Limerick Poems About Thank you | Thank you Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by James Marshall Goff |
Categories: funnywinter, winter,

No Winter This Year!.... No! None At All!

NO WINTER THIS YEAR! NO NONE AT ALL!

no winter this year, no! none at all!
the ducks dilly dally, honeybees in the fall!

my dry cleaners said "no need for your coat!
I'll get to it when, I dock my sailboat!"

anthills getting bigger, their soldiers don't hurry!
I checked the forecast, no chance of a flurry!

the blueberry tea, I've been served alfresco,
stays quite piping hot! thank you Ernesto!

my finest snow angel, about to appear,
must take a raincheck! with Santa's Reindeer!

the heavens above, must surely have reasons,
postponing ice fishing, and blurring the seasons!

I'll wait two more weeks, before I declare!
"remove thin-ice signs! steep drop-off beware!"


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: funny

Accept my Apologies

I’m sorry that I had to rob a bank
To buy your lavish aquarium tank
     Starkist rejects share a cell
     And Charlie’s begun to smell
Our debtors’ prison is bleak to be frank

If you can find a way to make my bail
Criminal activity I’ll curtail
     I’ll acquiesce to your wish
     Bid adieu to this foul fish
And worship you like you’re the Holy Grail

I’ll never mention the credit card fees
That swelled from your holiday shopping sprees
     You’ll find I’m truly contrite
     For snoring all through the night
And inadvertently cutting the cheese

Can you forgive me? I don’t deserve you
You’re the cream of the crop; I am just pooh
     Thank you for pointing this out
     Let’s put an end to this bout
To make reparations, I’ll ingest bamboo


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: confusion, lifewords, me, world,

Slam Hurts!!!!!....

                 Slammed by
Mother...President...Teacher...Poet...&...Form


            A MOTHERS LOVE
Mother always called me a lousy kid, with a shove
I was the only kid she wanted to get rid of
On my head she always smacked me hard.
She would always slam me calling  me a retard
My mother gave me the best slamming love.

((( my mother the best slammer there ever was)))
_______________________________________________
           WE ARE THE WORLD
Slam back at any country, at any given event
I feel bad for any so called President.
"WE THE PEOPLE" the Republic and the Democrat.
Slamming each other talking crap
In a world full of slam and argument.

((( The world toughest fight is slam not war )))
_______________________________________________                 
              TEACHERS PET
Our teachers kept on and on how we where wrong with a fuzz.
She just stood there and slammed each and everyone of us.
Making us write an essay on broken rules.
Kept us all after school calling us stupid fools
Who knew teachers where allowed to slam and cuss?

((( Teachers words of slam can ruin any future )))
______________________________________________
             ROAD BLOCK
Have you ever heard of a poet blocker.
All they are is a slam stocker
They over abuse their blocking right.
Trying to make other poets fight.
Always trying to slam a point across, like a mocker.

((( Hating against any form of poetry is a slam it self )))
_____________________________________________
            JUDGING CONTEST
Can you guess that slam is just a risky business
Picking out the best slam words from the rest.
Testing out a form we don't know how to let it  flow.
Darn the soup for putting slam on the box below.
Even the best have join my slamming contest.

((( Thank you Soup for SLAMMING us with your A-Z list-form)))
_____________________________________________


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: children, humor, nonsense,

SOMETIMES THINGS II

There’s this little girl who just picks on her nose

not only with fingers, but also her toes.

She could never be stopped;

picks and spins like a top

till fin’ly she finds it, she flicks and it goes.





Sylllable count: 11 / 11 / 6 / 6 /11

NOTE: To our beloved Soupers, thank you for being a good sport and bearing with our extreme nonsenseThe above pic is owned by the Wulfman,  who issued us the challenge of coming up with a limerick based on the pic Please be assured that while I fully enjoyed rising to the challenge, this does not mean that I have abandoned the more sensible writesFor any concerns, please, may I direct you to his office Love, Kim:-)

Please check John Wulf, Tim Smith and Jan Allison's take on the theme:

1http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/sometimes_things_687533
2http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/result_687536
3http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/johns_little_girl_limy_687557
4http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/green_meany___for_tim_smith_and_john_wulf_687590


Poem Details | by Charles Henderson |
Categories: on writing and words,

Why I Don't Like Slam

Excuse me please, pardon me, thank you ma’am.
Hold the door, turn the cheek, that’s who I am.
Facetiousness, so sad,
By any name is bad.
Hateful pretense is why I’m against slam.

Jul 17 2010 For Dane's "anti slam" contest


Poem Details | by George Hammond |
Categories: adventure, angst, car, culture,

Driving the streets of Mumbai

The streets of Mumbai have a different motif, 
That will fill your head with complete disbelief
The rules that you know,
Will all be too slow,
As you flutter around like a leaf.

The torment of traffic starts when you go,
Cuz whatever you do you just cannot know.
They zim and zam,
And thank you ma’m,
Your wits about you, you’ll just have to show.

Lane markers if any are completely a scam,
In the space you may fit with a slight bam-bam.
On the left and the right,
It will seem quite a sight,
But it will keep you out of a jam

The motto of course is “Might has Right”
Doesn’t matter if you’re dumb or if yer bright.
Get out of my way,
Is to survive today,
And heavens don’t stop for a light.

Approaching a turn on the left you’ll stay, 
But it’s likely to cause your head to sway.
Horns will sound, 
But don’t look around,
Or in the middle you’ll be of the fray.

Tuk-tuks by the thousands are chief,
As they ply the streets like a thief.
On a prayer and a song,
You’ll drive real strong,
And a safe journey you’ll have with relief!


Poem Details | by Shannon Deane |
Categories: people

My Table of Four

Excitement bubbles throughout the air
Delighted to see so many there
A chance to meet three 
Passionate like me
Welcoming sweethearts who believe that's rare


Inspired by three individuals who have welcomed me to Poetry Soup with open arms, 
love and support, thank-you for everything.

Shannon Deane, James Fraser, Linda-Marie the Sweetheart of P.Sand HGarvey Daniel 
Esquire respectively


Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: freedom, god, people,

THEE LORD PAY THE BILL




                Once upon a time Man asked God Free Will

                For he thought that it would be such a thrill

                     God gave Man what he asked for

                       Then Man asked a little more:

                 Me, do as I please, Thee Lord, pay the bill! 

 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
     18 November 2015


*ATTENTION this poem was posted yesterday and received eight 
comments and 73 visits, unfortunately my computer did it again and 
deleted it, so I post it again! 
These are my replies to the comments received:

11/19/2015 1:32:00 AM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Neither did I, my friend, M.M., however I wished to stress the fact that Man asks God to do everything for him but Man on the other hand is not willing to do as much for GodI know you are a very upright critic therefore your comment is a vote of confidence that I have succeeded without revering less our LORD! Thank you, Marugu Mo, for your visit and comment!! "
 
 11/18/2015 6:31:00 PM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Yes, the ultimate price He paid for us, dear dianeThe question is: How grateful are we for His sacrifice? Thank you! "
 
 11/18/2015 6:29:00 PM Your reply to a comment: 
 "My dearest brother, David, so gracious of you to visit and commentThank you very much!"
 
 11/18/2015 6:28:00 PM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Kim, my dear, thank you so very much for your lovely visit and comment! Hugs!"
 
 11/18/2015 6:27:00 PM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Yes, He did! Didn't he? But have we learned? Thank you dearest Alexis, for your delightful visit and comment!"
 
 11/18/2015 6:26:00 PM Your reply to a comment: 
 "So pleased to visit me, pal! Thank you for your commentYou are so right!"
 
 11/18/2015 9:34:00 AM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Thank you dearest, Catie for your precious visit!"
 
 11/18/2015 8:27:00 AM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Thank you, Silent One, for your comment."
 
 11/18/2015 8:26:00 AM Your reply to a comment: 
 "Thank you so much, Broken WingsYou so kind!" 


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

Virgin Wool

He claimed it was made of fine virgin wool!

   I exclaimed, "Really!  Wow! You sure?  No Bull?"

      I care not re the sex life of a sheep.

         I bought it because it was mighty cheap.

            Thank you Little Bo Peep for three bags full!

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


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: creation, culture, dark, environment,

Professor Gorey

Professor Gorey
always had a story
filled wit guts and grim
til most folks around these parts
those with their full share of smarts
asked her where she grows her monocultural glory.

Grim Reaper
is not my heart's keeper
and I thank you so for asking
just what I see as our life tasking,
to face our fears as permanent sleepers.

Professor Gorey
how could your story
of climatic strangulations
and cataclysmic slaughter of multiple reiterations
do other than make us snorey?

Story can wake you up
if you drink them with half-full inducting cup
rather than gulping with competition
while choking for potential cooperation
between what's contracting down whys expanding up.

What is this mystery
we cannot see?
of breathing ego down while eco-up,
soothing prickly cats for playing gooey pups,
confusing what might become
with how we choose to be?

You've asked me well
so I must tell,
my deep gory fertile mystery
of permaculture ecosystemic history
is what makes our regenerating health 
co-evolve so cooperatively swell,
overcoming cognitive-affective bicameral-dissonance hell.


Poem Details | by FATHIMA DAWOOD |
Categories: for children, thank you,

Thank You!

What sweet relief it is to see
How very well life can be
With water and power and all things Good
I thank you God for making life so smooth
All by your very own decree!


Poem Details | by JACQUELYN STURGE |
Categories: happiness, people, life,

OPRAH'S BIG GIVE


If you're like me and love charity
past Sunday nights were a sight to see,
It was Oprah's Big Give
and as long as I live,
I've not seen so many folks set free.


Some were freed from debt they could not pay
some got transport to go on their way,
Others had dreams come true
and I enjoyed them too,
This was an awesome show I must say.


A sick man got his mortgage paid off
before the "Big Give" his life was tough,
But he's happy today
with his kids he could play,
No more worries for he had enough.


Many more people were also blessed
as they were saved from a life of stress,
So I thank you Oprah
for starting this shower,
Now we'll all give whether more or less.


Poem Details | by John E WordSlinger |
Categories: funny

Royal Jelly On King Size Slaves

I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this worldWe live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past,  and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we dieI also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..

Thank you, and my your God Bless you

John E WordSlinger


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: weather,

El Ninjo Is The Reason



They're predicting the warmest winter on record El Ninjo is the reason, oh thank you dear Lord Will wear shorts all winter But must protect my mister The price of an implant I really can't afford © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: friendship, fun, poetry,

LOVELY LLAMA - collaboration

A lovely Llama called Lin Got her head stuck in a bin She gave a shy yelp We all dashed to help And tended the cut on her chin She’s got such a pretty white coat It’s much softer than that of a goat Her poetry is divine How I wish it were mine Then I’d be able to smile and gloat WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON Lin the llama is grateful to have such kind friends She'll send thank you notes when her chin mends Not a dim llama ~ she can spell And signs her name with "L.L." Now she hosts parties for her friends on weekends WRITTEN BY LIN LANE L.Lthe llama is pretty smart And she has a very kind heart People like her verses And she never curses Her poems are works of art WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART Her "time" has been late for a llama A dead rabbit hints she is a mama With tears she orates As her belly inflates With so much mama llama drama! WRITTEN BY ROGERPAT ADAMS 08-14-17 Lin the llama when its time for bed wears red pyjamas so the song said But that’s just a cute rumour. (Lin's got a sense of humour) she wears nothing but a smile instead! WRITTEN BY SEREN ROBERTS L.L is pregnant! Ring it from the bell tower We'll have a llama party for a baby shower Decorations of pink and blue Will you come? Oh please do Congratulations, LinYou're llama of the hour WRITTEN BY MARTI SUTHERLAND Lin was tired from her extended girth Soon it was time for her to give birth She gave birth to cute twins Now her trouble begins Their sweet antics are sure to bring mirth WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON They both looked exactly the same So cute but it still was a shame When one made a mess She had to confess She wasn’t sure which one to blame WRITTEN BY CHRIS GREEN Lovely llama has been looking cool. Since the pregnancy ruined her wool, All her wool she's shaved off, and should anyone scoff, she'll say, "Llamas need follow no rule!" WRITTEN BY ANDREA DIETRICH Lin llama is a classic poet, Writing rhymes is her forte, you bet, She named one twin Ben, Another was Ken, Now she plans to add Glen to the set. WRITTEN BY JO DANIEL Oh Lin Llamas troubles now begins having to cope with troublesome twins, though she may cry and shout love will be in no doubt even when they're doing naughty things. WRITTEN BY ROY PETTS PLEASE SOUP MAIL ME YOUR POEM IF YOU WANT TO JOIN IN THE COLLABORATION 08-15-17/


Poem Details | by John E WordSlinger |
Categories: on writing and words

The Centuries King

I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this worldWe live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past,  and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we dieI also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..

Thank you, and my your God Bless you

John E WordSlinger


Poem Details | by Lisa Ricci |
Categories: moving on,

No Money Found for Anne-Marie Coreggia

"No Money Found"

I woke to feeling ill so I called out sick
The frig was bare with nothing but a fish stick
Looking to my purse for cash
I knew I had no stash
To the bank I go with nothing but lipstick

Once at the bank I heard this loud rushing sound
The bank being robbed we were told "hit the ground"
With my life placed in my bag
this turned to be a snag
The doors closed and I still had no money found

SkyWatcher  -  05-13-17


This is a true story Several years back I woke up feeling ill so I called out sick I truly had nothing in the refrigerator or in the cabinets So I went to get my purse thinking I would go to the nearest convenience store to get some juice and crackers You guessed it My purse was bare I didn't even have one dollar on me So the next thought was to go to the bank and withdraw twenty dollars Well that point was mute I was literally in the bank less than one moment making out a withdrawal slip when I heard and felt this loud rushing noise It was three robbers entering They told us "this is a robbery everyone on the floor"  two robbers stayed in the lobby while the third jumped the counter to get money There were some words exchanged but no one was harmed They did however have guns When the robbers left the bank doors were immediately closed and locked and we patrons were held in the bank for an hour being questioned by the feds and bank representatives If that wasn't bad enough we were told we all had to go to the police station and fill out a report We were now detained for another two hours It was draining and exhausting Also believe it or not when all was done I still had no money on me and still felt sick I guess that taught me..(lol) Further to add to this story Several years later I was in the same bank doing my banking and I heard a teller and a patron talking of this story of the bank robbery and that the robbers were finally caught I chimed in to say did I hear you correctly They said yes The teller said do you know of the robbery or the robbers "Know the story" I said I was there when it happened The teller was surprised and wanted to know more Funny.. Well you guessed it again, that was the last time I called out sick(lol)  This is all true including the robbers finally getting caught Thank you 

Note to Anne-Marie Coreggia Thank you Anne-Marie for pushing me and challenging me to attempt another Limerick I hope this was ok and acceptable I'll keep trying.


Poem Details | by Amber Bloom |
Categories: thank you,

Thanks to all my poetry pals

Oh Look, Oh see!
What is here for me?
Not a letter, not a package.
But a comment, I can see!

Oh sweet, how nice!
I have to read it twice.
What a wonderful little comment,
Only a few words do suffice

Thank you, thank all.
I do hope you hear my call.
Thank you for your dear, kind words,
That make me feel ten feet tall

P.SThis is just a small token of my appreciation for everyone who has read, rated, and commented on my poetryThank you all so much-A.B


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

Blocks View of His Feet

Blocks View of His Feet

Trump not only is total loss but also complete;
Speaks same words several times and will repeat;
Ignorant sign off;
Retarded slightly above,
And big belly does block view of his both feet.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC 28422

4385 cdd Pick Pocket Preacher
Thursday August 3, 2017
Volume 18 Number 155

Today's Author: Pastor Bill

Christian Cross Ministries Participant TSfrom Republic, Missouri contributed financially in support of today's cddThank you - PTL! pb

Scripture: Leviticus 19:13
"You shall not cheat your neighbor, nor rob him" NKJV

A Note of interest from Pastor Bill
Our expansion of Cross planting throughout the world has been a wonderful blessingBut along with expansion comes challengesPastor Cosmas from Nairobi, Kenya traveled for us to the Congo planting 2 crosses and experienced major spiritual oppositionHis journey took 3 times longer than planned and spiritual opposition was stiffBut the Lord prevailedTwo Crosses were planted in the Congo "Declaring God's Glory." Upon his return Pastor Cosmas found that his pictures were corruptedJust another example of the opposition from our enemyThe pictures you will see for this Cross were sent during construction and are not the best qualityBut as always "To God Be all the Glory." Please continue to pray for the 90 Crosses --- we are just beginning --- our entire team needs your prayerpb Cross Giving Click Here

Hello, my name is Uwbikiye Jean Pierre with the Church of God, Goma, CongoI was born in a family of eight childrenWe were five boys and three girlsMy father died while I was still young, I am the sixth in our familySo, we were left with my mother, life was difficult and challengingI felt strangled by poverty so I ran away from home when I was fifteen and became a street boyOn the street, I was introduced to drugs, unclean living and stealingThis became my way of life for five years

When I was twenty a preacher came to my home town of Goma with a Christian CrusadeThe street gangs were excitedA large crowd was just what we needed to get drug money by picking pocketsWe all gathered at the crusade and dispersed among the peopleBut for me this day would be differentThis day I heard what the preacher was sayingHe talked of the love of God and he said that love verses hate is a choiceMy life was full of anger, bitterness and hateI had never experienced love in my life

For the first time, I was very attentive to every word the preacher saidIt was as though he was talking only to me amid all the peopleI knew I was there to pick pockets but I couldn't do itThe more I heard the more love filled me until I was overflowingThe preacher reached the end of his talk and asked, "Does anyone want to live this kind of love with Jesus Christ? If so come forward." I rushed forward and gave my life to Jesus.

Local pastors from all over the city were invited to the meetingWe were asked to find a pastor near where we livedI didn't know any of the pastors so I asked around and found one from my local Church of GodIt was close by and I became committed to it.

At first it was not easy for me because my friends tried to pull me back to the street with drugs and stealingBut I was determined not to let go of the love of Jesus

To make a long story short, my friends started calling me the church rat --- meaning the church was everything to me and became my homeI started carrying instruments to different parts of city for crusades, I was helping and participating in every church activity that came alongThe Pastor taught me the skill of carpentry --- he really took me under his wing while mentoring me.

Time came I had to go back to my mother's houseI had to share the love of Jesus with her and my family and ask for forgivenessI walked in a changed man and the entire family received me and joined in loving JesusI met my wife and we were marriedWe started this church two years ago and Jesus has been faithful each step along the way

Thank you, Pastor Bill and Pastor Cosmas, for this CrossIt is so necessary to show our people how much Jesus loved us that He died for us on the Cross.   

You can see a picture of Pastor Jean Pierre (on the right) and Pastor Cosmas with this Cross 


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: happiness,

Where Do I Send The Letter



Clicking on all cylinders, must be the weather Though wetter than usual, this summer's been better For outdoor festivities It curtails activities Not as steamy, where do I send my thank you letter?


Poem Details | by Larry Bradfield |
Categories: humorous,

Make It Thrice

Donald Trump once asked for my advice
On whether he should wed more than twice.
I said,"If God smiles on ya,
You'll wed the sweet Melania.
And make your weddings an even thrice."

Well, he took my advice as you see,
And he never said thank you to me.
But all things considered still -
She looks good up on the hill,
And she can live in our house for free.

9/13/2017
For contest Name Dropper Limerick for Kevin Shaw