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Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: appreciation, friend, poetess,

Jan Allison

Jan Allison

There is a great gal on our ‘Soup’
Renowned in our poetry group
She’s ready to show
How our poems glow
With comments that give us the scoop.

Sincere as she gives us her view
Of writes we submit, old or new
No sooner we post
She’s there like our host
With greetings to look forward to.

Her poetry’s lovely to read
No matter what subject indeed
Some words leave us sad
Some words make us glad
And some provide lessons to heed.

So friendly to all on our site
We love her with all of our might
Although she has woes
Her care she bestows
On others to help with their plight.

© Sandra MHaight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~1st Place~
Contest: Write a Poem
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Judged: 02/11/2015


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: cute love, funny,



There once was a young Cupid named Lyle
who always aimed his arrow with style
with one shot straight as a dart
he hit me and pierced my heart
Aimed for a girl: he missed by a mile.

T.J Grén

6th April, 2016

Inspired by poets who write in many different forms, I've had a go at writing my first ever limerick, which is totally out of my comfort zone.

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: funny, on writing and

A Scolding from My Muse

For Miranda Lambert’s “Inspired” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire

I wanted to write for this contest;
But my muse was staging a protest.
     “Take me to the sea,” it pled,
     “In this house, I languish, dead;
Put me in touch with nature, a forest.”

“Don’t stare at a screen, confined by walls;
Locked inside, my inspiration falls.
     Surely there’s a babbling brook
     Or a valley’s overlook.
Give me something to work with,” muse calls.

“If you fail to respond, I’ll attack
As you’re sleeping in a room black.
     Thoughts you will never recall
     Cannot upon your page fall;
Without me you’re nothing but a hack!”

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


Jan doesn't write iambic pentameter So please don't condescend and mock her We have different styles I bring laughter and smiles Please remember Jan is just an amateur! 30th April 2015

Poem Details | by RALPH TAYLOR |
Categories: funny,

Daylight Savings Crime

We gained an hour, that's fact.

Try to keep your emotions intact!

     I'm not sure how folks feel

     but it's not a big deal

So please don't overreact!

That extra hour is not a big thing.

No matter what excitement it might bring.

     Please don't be surprised,

     cause you must realise

that you'll lose it again in the Spring!

Yeah, an hour ain't really much time,

to write a good Limerick or Rhyme.

     The result, as you see,

     is a shame, shame on me

cause this Limerick is really a crime!

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: humorous,


Thomas was a tosser of the caber Loved to practice in front of his neighbour Oh boy how she would blush When he wiggled his tush For his caber glowed like a lightsabre Just a fun write about the Scottish athletic event of tossing the caber which is practiced at the Scottish Highland GamesThe caber is usually made of larch wood - it is 5.94 tall and weighs 79kg 16th June 2015

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: writing,

My Cousin Chaos

A cousin named Chaos have I (he’s not actually my cousinHe’s like my aunt’s stepson, but I guess I can still call him a cousin, right?)

There’s nothing that he will not try (like the day he let all the chickens loose from the coop and they were running like chickens with their heads cut offIsn’t that an expression or something? Chaos is crazy like those chickens were)

Since he follows no rule (He laughs at me because I try to write perfectly metered limericks and he thinks everyone should just write free and BE free in all they do.)

He got kicked out of school (it was so funnyHe set off the fire alarm and all the kids were running every which way, much like those chickens he let loose in his barnyardNow he is saying he wants to become an anarchist.)

So to anarchy school he’ll apply!

Gosh, he’s rightThis limerick sucksIt’s much more fun having no restrictions, just letting my thoughts go anywhere I want them to take me, kind of like stream of consciousness writing or somethingToo bad I can’t be all surreal-like, then I might make it into the newfangled modern poetry magazinesMost people don’t even consider limericks to be real poemsDANG it, I feel another one coming on.

Cousin Chaos, I now do hear tell
That you’ve found a new school, so learn well
Your anarchy ways.
In limerick phase
I’ll be stuck while you give people hell.

CrapEven trying to write like Chaos, I just can’t do itI just keep conforming to rules of poetry forms like limerickI just know my cousin will be laughing his chicken head off when he reads thisYeah, the old chicken motif againAlways relating things togetherSo much for Chaos! I’m outta here.

Written chaotically last week sometime for contest of same name

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

Ogling Owglet

*This silly limerick was inspired by James Fraser He often compares himself to an 
eagle and I had an attachment to an owl that used to live in my backyard He 
challenged me to write a poem on a combination of the two:  "Owglet."  This one's 
for you, James!

Ogling Owglet flew to the Bahamas

To catch a glimpse of Bahama Mamas

     So sexy they seemed
    But, boy, he turned green

They traded in his nest for Obama's

Poem Details | by Broken Wings |
Categories: poetry, writing,

Limerick 6 - Song Bird

I write of sad things in my life for you, And win sometimes first place and this is true; Some hate my weeping words, That I write like a song bird; So I give me, a compliment or two. _________________________ June 20, 2015 Limerick Inspiration Quote: "When you cannot get a compliment in any other way, pay yourself one." Mark Twain For the contest, Write with the Wit of Twain Sponsor, Andrea Dietrich Seventh Place

Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: muse,

Write with the Wit of Twain

The Wit of Twain I recollect, Pa always used to say There is no pay if you don’t stop your play Maybe figured I'd learned Knowledge not given but earned Life is a success if you don’t delay © 6/20/2015
Mark Twain Quote:*The secret of getting ahead is getting started. Contest Name: Write with the Wit of Twain Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

Poem Details | by Shane Cooper |
Categories: tribute,

A Poem For Jan

There was a hot poet called Jan
Who one day developed a plan
By hook or by crook
She’d write a kid’s book
And a lizard love story began

A lizard meets a pretty girl
Their tongues in unison unfurl
On a mossy rock
Their lives interlock
Together in love they now curl

for my so talented friend

Poem Details | by William Robinson |
Categories: funny, history, on writing


Young Shakespeare didst say to his tutor,
"Methinks I wouldst be much astuter,
And per chance, I wouldst say,
Mightest write a screen play,
If some fool wouldst invent the computer."

Poem Details | by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories: funny, grief, pain, poems,

Ask Marugu Mo

Where do all the great poets go?
If you ask me so, I would say, "I don't know"
There must be some hidden pain
Writing poems relieves their brain
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the river, ask the melting snow
They may say, " He was just here
With his grief - eyes full of tears"
Writing poems does not pay also

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the sun, ask the shining rainbow
They may say, " He was just here
Got caught with his write - in fear"
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the moon, ask Marugu Mo
There are problems in their life
They can't help but face the strife
Writing poems does not pay also


P.S: Poet Marugu Mo, himself is  a great poet and his name rhymed with my poem nicelyA great poet can only give us some idea where the others have gone, so I have used his name in the title tooMy respectful greetings to Poet Marugu Mo and my dedication goes to him.

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: body, humorous, lust, political,


A politician called Ronald Dump Loves to pat pretty girls on the rump At a peachy pert tush All his brains turn to mush His wife floors him – you should see the lump! Fictional write for fun 7th June 2016

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


My penchant for writing was showing The comments I received were ‘glowing’ But at the end of the day I get another N/A My success in contests is slowing! WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON ON 1st September 2016 PLEASE FEEL FREE TO PUT YOUR CONTRIBUTION IN A COMMENT OR SOUP MAIL IT TO ME Winners winners everywhere but not a one for me Sadness is a heavy burden over my N/A poetry I'll blame all my losses on the judging albatrosses I think I'll toss them all into the depths of the sea WRITTEN BY LIN LANE The contest was posted as judged To open that link, my mouse trudged My write was not there! I knew, with despair, To NA trash bin it was nudged! WRITTEN BY SANDRA HAIGHT Never say never again for time will soon erase that pain Dry your tears ,don't be sad, who is to say what's good or bad Someone else might love your refrain WRITTEN BY BRIAN STRAND I checked the list not once but twice It wasn't there to my suffice I sulk my head Then cry in bed That mean old judge she isn't nice WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH Wrote one that was such fun to read To a contest I posted full speed People thought it a hoot . It was given the boot Tell me what must I do to succeed! WRITTEN BY SEREN ROBERTS I entered a new contest today I didn't make the list, got N/A That has to be so wrong My praise was a mile long The judge was out of it on that day WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y There are contests you'll never win You'll lose before you even begin So don't waste your time With your best rhymes You'll just be tossed in the N/A bin! WRITTEN BY JOSEPH MAY My words meant so much when first written So glowing the praise they were get 'in From the published results I endured such insults That my dream of a Pulitzer lay smitten WRITTEN BY CHARLIE SMITH I once wrote a poem that fit All the contest descriptionsAnd it Was praised with much grace I was hopeful to place, But completely forgot to submit! WRITTEN BY AGNES KRAMPE I put my N/As in a row Was like a long queue to a show! Some resigned shrugging, Bit of sighing ‘n frowning, But such fun, so here again I go! WRITTEN BY SAN WOO For new contests, these poems I write, The others feel my writing is bright, But when the results come out, My name is Nowhere About, For the judge has found it Not Alright. WRITTEN BY JO DANIEL My inspiration for words are on track I pat myself on the back What the hack, I cracked Another N/A I’ve racked No more entries for this maniac WRITTEN BY EVE ROPER As a poet wannabe, and new to this space enthusiastic by a 1-3 place, and grace, I feel bad for the true poets here, My apologies but kiss my rear, This is tongue and cheek, I’m here for the race! Never knew what N/A did mean, As I’m pretty new to the scene, I'm back to support Jan, Now folks that’s a TRUE fan Better limericks I haven’t seen WRITTEN BY MARK PAUL VAN DER MERWE A funny poem I had written Fit I thought for a competition I'd celebrate with bacon - The sponsor was mistaken! A N/A has made me stay hidden WRITTEN BY TEDDY KIMATHI

Poem Details | by Joe Flach |
Categories: funny

Deb's Challenge

There are many poets on Poetry Soup
Deb’s limerick contest has thrown for a loop
Try as they might
They can’t write it right
To Deb it comes out smelling like poop

Deb's instructions I've tried to hit
While writing my own lim-er-ick
Each and every time
I miss the meter and the rhyme
Throw up my hands and exclaim, "Oh.poop"

Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: allegory, anger, perspective, tribute,

life with Trump XVII

The Donald supporters were pissed
But Dorian Gray they have kissed!
Measured in fathoms
Their brains’ empty chasms
All hail the chief narcissist

Author's Note: Sunshine Smile's recent post, "Showtime," inspired me to write thisHer poem really speaks to me    

"The Picture of Dorian Gray" is a philosophical novel by Oscar Wilde, first published complete in the July 1890 issue of Lippincott's Monthly Magazine as described in WikipediaI urge those who are unfamiliar with the story to check out the plot

I do understand people's anger It's unfortunate the rest of us didn't do more to retrain and help the folks between the coasts--like the former coal minersI really liked Bernie SandersHillary was more a representation of the status quoI think she lost the election when she called Donald supporters, "deplorables." She didn't get it

"Make America Great Again," is doublespeak for, "Take advantage of the downtrodden and poor." We all share the same planet and its resourcesThere will be blowback from what we are doing in this countryNo wall or immigration ban will keep us safe from ourselves and what we representWe have not yet embraced sustainability, and I sincerely doubt the richest cabinet in history will have an intent to help minersMine owners are the ones they want to helpStay tuned worldIt is "showtime."

Poem Details | by john freeman |
Categories: love,

Soup drama

Last week featured poetic Drama Like living at home with your momma Poetic, inspiration Perhaps taken vacation So watch your P’s, your Q’s and comma Jack’s Sprat had the nastiest critic Mary said, “You just better quit it!” Jack said, “I may as well split!” Mary’s mad enough to spit Soup is family, don’t you get it!!!! So be kind to your critics Often times they don’t get it Write loving features Appease mad creatures Write of love or forget it ++++++++++++++++++++ For and in honor of Carol Brown And contest: Write it for yourself

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

Slam Hurts!!!!!....

                 Slammed by

            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 )))
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 kash poet |
Categories: funny,

Twice or Thrice Daily

Twice daily,even once will do if you want I can do thrice too, so in this New Year promise to adhere to my wish to write more haiku! ;-) ==================000================

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: humorous,


Two martians they landed on earth Most earthlings gave them a wide berth A photo was taken The image is makin’ a fortune - just think of its worth! Contest Write with the wit of Twain – Andrea Dietrich 06~19~15 If they had not landed there would be some reason for celebrating the fact. Mark Twain

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


  I only had eyes for you when we first met,
  And yes blondes have more fun it's true my pet.
      How we walked hand in hand
      And rolled naked in the sand...
 "**** you! that was my sister - I'm the brunette!"


For the Write with the Wit of Twain contest.

Quote: Under certain circumstances, profanity
           provides a relief denied even to prayer.

                        June 2015

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: community, conflict, crazy, smile,

To the Norm, Truck It

This Scottish guy never cares for the norm It doesn't bother his ass, no matter the form There's too much of this And there's too much of that Please write to the form, or suffer the storm May I add this doesn't conform to the Syllable count.

Poem Details | by Jason Talbott |
Categories: funny, science fictionstar, star,

Star Wars Limericks

I write Star Wars limericks with aplomb.
'Cuz Star Wars is simply the bomb!
But they don't appear
On this nice website here,
They're at Starwarslimericks dot blogspot dot com!

No special effects there, I'm sorry.
A few pictures but nothing too gory.
I start at the beginning
And I keep on spinning
Retelling the whole Star Wars story!

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: funny, girl, humor, imagery,

Lathered to Leathered

Hey barber, give me a shoe and a shine As he's lathered he feels just fine Then he views the shoe shiner Wow, what breasts, nothing finer My hands on them I wish they were mine Young lady, let's spend time in a motel room Get to know each other, vroom vroom I'm married, och, you'll be fine I'll pay, say your working overtime You tell him, the barbers my groom . Challenged to write this based on a joke!

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: poems, poetess, poets, words,

Names on Contests, Yuchers

Once again I write what I think Include your name, hell that stinks It should all be read blind Just imagine the finds Leave the Judges purely in think <*> All contests should be read blind, unless a Workshop named!

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: history, son, god, earth,

The Gods' Family Tree

An Egyptian I never could be,
but since reading of their history,
in limerick form
I now write to inform
my friends of the Gods’ family tree.

From “Waters of Chaos” came Nun,
the only God under the sun.
The first piece of ground
rose up as a mound.
Hun stood there and coughed up a son!

Hun spat out the God of Air, Shu,
and he spat out a cute goddess too.
Tefnut was her name.
Moisture was her fame.
She and Shu beget children - two!

Their son was named Geb; the girl, Nut.
I’m not sure how to say her name, but
I sure like to say
Goddess Sky’s name the way
that rhymes with the famous King Tut.

When he laughed, the son Geb, “God of Earth,”
made the earth shake beneath his great girth.
I think Geb is busy
in modern days, for he
quakes often, for he’s fond of mirth!

For the tale to proceed, there ensued
some more incest, and not to be crude,
Nut, the Goddess of Sky,
got it on with the guy,
King of Earth, and they had a big brood.

There came forth from their coupling,
Queen Isis and a new Earth King,
Osiris, who was
a good king because
he ruled all rebirth, a great thing!

One son, against harmony, came
to kill Osiris, and his name
was Seth; once again
like the story of Cain -
an envious brother to blame.

But Seth got his just desserts when,
having married his Mom Isis, then
he was killed by HIS son,
named Horus, who won
the throne, and so “good” ruled again.

From Seshat to Sekmet to Rah,
Gods were worshipped by ancients with awe.
You’d have worshipped them too
had you been born to do
your poems on papyrusHa ha.

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: appreciation, for her, funny,

Advice Adviser

I'm retired but do I still have a life Yes, sexual adviser I am to my wife But if I say try this It'll be totally bliss If I desire I'll ask for your advice . Challenged to write on the back of a Joke!

Poem Details | by Roy Jerden |
Categories: satire,

Table Hogs

They invade the cafe at first light
Then with latte and laptop held tight
    They seize tables for four
    To let go nevermore
So all others drink coffee upright

With a bored intellectual stare
That one hankers to be Molière
    If he's writing a play
    For a hit on Broadway
Then its plot must involve Solitaire

One's quite the scientific young chap
For which typing is no handicap
   He must write his thesis
   By psychokinesis
Cause the keyboard gets hardly a tap

That one with the big apple fritter
Is researching a mental transmitter
    He's receiving the thoughts
    Of strange cosmonauts
Transferred through Facebook and Twitter

Perhaps you will think I'm pretentious
And more than a little contentious
     But it's just a disgrace
     To monopolize space
And I think that's the general consensus

Poem Details | by Nicola Byrne |
Categories: feelings, for him, fun,

Everything I do, I do it for you

I wanted to write on the seawall

To show him how greatly I did fall:

Everything I do

I do it for you

Realizing Bryan Adams said it all...

Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: fun,

Frank Hank

There was once a daydreamer called Hank.
It was thought that he was just a crank.
He was labelled a con.
His ideas caught on.
Then he ran all the way to the bank.

Quote from Mark Twain: 
“A crank is someone with a new idea, until it catches on.”
Contest: Write with the wit of Twain
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed 3rd

Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: fun, funny, giggle, humor,

Party Foul

One can write limericks on a dime
All you need is some rhythm and rhyme
A quick li'l jest
Now that's the best
Just make sure your joke arrives on time!

(preferably not passed the fifth line)

NOTE: I was gonna post this for the Limerick Contest, but I wrote it a day too any case it was fun nonetheless :)

Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: confusion, funny, health, humor,

The astonishing disappearing act

Proctologists need to write when 
A prescription's called for big ben 
But a doctor equipped
With thermometer quipped
An asshole's walked off with my pen

Poem Details | by michelle prital |
Categories: inspirational, music, song-lyric, me,

The Music In Me

I have a peaceful easy feeling
As I sit and write this poem
Comprising 5 old songs
Which remind me of my home

They show me the importance
They teach me with such grace
To get up every morning 
With a smile on your face

My youth was filled with ballads
Verses I could trust
And we all know what memories bring...
They bring dia-monds and rust

Songs taught me that my friends were
The wind beneath my wings
To treasure and embrace  them
To value what life brings

There's a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in
For me, 'bout sums it up
The hope one feels within

Sometimes a simple sound
Or smell can be so strong
It carries me back light years
To one specific song

And in that song I bask
I know  what each line means
Transcended to the past
Dressed in my tie-dyed jeans.

Eagles            – Peaceful Easy Feeling
Carol King    -  Beautiful
Joan Baez      - Diamonds and Rust
Bette Midler  - Wind Beneath My Wings
Leonard Cohen - Anthemn

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: animals, funny, nature

Ricky the Raccoon

Did you hear about Ricky the Raccoon
Who found a cat who had swooned
He returned it back home
In case, dazed it did roam
His reward, a night on the toon

Francine posted an image on Facebook to write about, this is mine.
To see the image, copy and paste my link below and paste.

Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: cool, fun,

Plain Paul

I once knew a poet named Paul
The English he spoke with a drawl.
His major concern
To write and to learn
To walk with head high and not crawl.


Contest: Sensitive Community
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A.
Placed 3rd

Poem Details | by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson |
Categories: animals, funny, holiday, husband,

Some Limericks...

She’s out there chasing a cricket

Through bush, through shrub & through thicket

Together they hop

Fugitive, cop

But when she gets it, she just wants to lick it!

A cat whose vet took his eye

Just cannot quite understand why

His eye’s been enucleated,

3-D vision reduciated,

So now, he keeps an eye out for an eye

Ya gotta keep limericks loose

Think green eggs, or perhaps DrSeuss

They’re structured, it’s true,

But they’re also a zoo

Whose tenants are all on the loose!

I frolic in fountains of words

Overflowing with serious absurds

Each poem I write

Wakes up and takes flight

Joining angels and faeries and birds

You ask that we write a good limerick

How to do so, I haven’t a glimmerick

So I struggle and frown

Teaching  poems to clown

So a smile on your lips will be shimmerick

A cat with a mouth full of mouse

Brought her feast right into my house

She played with her food

Who was not in the mood

To be a banquet of mouse in the house

The nightmares that shadow my sleep

Stampede the proverbial sheep

Right out of my mind

When I try to unwind

I find my appointment with sleep hard to keep

In her search for original truth

She met people unsavory and couth

She knitted and purled

But only unfurled

Yarns told by new age and old youth

Cat, suddenly pink,

Drinks her water from out of the sink

She looks so absurd

Since she’s been de-furred

I really don’t know what to think!

If one and one is two and two is four,

And there’s only two ways to go through  a door,

Then, is earth up or down?

And, where is down town?

These are questions we need to explore!

A was that is an is

Tried to mind my biz

But I sent it packing,

Its presence was lacking

And I don’t have time for such shiz!

A couple who lived in Los Lunas

Loved the wide desert sky’s crystal blueness

They’d stare at the air,

Over here, over there

And rejoice at the feeling of newness

A cat with a very fat gut

Found it easier to walk on his butt

He’d drag it around

Across carpet and ground

And use it to slam the doors shut

Said the Missus to her dear MrOtter,

“There’s something I think that you oughta

Do before we get old

To protect us from cold –

You oughta make the hot water hotter!”

The ghosts who live up in my attic

Make noises that sound much like static

I’ve tried to send them away,

But they’re here to stay,

Those staticky ghosts in my attic

Poem Details | by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: nonsense, silly, word play,


I wanted to write a short Diddy
And soon, it became a real pity
They say,  It stunk up the town
Like something long thin and brown
But it rhymed well with the word witty

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: fun,


Write me a limerick you promise he said
I'll try really hard but these eyes they want bed
Hope my fingers will work
No Jack's not a jerk
Guess I'll write him a tribute instead

Poem Details | by Robin Tinavo Mashingaidze |
Categories: fantasy, parody, write, write,


Go tell it on the mountain
That – twenty eleven is for Robin! 
Once I was on the road to perdition
And my mind was wrought
But then saw I the light
Shinning so bright
And all was right.
Now that I have got myself a gun
I will shoot my way to Zion
Roaring like a lion!
Yeah - I am not afraid of Babylon
For mine eyes have seen her ruin.

I want uncommon heroes for twenty eleven
All dead and slain!
For his marvelous patience – Darwin
And for his unconquerable faith – Saint Campion
Edgar Allan Poe – for his crazy imagination
Just in case someday I will have to bleach my skin
I will add Michael Jackson
Ofcourse I wont forget MrsSimpson
Lest I fall in love and it will be my ruin.

Mine vision won’t be written on the wall
Unlike that of Habakkuk the Prophet
But I will inscribe it in my heart
Lest it will be seen and copied by all.
For I have been taught not to trust
By the lady whose smile is so bright!

And don’t let it be forgot
That when faced with reality.
I managed to wring out of life
A promise of eternity 
To my utmost relief.

After I thought all I thought 
And felt all l felt at the end of twenty ten
What philosophers call reflection
I resolved! No, I firmly purposed! Yes - I determined to write!
But write what?
Does it matter - will write myself a verse, a story, or even a sermon
Because of all the titles given to men
The tag writer appeals to me the most!
And if this be vanity
Then make the most of it!

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: on writing and wordslove,

What's Better than That

Written by Andrea Dietrich 
For the "Inspired" Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Lambert

What's Better Than That?

When my chores are all done, and it’s night,
and the everyday world’s out of sight,
with my paper and pen
I retire once again
to the room where I most love to write.

With soft pillows to prop up my head,
I sit comfortably on my bed.
Though I might seem at rest,
there’s a creative test
of real work going on in my head!

I can write anywhere, but I’m wed
to my poetry; thus, I am led
where I’m free to take time
making love to the rhyme,
and what’s better for that - than in bed?

Poem Details | by Adeleke Adeite |
Categories: art, religionlove,

Painting Paradise

As I arrived heaven… in love and light
I searched for my pen and pad, to write
a poem for paradise.
Alluring in my eyes,
hoping to write about this holy height.

Viewing the Holy One’s thrilling throne,
Hear the agile angel’s terrific… tone.
No noon, no night;
lifelong love and light.
My pen can’t paint paradise… all alone.

Poem Details | by Mitch White |
Categories: parody

Super Slam

Even I can write it out in everyday talk
Listen to me heave as I wind the clock
Superman without a cape, man
I'm Sunday's touchdown with a Can Can
Poetry's paper scissors rock

Poem Details | by POET. UNDERTAKER |
Categories: humor,

Eighth wonder-King Kong

Once there were two writer friends Wallace and Cooper.
Into novelization of the original King Kong film, no souper.
“Edgar Wallace didn't write any of Kong, not one bloody word...
I'd promised him credit and so I gave it to him” Cooper’s word
Bloody, informal discussions do worth acknowledgement Cooper! 

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: funny, happy, passion,

The Limerick Diaries

Removed do to excessive creativity

Thank you for all the emails, and yes I will write for the ones who requested!!!

Poem Details | by Julee Gnanaratnam |
Categories: life, love, me, day,

Blind Crush

Don't talk to strangers says my 
If I listened we would of never 
met each other
Company was all I was looking 
I never intended to want 
nothing more
Your letters always made me 
So I thought I'd write you for 
I started to get attached a bit
Then somewhere along the way 
a spark lit
It wasn't suppose to be this way
I never wanted to feel this way
But now its too late
It juss maybe fate
I don't know what I did to 
deserve you
But I'm glad I got to know you
You just came into my world
Your presence has made it twirl
You've brought a side of me 
that was hiding
Thought of you have got me 
The feelings that were 
untouched for years
All the lonely nights with my 
You've sparked with your 
soothing words
Now my life is surrounded by 
your words
I find myself smiling throughout 
the day
When people stare I don't know 
what to say
I wait for the day I get to see 
How much longer I wish I knew
The amount of time you've 
known someone doesn't matter 
to fall for someone
I don't care how you look or 
what you do
I just hope one day you'll be my 

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 Tim Smith |
Categories: for him, friend, tribute,

Hold Down The Fort-Tributick

Santa Jack's under the weather so I'm hear to say Let's all write a limerick or two today It should be funny Or a little bit punny So pull out your pencils and start writing away

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humorous,

Some People Insist

Some people insist that I keep writing limericks Don't want to overstay my welcome in this mix So I'll write a few But back off, phew! Unless of course youse guys start throwing big bricks © Jack Ellison 2015

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

The Plant

A request by a poet to write
About a pic she sent me tonight
I don't know what it is
Give me a clue, gee whiz
If I write, will it turn out alright

Dane Ann kindly pinged a picture of a plant to write about.
To be honest I never had a Scooby Do what it was, hence my Limerick
I'll be getting detention, amd a note saying 'could do better'