There was a young gal whose silk skin
Was sewn up with some thread and a pin.
It would drive the men mad,
That sleek layer she had,
Well, until she unraveled her skin.
My plumber is here to sort my pipes.
Says he has divorced his wife.
He just showed me his hose.
Then proceeded to propose.
I admit I got the fright of my life.
The sun told me it will rise again;
And send its warmth to the glen,
But it can't soften the coldness in your soul!
So I will walk barefoot on the snow buried in your whole:
Leaving my traces on your heart's lane.
In economy led of beastly mind,
Upon a political serpentine.
All strives of wickedness kicks,
Against the fleece of Love’s Pricks(goads).
As true sheep trod, before their God’s, INClINE(will).
For Contest: Follower or Leader
In Honor of: Carolyn Devonshire
I'm like a SEAL team commando
After several cups of espresso
I like to dive bomb
With great aplomb
A gyrfalcon? I think so
To poach me is illegal
My name evokes the regal
I reach astonishing speed
When I'm ready to feed
You can call me a golden eagle
The stage is warm and yet colder
The past round my neck as a boulder
I sit and I think
Do I need a drink?
Would I have done well to have told her
A perfect metaphor for everyone's life is like
Standing up in a hammock or standing up on a bike
Now that's totally silly
And quite unhealthily
Could fall down, break your crown, should stick to a trike
The myth of extreme self righteousness
Forever hard to find
Words poisonous like venom
Backstabbing for per diem
Corruption among this game we call chess
for having a ultra hyper bright light
just for having the title of DOCTOR right
some presume they are smart
and be known for being LORD bart
actually are piece of zeitgeist sight...!
Poor Tom did not know how to ride,
Encouraged, the first time he tried,
But the horse was mad,
It galloped being glad,
Down the brook letting Tom to glide.
I think I'll write a silly dribble
Which you can read and maybe quibble
Pens of color write
Words on paper bright
Could be considered brilliant scribble
Got my hand caught in the cookie jar,
mother’s ears didn’t wander too far
Here comes the wooden stare.
then hot bottom fanned air
Double trouble, here comes father’s car
My mom and dad met in the gut of an insect!
As a kid, I was packed in a sac not so perfect;
When I am mature,
I make myself sure
To infect a human when the insect does inject
Okay here's a quiz, “what rhymes with bugaboos”
Well, time's up..no, it isn't a town in Timbuktu
To the back of the class
Bong, your time has passed
When you sneeze and put stuff all over your shoe
To solve the evil of pollution
just eating less is a solution
stone poop of indian
is real serious question
not doing every day is action
Read in daily newspapers
master of gibberish lines of metaphor
acclaim and awards from the poetry corp
coffee house pied piper
study and decipher
dazzle with brilliance or baffle galore
In life I slept
In death, sepulchral sleep..
without collectors `
at the door...!
I think tonight I'd like to write a 'sonnetina'
It seems to me that it would be a wiener
No rules, no rhyme
Just sling the words, like week-old hash for dinner
A woman I knew loved a twinkie.
She also loved a binky.
The cream from the twink,
She'd smear on the bink.
So what do you think?
Is that kinky?
I fell from the sky twirling drifting down
Turned into a snowflake yelling touchdown
Then skates cut though thin ice
Split open and cracked me twice
Right in my behind giving me a frown
Contest: Winter Snow and Ice-Limerick
Sponsored By: Tania Kitchin
Date Created: 12/28/2020
A family who lived as a 'bubble'
joined another to make it a double
but as bubbles do burst
by Covid they were cursed
and so it all ended in trouble.
If 2020 was a terrible movie,
I don't wish to watch 2021
without having seen the trailer or spoiler
Once relished was ketchup married;
He liked mustard so he married;
It was rather new;
But not very Yahoo;
Condiment life so unwarried;
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Feeling mellow today, why, I can't imagine
Just one of those days that can now and then happen
My bills are all paid
My life I wouldn't trade
Here's a metaphor, my life's like silk and satin
Don't argue with the wise man,
don't argue with the idiot,
- How? Why ?
because the sage knows our
fraud our agreements..
the idiot besides knowing nothing,
he will still assist us to arrest