Limerick Poems About Happy | Happy Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Mary Nagy |
Categories: angst, daughter, family, funny,

Princess Needs A New Car

Princess just wants a new car.
I have told her that hers will go far.
'Oh, it's really not cool
driving this crap to school.'
'Do I need that emotional scar? '

'The kids will all laugh at the rust.
When we race, I'll be left in the dust! 
I will save up some cash
then we'll make a mad dash
to the car dealer surely you trust'.

'He will make us a wonderful deal
and I'm sure you will know how I feel.
I will love you so much, 
My siblings..I won't touch.
Just get me behind a new wheel'! 

Now she'll be cruisin in style.
She'll be happy for only awhile.
There will always be better
and we'll try hard to get her
a car that will make princess smile.


Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: earth, growth, spring,

Spring Forward

Spring Forward


A helical "Slinky" type coil
Compresses or springs without toil,
It’s spiral at times,
Or stretched to the nines...
Like worms that are happy in soil!

Beneath or on top of the ground,
They stretch, but so often lie wound,
Their tunnels air earth
To make healthy dirt
And seedlings are glad they’re around!


© Sandra MHaight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~2nd Place~
Contest: Spring Forward
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Judged: 03/09/2015


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: happy, life, uplifting, wisdom,

I Choose To Be Happy

I choose to be happy each day
no matter what blocks the sun's rays.
I'll still jump, catch the train,
do sun dance in the rain;
and then gather today fresh flowers bouquet.

I choose to be glad and be grateful,
to count all my blessings, be cheerful.
I may go up then under,
but keep on and I ponder;
it feels good to do things and be joyful

I choose to be a smile in the night,
a spark in the dark that burns bright;
to someone who’s down,
a laughter and clown,
moreover a channel of joy and delight.












11 September 2015
For Casarah's Get Happy 101 Contest


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: birthday,

Charmaine Chircop

There is a lovely young lady on my mind She is real loyal and giving and kind Birthday spankings I give For each year she has lived I better run and protect my own behind
Happy Birthday Charmaine


Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: humor,

Blues News

There was a miserable husband of McNigh
Who had a tendency to frequently cry.
His wife filed for divorce
Causing him no remorse.
Now he’s happy as a drunk drinking rye.


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: adventure, humor,

Better Run

I’m a scoundrel that travels by sea
with me matesWe are happy and free
cause we live life with ease
doing just what we please.
It’s the life of a pirate for me!

If you see in the distance our mast
with the skull and the crossbones, run fast!
We’ll be comin’ for you
and your women folk too.
There is nothing of yours that’ll last!

Cause we’ll loot and pollute till we’re through,
burn your houses and then come for you.
Better run far away.
Run into the next day,
cause your gold we’ll be lookin’ for too.

Leave by boat, and I’m gonna be frank,
when we catch ya, that boat will be sank.
Once we drink us some rum,
we’ll be having our fun
watching captives of ours walk the plank!

I suppose we might have sympathy
for a maid who acts dutifully.
But if you’ve got a wife,
better run for your life,
for no honor nor scruples have we!

 Since a pirate don’t do what he should,
if you see us in your neighborhood,
better get up and go.
Bad is good and Yo! Ho!
Me pirate life’s better than good!


For the the A Pirate's Life For Me Poetry Contest of Kelly Deschler


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: friend,

Quick With The Praise



Have you heard of Bev Smith quite new to the Soup When reviewing my poetry she's always so cute Quick with the praise Sets my heart all ablaze Dear Bev always makes me as happy as poop! © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: humor,

Little Guy Dwarves Again

Seven days and lonely at night Was a Princess called Snow White On her doorstep there was Little guy dwarves All different to view from sight So on Monday night she did walk To Dopey's bedroom for a talk The conversation was slow Up sticks did she go At her topless body he did gawk When Tuesday evening came around She tiptoed without a sound Beside Bashful she sat Blimey, not again, no chat His eyes on me will never abound Oh my! it's Wednesday again Am I beautiful or just plain Jane I better go to the Doc Do I look good in this frock Am I letting my shapely shapes wane It's Thursday and I better nurse Sneezy Whose chest has become rather wheezy To him I won't kiss No matter his wish I have no desire to become queasy Thankfully Friday has been reached It's the weekend long lies are now preached For Sleepy I'll never wake No booty will he shake My cheeks he'll never see peached Saturday has finally come along Even Grumpy now sings the same song With a song and a cheer Shared over a few beers No chance you'll get into my thong Have I saved Sunday to be the best Is Happy better than the rest His smile tells me so For more than his cheeks glow At last a loving grin at my breasts Oh I need to be loved ever since Like the weeks I had with my Prince For many many nights He knew to love me right When I walked, you could see my legs wince . .


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: happiness,

Passport To Happy Land



Your passport to happiness is deep in your soul Gives passage to Happy Land without any toll Just smile a big smile A big ten on the dial In a bottomless pit of ecstasy you'll roll © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: inspirational,

Sticktoitness



Sticktoitness is the key to a happy existence Don't ever give up, the real key is persistence When things start to fail Just stop and inhale Relax, the solution will surely make a appearance


Poem Details | by Richard Olson |
Categories: humor,

The Ballad of Sparky the Crossdresser


                           A crossdressing fool named Sparky,
                           thought his God-given tool was malarkey.
                           So he grabbed it and said,
                           "It's off with your head.
                            The comments you raised were all snarky."

                           With his anatomy now rearranged,
                           his toolless box looked so strange.
                           This once burly stud,
                           now covered with blood,
                           looked happy and somewhat deranged.

                           The police were called to the scene,
                           when the piece he appalled in between,
                           he glued to his butt,
                           not knowing for what,
                           but he thought it befitting a queen.

                           He couldn't grow it back like a skink.
                           So he was known as "the missing dink."
                           He was given a citation
                           for self-mutilation,
                           and a slap on the rear with a wink.

                                   Written:  2/12/17


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: family, happiness, nature, places,

Barefoot on the Beach

The days of Summer are here
On this beautiful earth sphere
This season of shine
The beach we do pine
Our time to appear draws near

The day we have awaited has arrived
To the seaside we carefully drive
The kids and their daddy
Singing Showaddywaddy
The excitement in us now thrives

In adventure they play on the dunes
Through the reeds the breeze plays a tune
A symphony so grand
As I'm barefoot on the sands
On this glorious sunny afternoon

For these days of Summer cheer us all
As the sounds of happy kids en-thrall
Our day is now ended
As darkness has descended
My kids and I had a ball







Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: happiness,

Happy And Gay



The sun's shining somewhere even when it's raining So in spite of the forecast just stop your complaing Shout, “It's a fantastic day” “I'm so happy and gay” Not my sexual orientation, just an old fashioned saying © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
Categories: love, happy, happy,

NEW BABY

 
"NEW BABY" A NEW BUNDLE OF JOY JUST ARRIVED MOMMY AND DAD ARE BOTH BEAMING WITH PRIDE INSTEAD OF A PRINCESS, PINK, A LITTLE LAD SMILED WITH A WINK THINK THE ULTRASOUND MESSED UP AND LIED. RON AND I ARE SO HAPPY TO BE GRANDPARENTS AGAIN TO SPOIL WITH GLEE 7 POUNDS, 7 OUNCES 22 INCHES HE BOUNCES TIME TO EXCHANGE PINK THINGS FOR BLUE SHOPPING SPREE. * A GRAND DAY FOR OUR FAMILY SOUPERS. *PLEASE SHARE OUR HAPPY MOMENT WITH THIS NEW BABY BOY. *BORN 11:22 A.MEST ON SAT., SEPT.22NDERIC CHRISTIAN... *WE FEEL AND ARE SO BLESSED LUV..


Poem Details | by Shadow Hamilton |
Categories: drink, fun, new year,

Happy New Year

Hic, oh my! hic  am drunk again,
My head is spinning with pain.
T-was the demon drink
Caught me on the blink.
Somehow ended up in Spain.

12/30/2014 

contest  A Quintain Christmas

phrase Happy New Year


Poem Details | by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
Categories: funny, christmas, christmas,

Pets on Parade

"Pets on Parade" on Christmas Eve two kitty cats were sleeping as Santa Claus climbed down the chimney creeping Excalibur started to purr Gabriel raised his black fur poor Santa was startled and began weeping. while Santa was chased by playful felines trotting toward them a band of hungry canines sweet Venus the white Wstie was growing quite testy for commotion interrupted her night sublime. Thor and Thunder twin midnight blue great danes frolicked in fun as Santa reached for red candy canes they took giant licks opened Santa's bag of tricks as Raider the Shepherd smeared frosty windowpanes. pretty pets on parade on Christmas Eve had a jolly good time you best believe sharing cookies and milk with the Moon smooth as silk and Santa was so happy to leave. *For SKAT'S Calling All Pet Poems.


Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: caregiving, fantasy, for children,

Take Care Of Yourself

<                                 Once there were two monkeys in a tree
                                   Abandoned by their own family
                                   A hunting they did go
                                   Bananas they did tow
                                   For munching while watching the show glee


                                  Singing and dancing to happy tune
                                  Along came an hugh frigging monsoon
                                  Wiping out daily stock
                                  Grapes bananas what crock
                                  What's next grooming by pack of baboons



Entry For 
John Freemans 
Limericks Hilarious Contest
G.LAll


Poem Details | by Huberta van Akkeren |
Categories: life,

A simple truth

There once was a girl from a grotto
Who lived with a very short motto
Live and let live
Be happy to give
Life’s joy is not winning the lotto


Poem Details | by Quentin Ehlinger |
Categories: birthday,

Natal Anniversary

A simple note for your natal anniversary
Would be no more then simply just cursory.
Yes, a word or two to wish to you
A happy birthday just wouldn't do
So I simply wrote for you this little verse, you see?


Poem Details | by Cecilia Macfarlane |
Categories: life,

Best Revenge

Who in the hell do you think you are?
What I let you put me though is bizarre.
When due lesson is learned.
Where sanity is earned.
Why I'm so happy is now my victoire!

5 W's contest
Sponsor: Harry Horsman


Poem Details | by Shane Cooper |
Categories: depression,

DOWN


Life moves on and I stand still
So many promises I need to fulfill
Am I happy I don't know
Round in circles here I go
It's like crawling slowly up a hill


Poem Details | by Keith Trestrail |
Categories: funny, humorous,

Now That's a Fairytale

Mirror mirror on the wall she wants me so
But I am little and she is white as snow!
  From Bashful to Happy I morph
  Singing like a horny wee dwarf
Heigh-ho Heigh-ho it's off to twerk we go!


               
                   May 2015

    


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny, car, old, car,

My First Car - a Not So Rosy Story

My very first car was, I think,
a Monza, which was rosy pink.
At a somewhat cheap price,
that old sports car was nice,
but my luck with her sure did stink!

Cleaned and polished, she was looking fine;
I was happy to claim her as mine
although she was such
a hog! On too much
gasoline that old sports car would dine!

On a big trip I took her; I cried
to find out that her engine was fried.
From a crack in her block
she stopped workingTick Tock!
Time is short; in six weeks she had died!



Poem Details | by Mohamed Omar |
Categories: funny,

Tie the knot Limerick

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.


Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: adventure, dedication, fantasy, funny,

Black Friday

<                     ladies ~ gentlemen ~ start those....engines
                         miss  ~ Ho ~ down - prices..would be a sin
                                        best buy - circuit city
                                   black ~ friday..how pitty
                        5 am ~ now ~ who ~ wears ~ smiling.grins 





                          k- mart ~ wal - mart ~ target ~ pennys
                              red tag sales of many and plenty
                                 but you must buy in bulks
                        and ~  get ~ guy ~ like ~ the.hulk
                to ~ push ~ cart ~ while ~ you ~ chat ~ with.jenny




                         let's ~ all ~  hop ~ on ~ over ~ to ~ I - hop
                         your one stop for christmas breakfast slop
                                sure pancakes sounds yummy
                                     but wait till hits tummy 
                                 be sitting on stool till it plops




Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Commericialized Holiday Humor Contest
Gl All And Happy Holidays
Love Kathy & Jenny


Poem Details | by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: funny

Oh What A Love

The good looking dish and the man.
Were standing in surf on the sand.
   Her hand it did rest.
   Upon this man's chest.
Their eyes meeting as best they can.

They were wed on the beach it is true.
With such a big party and crew.
   Sweetheart from the soup
   took Ron from the group.
Two became one as winds blew!

They're happy as newly weds are.
Making love out under a star.
   They'll come back to earth
   when she does give birth.
To a miracle childOh my, by far!


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Written for Sweetheart's Loveland Limerick contest by Jimmy Anderson


Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: humor,

Air Lift

Bob was happy with his Mini Cooper
It drove great, making him an in-grouper.
But a hawk aloft dove speedily
Taking the car in his claws greedily.
Now Bob calls the hawk a party pooper.


Poem Details | by Afolabi Muideen |
Categories: age, allegory, assonance,

A failed trip to the sky


    A man was happy to seeing the stars show
      He marked to trip when they fully glow
             He set his ladder up the sky
               But a pity the sky is high
           And he said, I've to eat crow



Eat crow:  be humiliated by having to admit one's defeats or mistakes.


Poem Details | by Mystic Rose |
Categories: celebration,

Bright Red Balloon

The park was fired with excitement as the children 
watched the cymbals clamp inside the small gazebo  
where the musicians rehearsed their trumpet blows 
a cheerful man shelled out   
as a child squealed in delight    
the helliumized balloon went up, and so did a baded smile  
It was the feast of happy maidens with celebrants in toe,  
and cotton candy gobblers row on row;   

A waifly girl with eyes like morning stars
watched in a daze, as puffy blimps bobbed in the sky 
each sideways sway and wiggly climb, an outward cry  
a big bright red balloon 
climbing, gone too soon  
and all she did was wait with eyes of popping blue, 
until the big deflate, and then it siffled down 
right by her crinoled gown.


Feb22, 2016

 


Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: humor,

Converted

There was an old sailor who liked to swear.
And his rot-gut rum he was happy to share.
A cleric aimed to make him repent
But saw the sailor as wholly content.
Now the two are buddies bereft of a prayer.


Poem Details | by faleshia murphy |
Categories: seasonsspring, spring,

Spring (limerick)

Spring spring how nice of you to come
So happy all the cold and snow is done
  Let's enjoy the flowers the birds and the bees
  Fun things to watch like leaves grow back on trees
I love spring and I know I'm not the only one


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: miracle,

All's Well That ENDs Well Exam



I'm happy as poop, got the results of my brain scan They had a hard time finding it when the scanner began It sputtered and screeched Till my bum it did reach Out of place but 'twas an “all's well that ENDs well” exam © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Kyle kriticos |
Categories: dedication,

Super Duper Discounts

There once was a man named Art 
Who was thrifty and shopped at WalMart 
He was happy with life
As he rode on his bike
Till the bearings fell apart..



By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: animals, funny,

Where Do Crickets Go

Where Do Crickets Go?

As winter approaches, their songs die out
Their gentle chirping I can’t live without
     Field mice make their way inside
     Lizards under my couch hide
So what’s with the crickets; have they no clout?

The crickets in Florida grow quite large
Perhaps in cold times they cruise on a barge
     Carnival Cruise Line reject
     Like Dangerfield, no respect
Not even an honorable discharge

Do they erect shelters ‘neath a snow mound?
Their disappearance surely does confound
     Like snowbirds, do they leap south
     Hearing winter’s roaring mouth?
Could they be in a Mexican camp ground?

The wasps and bees, well, they disappear too
But I give no thought to the stinging crew
     As surely as the sun shines
     I miss crickets’ unique whines
But in spring their songs will return on cue


*Entry for Francine’s “Write Me a Happy Poem” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire, November 1, 2012


Poem Details | by Nyonglema Pisoh |
Categories: africa, hate, history, home,

The Grass is Greener

We’re not called upon to choose anything we live through;
Neither parent nor sibling nor school nor form of sinew;
Neither colour of hair or eye or skin,
Nor love or hate, nor loss or gain
Nor opportunities nor whence we comeSo much is true.

But as much as this truth I hold as true as sunlight,
I know that painful times will time to time alight
When with bitter phlegm you curse
The earth where you breathed first
And wish your day of birth were scratched by He with might.

I knowSame feelings have plagued my adult soul
And the wish for better home to make each day whole
Has been dashed by shameful news,
Where Hope, seeing Hitler, and 94’s Hutus,
Needs to hide its youth to stall the death toll.

But amidst pain, hate and bottled despair rife
There’s the rare love, innocent and hardly grasping to life.
For here, we can give our all
When we choose to keep you from a fall.
We really do it: humble, loving…just like the Lord’s life.

Yes, it’s easier to perceive the weeds in one’s garden
For the pastures beyond gleam in our myopia, hiding their burden.
And seeing that weed can cast a shadow
On all that’s sweet, but cause much ado
About the bitter parts, and it day by day your heart will harden.

Think of the evening breeze on the night grill,
Feeding the flames of a delicious family fish meal.
Think of hitting the unadulterated
Lands of hills where ancient rivers percolated
And happy goats skip, and cattle graze and one can feel

Life whizzing through rustling leaves of dancing old tree or reed,
Playing the music our ancestors learned to read,
Making your lungs touch their purpose,
Dazzling your eyes like a Jabbawockeez pose,
The music we’ve forgotten as we focus on some RSS feed.

Think of the youths wise with tradition re-enacting solemnly
The dances and music handed down from before when Ptolemy
Phrased ancient philosophical data,
To the time of the expansive empire of Sundiatta
Beads stomping the dust frantically in musical poetry.

Picture the pure darkness which crowds the silent night air,
Unveiling the marvellous dotted and scattered there
In the moonlit heavenly canvas,
Watching us from light years past,
And we fascinated by the sparkling magic they share.

So to sum it all up, I know it cannot be perfect,
And sometimes I rant and make massive graffiti of its defects,
But this home my parents chose
Still draws my spirit close,
For the bond is deeper, far deeper than human senses can detect.

(c) Nyonglema


Poem Details | by Susan Palli |
Categories: education, humorous,

School Days

There was a young teacher named Spade,
who taught like a preacher dismayed.
The pupil's delight
to put up a fight
did cause him to screech till he swayed.

Now one of the students named Chad,
then gathered what courage he had
to give Spade advice
and make him think twice
about his harsh method so bad.

They all were surprised the next day,
when Spade then allowed them to play.
He'd taken great heed,
was friendly indeed,
and all are still happy today.


Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: lost love,

A Heart Broken Past

You were a hot little Hispanic man.
And I was your infatuated fan.
Your love for me was cheeky,
Dreams ended very bleakly.
Now, I’m happy ever after, God’s plan.

© January 28, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: A valentine Limerick~ to your x-lover the heart-
breaker ( explaining how life goes on ) after the heart break	
Sponsored by: Sidney ~ LeeAnn


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: funny,

A Lady From Shoals

There once was a lady from Shoals Tenderly tending to her foals Uttered, “What's that I hear? Another post, oh dear No way to keep up with Jack's goals! Yup! She's referring to happy Jackers Churning out poems he's a cracker Really loves what he writes But she has quite a plight She needs more sleep in the sacker She tries catching up with reviews Informing young Jack of her views “Will you not write so fast My computer won't last And I need a chance for a snooze” There once was a lady from Shoals Loved Jackers heart and soul Was his bestest friend ever Thought his writing was clever To please her was his ultimate goal © Jack Ellison 2012


Poem Details | by Joseph May |
Categories: funny,

Bob

 There once was a fellow named Bob
Who was happy cause he'd got a job
But soon after being hired 
Poor Bob was fired
And all he does now is sob


Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: happiness, health, love, romance,

Loveland

Two lovers with a second chance
At life enriched with sweet romance,
Repeat their wedding vows
In manner God allows,
With tasteful, simple elegance.

Loved ones and good friends gather near
Sharing in the joy and cheer.
Italian day is fair,
Blessing the happy pair,
Predicting future bright and clear.

May their good fortune never wane,
And sunshine over-power the rain.
Their love will be their wealth
In sickness and in health.
May their deep love always remain.

By: Joyce Johnson

For Linda-Marie's Loveland Limerick contest  won a 5th in this
from photo j 17 6858



Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humorous,

Down 'n Dirty



DOWN 'N DIRTY Judy Konos is this gal's name Down 'n dirty is proudly her game A new old friend Much love I send So happy in unison we came © Jack Ellison 2015
Judy told me "naughtiness" was out of date... these days it's "down 'n dirty"! LOL


Poem Details | by Nitesh Aggarwal |
Categories: husband, wedding, wife

The Secret

Once upon a time, thirty years ago,
In front of a priest I stood with my beau.
“Over time”, he hailed;
“The secret will be unveiled”,
“Of a truly happy marriage”; but I still don’t know.


Poem Details | by Miss Wattle |
Categories: fun,

HAPPY JACK

HAPPY JACK There was a happy fellow Jack Ellison He used to get mail to "Jack Ellis & Son" Some might jump up and down And "tsk" with a deep frown But not this happy fellow Jack Ellison c ELR 2013


Poem Details | by Dolly Bhaskaran |
Categories: father,

God Awakens

When we look outside 
we can see many things
 Money ,material,luxury,
 fashion,people, celebrities
 We dream about what we see
 We try to get the things we see 
There will be competition and envious 
to get the things and we aim high
 and we forget about who we are.
 When we look inside we just see
 the opposite of what we see outside.
 When we look into ourselves it is easy to find 
who we are and what is our purpose of our life.
 When we look inside we see the good and bad things,
 right and wrong things clearly and able to distinguish.
 We are in peace and love when we look inside,
 when we look outside we do not have the time,.
 because we are rushing to get the external things
 When we are really awaken we try to look inside,   
and lead a healthy peaceful  and happy life.
 Adikaran 15/10/12


Poem Details | by Dawn Gordon |
Categories: animalshappy, blue, happy,

Blue from Rio

Today I had the chance to hold "the blue from rio", A blue bird on a skateboard you should meet and know, A fancy parrot from the happy meal kid's land, Preening all his gorgeous feathers on his wheeled stand, Visit the happy meal site! Join his feathered flow.


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: adventure, friendship, sea

Where's a Highlander to Be

It's another year round the corner
That leaves this Highlander to ponder
It's New Year's Resolution time
What's in this boy's mind
Could it be to adventure out yonder

*   ~   *   ~   *   ~   *   ~    *   ~   *

So where would this Highlander be
A captain on a yacht going to sea
With a beautiful blond
Sharing their literal fond
Round the coast of the land of the free

*   ~   *   ~   *   ~   *   ~    *   ~   *   

When sailing these oceans of blue
Just what would the pair of them do
Maybe some fishing
Or moonlight kissing
Whilst the seabirds fly over and go phew!

*   ~   *   ~   *   ~   *   ~    *   ~   *   

Eventually we would have to hit land
And continue to go on as we planned
The head back out to sea
It's where were happy to be
Skinny dipping, loved up and so tanned


Poem Details | by catherine Reinke |
Categories: inspirational, nature, passion, seatree,

Palm Tree Delight

P   A   L   M      T    R     E      E      D   E   L   I   G   H   T
Written by Catherine Reinke


In your arms, I lay behold ,
gentle winds and sea salt kiss.
Shade full arms from hot sun bold 
coco milk sweet, lovers dish.

My naked skin, sun loves to play
lying under this palm tree day.

Listen  to your  arms wind sound.
No gentler tender song I’ve found.

Tension, grief, sorrow and more,
all left behind seaside’s door.

For here life’s origins, beget and made
ancient past lives, memories to fade.

But here in Tulum, my friendship sea
I find myself, in gentle palm tree.

And so from youth my memory serves
a poem that retold again deserves.

“that only God can make a tree and
…poems are written by fools like me”

Truly then and true today
That Godly art create tree play.

For made he did a vast array
charming comfort of trees I say.
Strong steadfast oaks.
Wispy willows.
Lilac purples for ones pillow.
Cedar pillars ancient.
Rain forest lush,
only the palm tree 
makes me bush.

Round coco breasts filled with milk.
Erect pillar penetrating fronds of silk.


So, in your arms I want to be
naked, contentment, happy and free.
And so end my tree poetic attempt
of my love affair palm tree spent.













Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny,

Isa

(Isa was an ESL student of mine from a small island country off AfricaThe students were learning about limericks, and I wrote this one for Isa, because she really did love junk food!)

A lover of junk food, sweet Isa
was happy when she got her Visa.
For with it in hand,
she left for the land
of burgers and french fries and pizza!


(featured but never in a contest)


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: happiness,

The Key To Contentment



Our outlook on life is the key to contentment We can choose to be happy or live a life of resentment Now which makes more sense Unless you're quite dense The former definitely has the higher percent © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Robert A. Dufresne |
Categories: funnyeaster, easter,

Splitting Easter Hares

T'was Easter morn and she thought it strange and funny,
Her basket contained neither chocolate, eggs nor money,
But there laid in the Easter grass,
To the surprise of the happy lass,
Was a package of batteries signed " Energizer Bunny".



Description of my love's Easter basket this morn, she found in the hay barn.
 April 24, 2011