Norm was a fisherman down at the pier He’d swill whiskey all through the year One day he sorta Fell into the water And that was the end for old Norm, the poor dear
Limerick XXXII
Author: sensualism
With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art.
Limerick XXXI
The wind was blowing like blazes But I knew that it wouldn’t faze us My hair flew in the air I said; I don’t care I’ve got more in my bathroom next to my razors
By the highway near the ocean
I was walking on the pathway by the highway near the ocean when I saw a tidy park-bench so I thought I’d take a break As I sat there on the park-bench near the ocean by the highway I saw the shaded profile of a woman closing in Her hair was flowing freely – over … Continue reading By the highway near the ocean
Don’t tell
I have it mastered now I tell myself - and laugh a happy laugh but ne’er do tell - the secret’s safe with me I say – and yet – Don’t tell the bear or bees of what I’ve done - they love to talk Don’t tell the birds or the bards who ballads lead … Continue reading Don’t tell
Hannah and Holly and Jade and Jen
Hannah and Holly and Jade and Jen walked from the hills to the shore in the sun for a swim Hannah blew bubbles and sang a tune - then the others joined in and they played til noon They’d frolic and gambol whilst down by the sea as the sun cracked a smile as wide … Continue reading Hannah and Holly and Jade and Jen
And then there were none
Ten little children all in their prime one got lost in a tunnel and then there were nine Nine little children learning to skate one fell down the mountain and then there were eight Eight little children thinking of heaven one was called far too early and then there were seven Seven little children playing … Continue reading And then there were none
Limerick XXX
There once was a man called 'The Joker' He had a face that was perfect for poker Some thought his visa a rort He said; I'll see you in court And was put in a detention enclosure
The joy of being in awe
And when the sun stops shining and the sky – it draws a cloud she whispers words of wisdom to those in her surrounds She says; you see a darkened sky your choice – your worldly view but please remember thoughts you had before they cast themselves on you They spoke of luminescence and of … Continue reading The joy of being in awe
The mood of letters
Up the stairs and through the door and tucked away under the drawer – the mood of letters spoke A revelation shared with them alone in older days (before home phones) – the mood of letters woke Over time the mood would change – pages yellow (rearranged) – but one thing stayed the same Years … Continue reading The mood of letters
Limerick XXIX
There was a woman whose name (as I knew it) was Lucy She loved nice cream bars (so very fruity) After eating the bars And with no animals harmed She would flail her arms – oh, let’s do the watusi!
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