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
Limerick XXX
Tag: poems
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!
Fly
To others there is sunshine to me all there is is but a cloud they sense happiness and joy surrounds them yet all I sense – I sense is but a shroud I pull you in beside me you move further – further – you move away you tell me our moment will not come … Continue reading Fly
Cherry blossom
Hours past since he had written words as sweet as sunshine - a cherry blossom shared between two lovers safe in bed - opening the wonder of a world distraught with pain That pain had stayed away from their ‘Juliet’ – the balcony beside the doorway by the window in the sun - a sense … Continue reading Cherry blossom
Inside
He travelled far and near with her to ranges and the ‘hood he asked for simple things from life and special things he could They spoke of places they had been and some to which they'd yet to stray they spoke of the milk and honey – yes - they spoke of yesterday Their fingers … Continue reading Inside
The dirt beneath the sand
And when the sun stopped shining and the darkness bore a whole he wandered off – and when alone he’d ponder of the soul For without – would thought return or philosophy withdraw or walk the road less travelled on or fall beneath the floor The floor that opened when least expected and when least … Continue reading The dirt beneath the sand
Lucy’s star
It cannot be that I can see what others try to hide I will not let that I’ll upset until you lie beside For what is far and far beyond tomorrow claims to be Today I feign for what I aim is lucid in my dreams Gaze toward the far horizon – I hear the … Continue reading Lucy’s star
No-one
Those who are a someone Count within their soul The need to reach a further star Than that which counts the whole Yet those defined as no-one May lay their soul to see And relish in their standing Throughout eternity
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