RAMADAN is making song
As we waiting so long
So the joy is every where
smile on every face no tear
So the Eid what we wait and long
Written by Gail DeBole
Lily Rainbow, a summertime freak,
Was as bold as a mouse is meek.
After caught in the rain,
She lived up to her name
With a gold pot tattooed on her cheek.
Note: Part of the Portrait Poetry Collection
It is now the season of fall.
Are you ready for some football?
It comes on Monday night.
A spectator’s delight.
There is excitement and fun for all.
And so a New Year has begun,
And old resolutions are done,
But whatever you do,
When making them new,
Remember to make them all fun!
Mosquito with a bloody mission
Taking what's mine without permission
Loss of blood and a bump
Itchy scratch with a lump
Donation of blood, no commission
Upon the rock of summer that teem
with scissors I forge a winter dream
with paper of white
and visions of flight
each snowflake dance with sunlight gleam
February arrives and it's glad
makes the other months look kinda sad
hearts and love it stands for
romance, flowers what’s more
for only twenty nine days that's not bad.
Mothers are the best
They are like a test
They are very loving
They like a flower budding
The treat us like a fest.
Over lips and through da gums
Hooked minno is going down some
Depth by depth there she sinks
Hooked a dam dogfish oh how that stinks
Pulled anchor and now drowning in rum
Tribute To Fishing
Also Entry For
Sea Tale Limericks
Go away Jack Frost, take your chill and leave.
I’m tired of wiping my runny nose on my layered sleeve.
Damn the ice and damn the snow!
Unless its pretty, with a purple glow.
Go back up North, where you belong, take your chill and leave!
I hiked down to my old fish'in hole
one BIG "Rainbow Trout" was my goal
got nothing but snags
lost a whole jar of eggs
and into the lake went my pole
There's a ripped, good looking guy...
gals, don't assume he's quite and shy!
Watch how he models:
he flexes his muscles...
winking at ladies strolling by!
Once a witch with a wart on her nose,
And with runners in her pantyhose,
Went and traded her broom
For a Hoover vacuum.
Where she hoovered to, nobody knows.
Bees are fragile but remarkable insects;
too painful are their stings
and they buzz constantly,
'though they make sweet honey...
oh, these small insects delight our palates!
there once was a child from the city
who grew up in fear.what a pity
she cried millions of tears
and was ignored fifty years
now in a puddle she scribbles this ditty
Summer why can't you come faster?
The only thing I praise is that I'm able to see the sun's shower.
I play through the days and nights.
Hoping June will come and be my Knight.
I don't think I'll make it past this year, without the Summer getting queer.
Oh do I feel lousy today!
This darn flu just won’t go away.
Go out in the cold?
I am not that bold.
In bed is where I want to stay.
back then, younger summer evenings,
we ate crabs, oysters, shrimp fillings
chased and downed, my dear,
with Mexican beer,
shortcomings, but no misgivings !
Seems reality has set in and summer's finally over
The leaves are a-splendor with stunning composure
Fall has fallen
The time is solemn
But spring is getting ready to pop up the clover
My soporific slumber seems offhand,
But I thought it through then thoroughly planned -
On winter I'd pass
Till I smell the grass -
That scent will nudge me out of my dreamland!
February 8, 2023
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Contest: Winter is not Forever
I enjoy all four seasons to see
And yes, all the leaves that long to be
On the other side
Darth Vader resides
His light sabre destroys all the trees
dry, crisp leaf falls, gets blown far away,
fresh, green shoot sprouts, brightens up the day,
all accounted for, that's Nature's way !
Ever seen falcons and honey bees?
Falcons eat pigeons hiding in trees,
hunting them until they're full.
Honey bees work hard 'till Fall...
before any beehive freezes.
With tattered clothes he enters the door
With icy hands he sends shivers and more
Cloaked in bedraggled wear he enters
Many take not a glance to his gender
Ay but Winters near so don warm gear!
yonder is a flaming red, vintage corolla
basking in the sun in the yard of this villa,
casting no shadow,
while by the window,
dances a burning bush, blazing bougainvillea !