Limerick Poems About Sorrow | Sorrow Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: silly,

Hoodlum-Triple collaboration with Jan Allison and Marti Sutherland

I followed that cad Robyn Hood 
and discovered he's up to no good 
An expert at cheating 
bad mouthing and bleating 
His actions I've not understood

Oh how awful that folks feel so glum
Many now call him Robyn Hoodlum
He's a raunchy thief
who brought them to grief
He preyed on the blind, deaf, and dumb

Robyn has folks dancing like Muppets 
He loves to treat them like puppets 
He tugs at their strings 
and then clips their wings 
No wonder their confidence plummets

Heard the sheriff will arrest him soon
Robyn will be singing a new tune
While sitting in jail
He will cry and wail
In sorrow for acting like a goon

Sheriff found out Robyn is a girl
Her real name is Antoinette Pearl
Robyn Hoodlum wed
Now the sheriff is dead
and Robyn is engaged to an earl

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Fairytale plot by Jan Allison, Marti Sutherland, and Lin Lane


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 Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: beautiful, lonely, moon,

WITHOUT YOU


Staring at the shy pale moon*  
I came to realize rather soon  
That without you on my side 
My sorrow wasn’t able to hide      
That bright night of month June!

  

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    27 MARCH 2014


*Inspired by a Limerick written
  by Mystic Rose! 


Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: emotions, epic, life,

Disapointment from Impotence

Striking beauty from a dinner gown and the jean
the absolute chase of sorrow through the dry gin
cursed is the hopeful bed and night
mockery on masculine might
the whole stays wonderful but bad is the engine.


Poem Details | by vernon burke |
Categories: dedicationold, old,

WAY BACK WHEN

WE ALWAYS WILL REMEMBER WHEN
THEY DIDN'T LIKE US WAY BACK THEN
BUT THE OLD WAYS FADE SOMEHOW
AND THEY REALLY DO LIKE US NOW
NOTHING BUT A BUNCH OF KIDS
JUST DOING WHAT WE'RE TOLD
WE NEVER HEARD OF VIETNAM
JUST TAKING ORDERS FROM THE MAN
MOST DIDN'T LIKE US WAY BACK THEN
AND COMING BACK FELT LIKE A SIN
WE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WE DID
TO MAKE THEM MAD AT A BUNCH A KIDS
BUT THE OLD WAYS FADE SOMEHOW 
AND THEY REALLY DO LIKE US NOW
NOW AT BARS AND GAMES
AT STORES AND PICNICS TOO
WE WEAR OUR HATS TO SHOW OUR STANCE
FOR WHAT WE DID FOR YOU
AND NOW THEY STOP AND SAY
WITH SOME SORROW AND DISMAY
THANK YOU SIR FOR WHAT YOU DID
WAY BACK WHEN YOU WERE JUST A KID
YES THE OLD WAYS CHANGE SOMEHOW 
AND THEY SURE AS HECK LIKE US NOW
AND YES, WE REALLY DO APPRECIATE THAT
O YES, WE TRULY DO APPRECIATE THAT
AND YES THE OLD WAYS FADE SOMEHOW 
AND YES THEY TRULY DO LOVE US NOW


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: fun, humorous,

HOODLUM TRIPLE COLLABORATION WITH LIN LANE AND MARTI SUTHERLAND


I followed that cad Robyn Hood and discovered he's up to no good An expert at cheating bad mouthing and bleating His actions I've not understood Oh how awful that folks feel so glum Many now call him Robyn Hoodlum He's a raunchy thief who brought them to grief He preyed on the blind, deaf, and dumb Robyn has folks dancing like Muppets He loves to treat them like puppets He tugs at their strings and then clips their wings No wonder their confidence plummets Heard the sheriff will arrest him soon Robyn will be singing a new tune While sitting in jail He will cry and wail In sorrow for acting like a goon Sheriff found out Robyn is a girl Her real name is Antoinette Pearl Robyn Hoodlum wed Now the sheriff is dead and Robyn is engaged to an earl ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11-01-17 Fairytale plot by Jan Allison, Marti Sutherland, and Lin Lane