Light...
Light Wakes this World from its Slumber
Light...
Light Shakes this World by the Number
Light...
Light Bakes this World every Summer
Light...
Light Takes this World...What a Bummer!
A vampire known as Silent Killer,
wanted to star in a thriller;
He had just one flaw,
that lisp in his southern draw;
Film’s a talkie, what a bummer.
It’s the curse of the bent over plumber
Those who look say “Oh what a bummer”
It’s so silky and white
It must glow in the night
Hope it tans by the end of summer
©5/5/2023
Love/hate
I love him and hate him
all at the same time
I want to live with him
and I want him to die
I want to go to him
and I want to hide
I want to tell him the truth
but he makes me lie...
I love him and hate him
what a pain
what a bummer
how insane
I want to be with him
but I am afraid
I want to hug him
and run away...
I love him and hate him
and I don't know why
I feel this way
deep deep inside
in between love and hatred
I can't make up my mind
so, I guess I'll love and hate him
my whole freaking life.
Jessica
In spring rains, I’d find my shoes a ‘leaking.
I'd feel that leak until pay-check weekend
because “Wait and see, son,” is what I’d hear.
It seems money is tight right now ‘round here.
I'd want to go see kinfolk, but mom'd say,
“Wait and see, son, we are broke now, but Hey,
Hasn't our God has always seen us by?
Some wants not met; yet most needs we can buy.
In Vermont, winter winds are icy cold,
blankets cover windows like a stronghold.
The sun's heat is gone when fall greets summer,
It is a sign, we whine, what a bummer!
Mom's special time all through the year is pray'r;
God's faithful, we are safe within His care.
Her motto's always been, "Wait and see, Son"
Fifth season's reason - God's in the long-run.
November 10, 2022
long run - a period of time sufficient for factors to work themselves out.
White Hot Christmas
by Michael R. Burch
I’m back from my jog;
it felt like summer
on Christmas Eve.
What a bummer!
Forget the sleigh, Santa,
hire a Hummer.
Two days in May, the extent of our summer
A couple in the eighties, what a bummer
It just ain't right
Quite a plight
Need a little chat with nature's mother
My toilet was blocked, what a bummer
I texted Curtis, he’s a plumber
He got out his long rod
Gave my blockage a prod
If lucky t’will be fixed by summer!
The plumber has read a food thesis
Why faeces aren’t falling to pieces
If you go the whole hog
You will poop a bog log
Our diets needs more oils and greases!
Occupation chosen Plumber
Limerick's poetry Contest by Joseph May
syllable count 9.9.6.6.9 both poems
checked with how many syllables
1/4/19
Called the plumber – a chronic late comer
the sink slow dripping since late last summer
his low hanging drawers
but one of his flaws
the pose that he struck – Oh, what a bummer.
©1/3/2019
Limericks Poetry Contest
Joseph May - Sponsor
Goodbye summer
what a great time we had
now its fall what a bummer
winter comes we go into slumber
in our houses built out of lumber
from those sunny days
to catching as many sun rays
the warmth of summers embrace
with every season there is a new face
I remember going out
staying out late at the bowling alley
where we would rally
the meet up spot in the valley
making out was the thing to do
the warm nights didn't matter who
during the summer we just chill
I know you'll be back later I know you will
oh how I love summer makes me feel.
A friend had booked a river cruise,
The Elbe the go-to river,
But got this message: “Sorry, but
This trip we can’t deliver.”
It seems that Europe’s waterways,
Due to a broiling summer,
Are much too low for ships to ply;
For tourists, what a bummer!
We’ve booked a cruise some months away,
Though I have got a notion
Hot weather won’t be quite enough
To drain away the ocean!
Perfect Summer Surprise for My Big Sister
I hid it in my secret hiding spot,
Nobody could've ever guessed where,
It should be there I would've thought.
Huh, vanished into thin air!
A snowball for summer,
For my big sister.
What a bummer,
It missed her.
Next year,
Sneer...
Written 20 March 2018 for Line Gauthier's contest "A Melting Snowball"
11, 10, 9...2, 1 syllables per line Title to last line.
ONLY THIS FORM IS ACCEPTABLE: MELTING SNOWBALL AS PER DEFINITION: A technique of steadily DECREASING the number of letters or syllables per word or line, or the number of words per line, is known by the Oulipo as a MELTING SNOWBALL.
Two days in May, the extent of our summer
A couple in the eighties, what a bummer
It just ain't right
Quite a plight
Need a little chat with nature's mother
Hope that's not it for summer
Two days only, what a bummer
It just can't be
Makes me wanna pee
Hope summer will be another hummer
How could this happen to me?
What have I done wrong?
I can't believe this has happened.
I was trying my best.
Maybe my best was not good enough.
Well, I guess I will have to go back and do it again.
I have to, it is the only way
to graduate.
I failed the biology test.
What a bummer.
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