Limerick Poems About Places | Places Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Jeannie Minor |
Categories: friendship, how i feel,

Far Away Friends

I have a new far away friend
I wish could live just round the bend
who's poems I find
so pleasant and kind 
there aren't enough flowers to send

With the pen of a poet you write
as a message of hope in our plight 
with beauty and grace 
a gently left trace
to challenge a deeper insight 

I imagine the way you would look
see you happiest writing a book 
poetic rhymes 
of places and times
and all of life's lessons you took

Our souls have been fed by a fire 
and we share in a common desire
to have a true friend
for the ride to the end
of our goals as they raise ever higher

Though all I can see is your name
I still hear your voice just the same 
it speaks to me dearly 
and calls to me clearly 
through poetry destined for fame

I'm blessed for my far away friend
who will never live just round the bend
for I see a smile 
with poetic style
in each posted poem you send

In the world of the mountains you climb
thank you for taking the time
to lift up my soul
with renewed sense of whole
from your words that so cleverly rhyme

Thank you my friends.

                       -Jeannie Minor


Poem Details | by ilene bauer |
Categories: new york,

Showing off the City

In a city as big as New Yawk,
There’s so much at which tourists can gawk
But the locals’ fast pace
May be hard to embrace
So if guiding them, slow down your walk.

You can never squeeze everything in,
So pick places they never have been
And of course, be a mensch;*
Let them sit on a bench
Or exhaustion will make their heads spin.

Have them soak up the buzz we provide,
Surely different from where they reside.
They may love it or not
But at least they’ll have got
Just a taste of what fills us with pride.

*an admirable human being


Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: mother,

There's No Taking Mom's Place

If for one week each man could be mother,
then men might think as mothers think.
	Could you stand the life
	Say of being your own wife?
Dirty dishes do not belong in the sink.

For one week, all men should run the home;
trade places with the cook for a real trip.
	Think of planning every meal,
	mashing potatoes with no peel.
Did you fix the faucet that’s started to drip?

You’d change the beds and clean the clothes,
of rust, blood, and ink there’d be no trace
	Be a mind reader at times
	solving children’s crimes,
you’d show your children God and his grace.

Part magician, part clown, part traffic cop,
you’d give birth, nurse all who need care.
	Respond to each cry,
	answer every “why?”,
know how to get bubble gum out of hair.

Of the women I’ve known who’ve been mothers
by men they can’t be supplanted.
	Trade-offs are fun to ponder
	and can make us wonder
why on earth men take mothers for granted.


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: adventure, birth, blessing, humor,

Earth Round

There once was a messiah with crown
so heavy it caused him to frown
when he gave it away
some folks say to this day
it grew lighter while revolving around.

There once were most men with dementia
so heavy it caused them homophobic hornetia
when they co-operated away
women say to this day
they grew brighter while playing relentia.

There once was a species competitive
so heavy it paused their revolving co-operative,
when ego turned round
then eco rewound
and Earth grew collaterally revolutative.

There once was a Julian Jaynes,
he noticed our bicameral brains
our Left sends petitions
to Right's prime time conditions
so confluent brains think thru Memory's long strains.

There once was a Kuhn with a thistle
to explode seductive reason's reductive whistle,
he said transitions revolve
faster than status quo paradigms evolve
producing a more optimally cooperative new epistle.

There once was a Buckminster Fuller
who found competing economics quite politically duller
than intelligent co-operatives
for networking our ReGeneratives
to grow optimal Tipping Point rudders.

There once was a speaker of Tao
who noticed nature's patterns of Time,
he said that our space
carries time's bicameral memory of place
a Win-Win polynomial function of spacetime
or Lose-Lose monopolistic dysfunction of time's rhyme.

There once was a Gregori Perelman
who listened to Group Theory's binomial Time span
he stuck in a zero
and out plopped a Zen hero
for mythically logical transexual fans.

There once was a Clay Math dissonance
challenging polynomially irrational informance
it took a long time
to hear monomial's rhyme
Left's binomial balance evolves Right's polypathic abundance,
confluence,
wu-wei-ance
MidWayence.

There once was a mathematician named Euler
who thought of time's space as co-ruler
prime relational function
forms places with gumption
convex over concave, zero eco-logic of Fuller.

We once were Yang rulers with crowns
so full YinYin co-arisingly frowned,
she begged for contentment
defined double-bound contentious-mint
to TipTop her smile 'fore She drowns.

We once struggled against pre-millennial Left-brain dominance
refusing to struggle with PostMillennial CoResonance
when we gave ego away
P=NP as spacetime's PolyEcoCultural Way
evolved enlightenment co-operating a round.

There once were co-messiahs with competing crowns
so heavy they caused us to wilt and frown
when we gave ego away
some ecocentric folks say Earth day
grew enlightened while solsticing around.

We once were all Yangers with crowns
so heavy they competitively frowned
when we mid-sized them away,
spacetime's eco-cultural way,
we rebirthed enlightenment, 
co-arising a TransParent Ground
as BiLateral Rivers Abound.


Poem Details | by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: animals, funny,

Rabbits' Habits

There's one thing I've noticed about rabbits

   And that's their very prolific habits

      Their birth rate they could reduce

         Should Brer Hare Cease to seduce

            And banned from places Miz Hare inhabits

Robert LHinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


Poem Details | by Deb Wilson |
Categories: love, passion

Splendor On The Beach

Two lovers are walking the sand
Each gazing at their wedding band
Their deeply felt love
Sent  down from above
Has been touched by God's mighty hand

He peers into her lovely eyes
As slowly the sun starts to rise
The splendor of knowing
Their vast love is showing
Completes them,they do realize

She places her hand on his chest
And whispers that she loves him best
Her kisses are sweet
As his heart skips a beat
They both know their union is blessed



By Deb Wilson
for contest"Loveland Limerick"
sponsored by Linda -Marie--sweetheart of PS
inspired by picture #JT 76969



Poem Details | by Roxanna Ressler |
Categories: love, me, love, me,

Just like them

Play me a classic love song
like walk the line
hold onto me tightly
So that I know you are all mine.

Show me love,
like Do Little and Loretta Lynn
tell me you're story
and about the places you've been.

Say you will always love me
like Dolly Parton 
know I will always stand by you
amongst the chaos, through and through

Don't let my blue eyes cry in the rain
like Willy Nelson
don't let me go, always stay with me
and eternal happiness we will share..I guarantee

By: Lady Constance


Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: heaven, life, love,

THIRSTY SOUL






                 There was a thirsty soul on the earth plane

                  That never stopped for water to complain 

                           To all places went to search  

                        For her thirst desired to quench, 
 
                Distressed, to heaven soared dew to obtain! 





                          ©    Demetrios Trifiatis
                                 07 November 2015







Poem Details | by Shani Fassbender |
Categories: nostalgia,

1968 Mustang

I still have dreams of my favorite car
It took me to places not really far
On some days it would not start
One day it just fell apart
So few moments we were on par



Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: funny, love,

A Fight to Delight

In a snowy wintry Glen one night
Two in love in a snowball fight
One chases the other
Warm places are smothered
Yep, the ones that are so out of sight

Back to their warm Lodge they both go
To recover what's left of the snow
Undressed to delight
As their clothes take flight
They now lie by the fireside glow









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-6.php


Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: humor,

Nettled

There is a young lady whose name is Nette
On a computer she places a bet
She opens accounts online
While drinking a glass of wine
Her passwords she forgets and gets upset


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Inspired by Nette's password comment!
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Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: fun,

A Bikini Ballet



Once knew this sweetie from Malibu Sure trade places with her, wouldn't you Sun and sand every day Girls doing a bikini ballet Died and gone to Heaven, merci beaucoup © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Joseph May |
Categories: animal,

hilly Billy

I had a goat whose name was Billy
who grazed in places that were hilly
he never complained
in sunshine or rain
and he even ate all of the lilies

But one day Billy got into the pot
and then he stumbled around like a sot
He ate all my weed
he was greedy indeed
 So now he is stewing with the carrots   


Poem Details | by Dom- X- |
Categories: funny,

riverside blues

I knew a fellow Locked in his own mind
Everything around him was colorblind
  The right places 
  The right faces.
Were the only correct things he could find?


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: life, sad

Our Lost Women

The oldest trade in historical times
In many places it still is a crime
     Defrocked from their gowns
     Some even took it lying down 
It's the sad ladder of life some climb






http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-11.php


Poem Details | by Enik Fox |
Categories: happiness

Break of Day

Walking down the dark hallway
Wishing for the break of day

For light to penetrate
All the places that I hate

Filling them with bright white light
Driving out all fear or fright

Keeping beasts at bay
Letting me frolic and play

Going into vast black spaces
Making them well lit places

All is cheerful and bright
Filling my heart with delight

Kicking out my inner demons
Who torment my without rhyme nor reason

I see the sun peak over the sky
All terrible feelings are let go to fly

No more burdens no more pain
All possessing spirits have been slain


Poem Details | by Franklin Price |
Categories: age,

I Still Muse

I Still Muse
By Franklin Price
9/20/2016

I still muse of places exotic
My thoughts may turn to erotic
If I visit somehow
As I'm much older now
The reality often quixotic


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: humorous,

Am Already Available

Am Already Available

A Am already available
B Have been and am still able
C Could consider taking a chance
D Did finally learn how to dance
E Was exceptional when a kid
F Found they said I flipped my lid
G Learned what gravity of it was
H After I had received a horrible buzz
I  She indicated that I was an idiot
J And joked about it quite a bit
K Had become king of the ball
L Looks like everyone left the hall
M Made in heaven my love had been
N Around block took her for a spin
O Places on hill were occupied
P Put best forward and call me pie-eyed.
Q Quaintly we become well acquainted
S For my sweet behavior I was sainted
T With tiny toys tinkered around
U That made an undulating sound
V It seemed like for a various reason
W I would start all of my wheezing
Y  Yet as youthful as I would be
Z Zipped to zoo where animals love me.

Jim Horn

Let me see one of your alphabet poems.


Poem Details | by Israel Cohen |
Categories: africa, body, imagery, language,

Aphrodite as an Anthropomorphic Map

The goddess we call Aphrodite
Is not just an old Grecian deity.
  The Phoenicians did make
  Her a mapIt's not fake.
Her body is cartograffiti.

The Punic war destroyed her face, 1
The Romans left nary a trace.
  But her hair is still there,
  In Sahara, that's where2
And her chin's a Tunisian place3

MtAtlas is her first verTebra4
Her backbone is now Gulf of Sidra5
  Her heart is in Libya, 6
  Her left leg, Somalia7
Her breast is in Chad wearing no bra8

The Greeks called her liver Egypt, an' 9
Her kidney was Biblical Goshen10
  She's bent at her waist,
  Now Misr-ably placed11
The Red Sea was her menstruation12

As a kid I did think the Red Sea
Was an English map typo: lost E,
  From Reed Sea in Hebrew.
  But that could not be true,
Mare Rubrum 'twas Latin, B.C.

Aphrodite with Hermes did sin,
We know this is true 'cause within
  Her "snatch" we call Sinai 13
  His "zaiyin" does still lie14
It's known as the desert of Zin.

Notes

Anthropomorphic maps were generated by configuring the body of a god or goddess over the area to be mappedThe name of each body part became the name of the area under that partThis produced a map-without-paper on which each name indicated its approximate location, direction & size with respect to other places on the same map.

  1 The Romans destroyed Carthage during the 3rd Punic WarIn Hebrew, 
     "face" is PaNim.
  2 In Hebrew, "hair" is Sa3aR (using 3 for the letter aiyin).
  3 Tunis is a reversal of SaNTir, the Hebrew word for chin.
  4 The Atlas is the first cervical vertebra that supports the skull.
  5 In Hebrew, SHiDRa is spine, backbone.
  6 The Semitic term for "heart" is LeB.
  7 In Hebrew, "left" is S'MoL.
  8 In Hebrew, "breast" is SHaD.
  9 As in ancient Greek hepato- (liver).
10 The ancient shin had a T-soundGimel often has a K-sound in other 
     languagesSo, GoSHeN sounded like QiTNiot (beans)Goshen was her 
     bean-shaped kidney.
11 Arabic Misr & Hebrew MiTZRaim are derived from  Semitic TZaR (narrow).
     The waist is the narrow part of the body.
12 The Red Sea was Mare Rubrum in LatinIn Hebrew, it is Yam SooF = 
     Sea of ReedsSooF reverses the sound of PoS (female pudenda, p_ssy).
13 In Hebrew, Sinai sounds like it had an aleph after the nunGiving the 
     aleph its ancient CHS sound makes Sinai sound like "snatch", a reversal 
     of K'NiSah = entrance (to her body).
14 Zaiyin means weapon in HebrewIt is a euphemism for the male member.


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

In One Spot Concentrated

Thankyou And Farewell - Charmaine Chircop's Blog

In One Spot Concentrated

My poems in one spot are concentrated;
Should I either have waited or hesitated;
So to pass test,
What will be best?
Be put in other places I contemplated.

Jim Horn

Charmaine has her poems all over the place.
Her name reminds me of Charlemagne.


Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Should Think About This

Should Think About This

What they were doing was running interference,
For how to rules we can always obtain adherence;
Thought for a while,
Then they did compile
Ways to manage things requiring security clearance.

Some say that when you have sewn stitches,
Which have been in your bright colored britches;
Here and there;
Even when bare;
Create and cause places that always itches.

Each and every dark door had been closed;
Things were conducted in secrecy we supposed;
Could clearly see,
They did not agree;
Were embarrassed and they came out red-nosed.

Sounded like they had been lying to the hilt,
And we knew of course what up would be  built;
Does seem apparent,
Ability was inherent,
For possessing feelings containing much guilt.

Jim Horn