Some people you meet leave an lasting impression
Some pass through without even a mention
The ones that stand out
Leave us no doubt
Friendships for life are without exception
I was blessed by a golden cash cow
She’s a wonderful friend to me now
For those in the know
She goes with the flow
Here’s my tribute, may she take a bow!
Silent One is a new friend of mine
A more loyal friend would be hard to find
Every day he responds
Strengthens our bond
I'm honoured to have such a friendship defined
I post my poems on poetry soup
About farting and guys with brewer’s droop
I’ve been given a crown
And I won’t let Flo down
Be assured I’ll keep on posting my poop!
Posted in conjunction with my blog about my amazing gifts from F J Thomas
25th January 2017
Our friendship here had only just started
then you left me alone, broken hearted
you're gone but not forgotten
now life it seems so rotten
ever since the sad day you departed.
We miss you, Chan :)
This was my sadder take on the "poet who broke my heart" contest theme.
Happy Birthday to this awesome THREE:
to Frank, Kashinath, and P.D.
Those born this day SEVEN
have blessings of Heaven
in wit, charm and poetry!
Resurrecting this oldie for the contest of PD:
You three guys are tops with me!
I have a friend by the name of Tim,
He keeps in shape when frequents the gym.
His Kelly green Mustang he drove
And smack'd it into a cove.
The witches got him and ate one of his limbs!
Luloo was in a terrible rush
Shovelled snow then fell on her tush
It isn't a joke -
Her ankle got broke
But the snow's now turned into slush
GET WELL SOON LULOO
26th February 2016
There is a poet, her name is SKAT.
She read all my limy's, now that's phat.
When she was done reading.
It showed she had breeding.
So people, what do you think of that?
Just a text to say i love you
I cant help it there's nothing i can do.
You are my best friend
And my love for you will never end.
I just want to know if you love me too
There once was a friend of mine,
Who was famed for making wine.
Her visits were great,
As she brought a crate -
But I lost a week each time.
For Francine's Bottle of Wine contest, written 17th June
There’s a peach of a girl named P.D.
Who is a friend of both you and me
She’s gone away
I already miss her today
Her kind words and Queen Slam poetry
*If you find another sad limerick let me know*
I was lurking around but she finally found me,
We're watching the clouds and lying under a tree.
Saying words to be outspoken,
Worrying nothing even the glass is broken.
And I will lastingly love her because she's with me.
MrSilent has gone silent if you haven't noticed
Perhaps he's just vamoosed to the Ivory Coast
Wherever he be
Tween you and me
Missed he is, a dear friend of mine I boast
(Hey, Moonbee! Wait up!...)
You're visiting friends on Titan I hear?
My starship's broke down (In the shop I fear)
Wow...SATURN'S a long FLIGHT
Hitch a ride? Well ALRIGHT!
Could you drop me off at the moon, my dear?
My friend Silent One brightens my days with words uplifting
Crowning him king of jolly old, would be befitting
Has my vote
This talented bloke
One vote per poet and no counterfeiting
Another new friend here on the Soup
Is Mo, for her I'd jump through hoops
Lives in our capital
She's still quite rational
Couriered her way into my heart..no poop!
My poet friend, Jan, has a style
That makes others chuckle and smile
And for her sweet gift
Giving glum folks a lift
There's no other pursuit.more worthwhile.
* For Jan Allison - who dips her quill in the happiest ink*
There once was a fellow named Joe
To the Soup, he was comrade and foe
At times he would blog
Then poets would flog
Yet, he always would leave us aglow
Written December 20, 2011
Miss Dena loves all purple things
No matter what her day might bring.
She loves purple clothes...
Has oodles of those -
And also wears quite fancy rings.
Gail's note: Inspired by my friend Dena.
Part of the Portrait Poetry Collection
A NIGHT OF FUN WAS WHAT WE ENJOYED
SANS YOUNG TRACY AND THE JOVIAL BOY
THE BAND WAS ROCKING
WE WERE NOT STOPPING
TO REMINISCE AND DANCE OH WHAT A JOY!
After a wonderful reunion with friends missed for thirty years
My Lawyer said I was his friend
He said "lean toward the floor and bend"
O'boy was I dumb
He inserted his thumb
and our friendship quickly came to an end
There is a Poet, named Robert Dufresne,
I laugh at his Poetry until I'm insane
with Brick Townsend, he plays,
a collaborative game
But Bill Lipton's Horse is a pain.
Mothers are the best
They are like a test
They are very loving
They like a flower budding
The treat us like a fest.
Rebellious and independent,
a strong mind driven by intent;
see a face never mistrusted,
hear sincere words well-expressed...
no detail is insignificant.
(C) Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci