There was a disabled musician
Who stiffly played every audition.
Now recording with care,
Strumming from his armchair,
On youtube he’ll post each composition.
20141113 for limerick contest
There was a girl, of I thought
I loved her so much, a ring I bought
Thinking of happy marriage
To propose I summed up all my courage
Unfortunately, she wasn’t ready to tie the knot.
It's Anzac Day today
Or lads were sent away
To fight a war
And what the hell for
Because they had to pay
There once was a man who was fearless
Confronting a fear he could care less
His courage was there
Like Samson with hair
Except on his head he was hairless
Courage-Andrea Dietrich Contest
July 4, 2015
"Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of
fear -- not absence of fear." - Mark Twain
A courageous old knight found that there'd
still come times when anxiety flared
but he'd learned through the years
that to conquer one's fears,
one must not be afraid to be scared
Secret Asian agent potato man
can do wait a Secret Asian agent potato can
He climbed a hill
which and the mill
Then fell down and skinned his man peel
Limerick: Once a fierce Samurai from Xi Ban Guo
Once a fierce Samurai from Xi Ban Guo
Displayed his sword-play in a tornado
But his sword slipped hands
And entered his ampersands*
So now he limps about incognito.
• In fact, I really mean: §
© TWignesan – Paris, 2013
I once knew a poet named Upma,
People laughed as she wrote on karma,
Critics inked their dreary wit,
She egressed emotive shit,
On the go, now tries pen on dharma.
Written Feb 25th, 2016
For contest "Sensitive commenting" by Linda
Must be quite strong and take winter in stride
Rugged Canadian winters are hard to describe
The lack of old sol
Main reason we fall
In a funk till the springtime and the robins arrive
© Jack Ellison 2016
Here’s a thought that could be pursued
For the Scotts who would be tattooed
It is the new fad
To ink a kilt that's plaid
Around parts not normally viewed
Author's note: Thanks to Kelly in Old Town's (Va) restaurant for the inspirationYou are a fantastic server.
I am ‘eebygum’ the circus clown
who’s face when working a painted frown,
without suffers stage fright
courage returns each night,
when this queen wears his improvised crown
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Scheduled to have a blood sample taken
A big sissy I've become, start sweating and shakin'
It's just not right
It's Dracula like
It ain't human to stick a needle into someone's bacon
Taking a step comes with a mind hard boiled
simple results come with body so soiled
despite life’s onanisms
some are full organisms
adapting to the heat to be well coiled.
When it comes to these little rhymes
Being vague is the worst of all crimes
Don't mess around
Stand your ground
That's what I always say sometimes!
A bald-headed man from Jamaica
Attempted to scale a sky-scraper
From his hospital bed
He was heard to have said
‘I was seeking a hair-raising caper!
Extracting a Scottish smile with fluent Cornish
taming the devil with a play so fetish
stealing a bugler’s earring
intentions not on airing
crude coal gets refined to appear whitish.
Amidst strong foes, in real, he plays the hang
disturbing a hive to trouble the gang
one on a town to sweep
ride on sea with a jeep
placing the hand on a poisonous fang.
Situations of life on goodwill may abrade
each stroke and fall, bringing out a lower grade
a cracker Jack
to welcome back
carving out an attraction from the same trade.
No talky before coffee, it's the rule of the house
A well known fact, your day will go south
Hand signs may linger
But no middle finger
And no naughties allowed to come outta your mouth
Grabs respect from others in a gabble
perceived mindset never vague but noble
honour sends a consult
for one not a kidult
acts of doing good, just formidable.
All those in love, please raise up your hands
Holy crap, that's amazing, more than I'd planned
Who woulda guessed
Every poet and yes
Love's taking over or my name isn't Stan
An Inupiat "slow-grower"
Believed he could sink no lower
When an icicle rose
On the tip of his nose
He won "Number 1 Snow Blower"
* * * *
A cold polar bear did stutter
And folk thought he was a nutter
But God loved him a bunch
And dropped off his lunch
With buckets of peanut butter.
Fortitude and Vicissitude
What we will need is the fortitude
So we can withstand each vicissitude
In life and be able to survive
Also as well as remain alive
By a reporter will be interviewed.
What does it take to drain a swamp?
A weakling or someone with strength and pomp?
How deep in the mire must this one go
To effect a change from the muck we know?
To drain a swamp, takes grit and a STOMP!
Youse guys are my inspiration for writing each day
Appreciate and listen carefully to hear what you say
No man is an island
My skills have widened
Since reading your comments on my daily essays