An eloquent lady named Kim
works her Words at the Poetry gym
Limericks put on mass
while Haiku takes spin class
and her Couplets are healthy and trim!
This limerick was written for my
Soup buddy Kim Patrice Nunez
Thanks for your positive input
and excellent supportHugz!
The old tree Lee had the seed of an idea
He wanted blisters on skin for diarrhea
Meeting was held in Casablanca
All wrote limerick haiku tanka
Compost bed urea soup and Cytherea
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
18 December 2014
Barbara writes poetry, or so she thinks
Unfortunately her stuff really stinks
Her haiku is bad
And her rhyme is sad
Just one more post and the ”soup" will need drinks
There is too much Haiku in my head.
Too much Five-Seven-Five being read.
For a real good time,
We all like a rhyme,
So I wrote this limerick instead.
There once was a poetry contest
which was an heroic concept
The great Roger McGough
just took a quick look
and entered a haiku contest instead
Suited To Be Recruited
When we have not been letting God bless,
Our minds may always end up in a mess,
And after to Him we did forget to pray,
we soon discovered sadness and dismay.
Have to look nice and be properly suited;
In service you are sure to be recruited;
Then read haiku well written by Jim Horn;
Magnificent poem in your mind will be born.
Guess you can't have two styles of
poems at the same time.
Write A Poem Horn Haiku
on words was a play
am sure that you understand
write short poem for me
Dear, Mario Vitale
Ivory Tower for Trump is now too tall;
Takes advantage of and treats us small;
Can be confusing;
Never is amusing;
Deceptive and for him we did not fall.
Should Have Seen
You should have seen what I saw;
Looked just like my mother in law;
Had been devoted;
Body badly bloated;
She called me a turkey in the straw.
Think Turkey in the Straw is a dance.
Holy Rollers In A Row
What I saw was Holy Rollers in a row;
Could always tell by way faces glow;
They Have held on,
Until communion gone;
Episcopalian Priests are always a pro.
Horn Haiku for New Year
Be at later date,
When Horn haiku has been formed,
While you are waiting.
Some words to use for poems.
Vivacious, courageous, gracious.
Confusing, choosing, amusing.
Rudimentary, complimentary, pecuniary
Habitant, penitent, compliment.
Exceed, stampede, recede.
Complacent, eloquent, competent
Irefuted, diluted, muted and recruited.
Provoking, joking, pokinginvoking.
Hesistant, consistant, resistant.
Bestowed, glowed, bowed
Contested, rested, suggested.
Loss, moss, toss.
Denied, shied, cried.
Facts, detracts, lacks.
Cathartic, lethargic, tragic
Rocket, sock it, locket
Love we will want is wide and broad,
Made exactly for us and not a fraud;
To God do go;
To Him we must pray to and in laud
He is definitely deeply in my prayers,
For all of us we know that God cares;
Do start to play,
More each day;
He will always free us from all despair.
Wrote this especially for Jon Freeman
Many More Horn Poems
Had looked like a light brown cow;
And did know it was her somehow;
Climb could not;
Even when hot;
We could tell by each long eye brow.
Of what can a profound poem consist?
Subjects am sure come from long list;
Though am inept;
Write them have found it hard to resist.
Horn haiku with limericks have become,
Poetry you pull out like a purple plum;
God did invite,
Poem to write;
Ate one and to spare still have some.
Perfect example other poets have set;
When both their minds and mine met;
We do treasure;
Come into my mind each poem did let.
After daily poems were over and done,
Had a hard time picking out which one;
You may sing having been home spun.
While we had gathered up so much moss,
Ended up with while soon coming across;
Hard as stone,
My pie alone;
For more words were at a complete loss.
When my poems by other poets do read,
Sweat on my forehead did start to bede;
My poems do adore;
Much more in store;
Actually would like me to be in the lead.
When poems were selected and disected,
What we suspected after being inspected;
We were up tight;
Put in grave site;
Not respected and needed to be corrected.
Poets had always seemed so benovolent;
And from God in heaven they were sent;
Read many of them much time have spent.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet