky has an auditory hum as if to say
you might be drenched today
The dawn is singing acapella as she readies for a dance
while the daylight waltzes softly on the steps of day
The hour of seven has just begun for me
I can hear the handles clocking free
The silence is louder than the noise of mid afternoon
yet softer still then the silent stars of heaven
The day has just begun and I can already hear
the first tweet of a birdling musketeer
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name Poetry Marathon Mile 14 |
Sept 15 2022
Early in the morning,
birds flyig about in the sky
sing happily to each other
in speech bubbles
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