by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
funny,
Since Andreasnackosaur ate
more than double the food of its weight,
it had stored so much fat
that it kept warm when that
Ice Age hit. To die last was its fate!
(haiku)
forlorn in its cave
Andreasnackosaur finds
only popsicles
By Andrea Dietrich
* I feel compelled to add: I am NOT this dinosaur. hahaha. I love
food, but I am a good dino who watches her calories
and works out. IF, however, I were to be a dinosaur, I
would indeed be the snackosaur variety!!
PD's Contest
DINOSAUR-QUEST (1 limerick) (1 haiku)
by Irene Rozenberg |
Categories:
funny love, moon,
There once was a dinosaur who lived on the moon.
He met a cute alien and started to swoon.
The dinosaur blew her a kiss
And asked "what's your name, miss?"
But little miss alien had to leave soon.
She turned around and fell into a crater,
So the dinosaur went to save her
But when he peeked into the hole,
He himself started to roll.
In here, his chances of love were greater.
Although it was dark,
He felt a romantic spark,
But alas, little miss alien was gone,
which left the dinosaur withdrawn.
"I'll never find love on the moon," he liked to remark.
by Steven Kopko |
Categories:
animal, beautiful, imagination, inspirational love, miracle, spiritual, uplifting,
Beauty in its essence
A silhouette in the midst
Stands a magical beast
Whose horn points to the east
Its wonderful radiant heart
Filled with the purest of mythical art
In a landscape so beautiful
Plentiful to say the least
Color so soft
Like the delicate silver sea
The gentle soul can be felt in its presence
The wonder of it all
Is its true grace
That will leave you in awe
This is not a fantasy, newborn or a dinosaur
It is the one and only
Loving unicorn
by Vera Duggan |
Categories:
animal, baby, cat, cute love, dog, fantasy,
Dora was my dinosaur
I'd walk her every day
But as I walked the streets with her
All the folk would run away
Oh, she looked so very scary
With teeth real sharp and great big claws
And yet, you know, she's such a baby
And her I really do adore
How she loves to play and dance
And tricks, well they are just her style
When I play around with her
Folk come to watch us all the while
Well me, I would not be without her
She'll always be my favourite pet
Dogs or cats could not replace her
I'm so glad that her I met
Just a little poem for the kiddies.
by Rob Dadley |
Categories:
children, miracle,
From the day you arrived we fell in love
Little did we know the boy you'd become
From first word to first steps
A bright future is what we expect
Riding along on your motorbike
Reading the Hairy toe a million times
You and your sister are so alike
That smile
That glint in your eye
That giggle
That Mr Grumpy face
Our little champ
Our dinosaur
Our juggernaut
The final piece of our jigsaw
by Confetti Of Flesh |
Categories:
journey, life, love, metaphor,
Hide,
Scorched like gauze
Moving slowely and surefooted
A path no longer blazed yet
Bridges behind still burn
An opening,
A thousand eyes turn to stare
Fruitless in its search,
Faces no longer there
Disgruntled and aged
Grown shorter in its decline
The Dinosaur walks out of the
forest,
Onto the edge of time.
by Gina Young |
Categories:
loss, lost love, sad, life, life,
Searching every photo.
Analyzing every word.
Looking for some reminder of the life we once had.
I know that we will never find our way back,
and there is nothing that looks like you in the life I have now.
My wine dreams and
overheated prophecies are wearing thin.
And my life has become a dinosaur of love and where we lived before.
I will stay there.
I will live here.
I will not speak your name,
when the sun goes down.
by David Smith |
Categories:
age, art, beauty, birth, christmas, hope, romance,
Call me a dinosaur,
Call me square,
I don't care,
Letters to write I dare.
They are something I love to share,
Even if others stare,
I don't care,
Letters to write I dare.
Reply's they come from afar,
To bring the writer nearer.
I do care,
Letters to write I dare.
Thoughts on paper,
Never truer,
I do care,
And I do dare,
It's Christmas time of year,
From you I would like to hear,
In a letter, if you dare,
While your memory is still clear.
A stamp I attach here,
On an envelope with my name yet to appear,
I know for truth you care,
So a letter to write you should dare.
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
christian,
HEAD TO HEAD
tête-à-tête, Rita and I
two heads are better than one
in praise’n prayer
melodic lips of kin
our moms in heaven
lift
their lullaby assist
our hopes in cradled arms
we worship in different sects
but today we’re linked—
part of the extended army
no chinks in God’s armor
my people pray
carry me on my way
no demonic-dinosaur
no rattling dragon
nor human-pittance
comes in our way
they’d be destroyed
with just one thought
of hate
we love—
one heart, one Lord,
our neighbors
our differences deposited at the door
we share a smile
our gospel feet
smell rather sweet
2/10/2022
by Angel Prall |
Categories:
children, love,
You stomp around
Roaring like a dinosaur
Making my heart whole
With your beautiful smile.
You have changed my life
In so many ways.
More then your
Ever know
My little dinosaur
I love you
by Jeanie Bennett |
Categories:
emotions, inspirational, introspection, uplifting,
I love vegetables
unless they're people then that's sad
I love flowers
with their silent powers
over us
I love clouds
here then gone
imaginations of
animals in the fluffs and puffs
first a dinosaur then blink
now a dog then blink
and gone
I love people
as many shapes and sizes
and colors
just as clouds
and who doesn't love clouds
by John Lawless |
Categories:
childhood, granddaughter, grandson, joy, love,
I ponder
How long will this innocence last.
As I watch him play….take leave
Of our world
And become a dinosaur,
Roar and stomp and laugh
And mispronounce their names.
I watch her pirouette
Turn cartwheels
Dance to a tune only she hears
Tumble to the floor….. laughing.
I struggle to protect them
To shield them from
The righteousness of authoritarianism
To permit them to be themselves.
It is not my job to mold them
Shape them, compel them
But to provide them a safe place
To discover their uniqueness
To explore, to dare to be
A dinosaur, a ballerina
A child.
John G. Lawless
©4/8/2022
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
age,
My relaxing baths are not the same
Because I am not the same
I know when I get down into a tub,
I might not be able to get back up out of it now
How rapidly I changed from a little girl
To an old woman
Not realizing what it meant
Age did not sneak up, I blinked and she was here.
She slapped me in the face
I used to love a bath!
The more bubbles the better
I cannot have bubbles anymore because of my asthma
I worry when I get down low I cannot get out of this tub.
When did I transmogrify from a young girl to a dinosaur?
I growl with fierceness and make my own bubbles.
by Jim Tidd |
Categories:
son,
My boys are playing, sabers aloft,
I hope that their strikes are a bit soft,
good thing its not real, no damage done,
bit of that and, they’re off on the run.
I love to watch them climb and play,
to chat with friends, catch every ray,
to cuddle in movie or have Chinese,
often I’ll do whatever they please.
Joey as dinosaur for half the game!
Chimo hangs in, not the least bit tame.
The eldest one never likes to lose,
younger one bugs him until he stews.
For me they never fail to amaze,
while they are asleep or during the days,
Chimo, a quip that comes with a smile,
Joey, a hug that holds me for a while.
by Terry Hillen |
Categories:
love,
Repair shop
Worms and dinosaur blood, toil and fuel,
Doors I’ll hold for you.
Pure, old as moonlight, the marbled
Cloister of your pleasance I’ll affirm
They will come for your museums, my love.
They will come for your big, fine Cadillacs…
choke-weed and cottonmouths infesting gardens.
So what? A fish bait fate this birth hook?
Before thought, beyond need, freed
Because of you, because love is thicker.
Tired of tending? Offering? Hoping a bite?
Nectar, somewhere, prevalent as air?
Seen it? Have you?
The world, the worm turning?
Hungry?
Eat.
by Mark Hansen |
Categories:
death, life, lost love, philosophy, sympathy,
Minds conform daily.
No yeilding of traveling beauty,
The fine wine of reading.
Ink existance,
Fading path,
Entering dinosaur's domain.
Mega-Cinema,
DVD,
Cable television,
How does the mind live?
No reading oxygen to breathe.
Lost art,
My friend.
As for me,
Tonight,
Blank screen TV,
Into the reading.
by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories:
hope, nostalgia, time,
that the highway is unbroken
and the words of love unspoken
say the past was just a token
if at all .
cannot speed the broken hours
screams are muffled
by the powers
inch by inch
through acid showers
I must crawl,
like a dinosaur in winter
frozen out ,
I cannot enter
not a student nor a mentor
still I scrawl..........
my reflections on the mirror
as I see me getting clearer,
and the future 's ever dearer,
through it all.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Dougie the dinosaur catcher is a magnet for owls and dolphins too.
He has two dwellings – one in the forest, and one in the ocean blue.
He has caught sixty-eight dinosaurs, who refuse to shoo.
They live in his houses though their dismissal is long overdue.
They love him so much. He is like animal magnet glue.
They have moved in an owl, a cat, and a dolphin named Lou.
He has stopped catching dinosaurs, but now has a cow named Moo.
What do you bet that bovine will refuse to leave too?
by Terry Ireland |
Categories:
cute love, feelings, image, kiss,
She laughed when I
Wore my dinosaur tie
And played her a tune
Under that moon
When we made love
With just sky above
Cooed with delight
All through that night
Till we both went
Into my tent
And snuggled up deep
For much need sleep
Next day in the rain
She caught her train
And I waved goodbye
In my dinosaur tie
by Charlotte Cooper |
Categories:
child, childhood, funny,
There’s glue in my plug sockets
Chewed pasta in my pockets
Lollipops always stuck under my shelf
Oh my love, you are a naughty little elf
Crayons and paint colour the dogs bed
And again, today, another bruise on your head
Where, this time, have you put my other shoe?
And please stop throwing the lid for the glue
Yet again, there’s a dinosaur in your potty
And why is your face constantly snotty?
The rubbish bins will never be your toys
Oh my gosh, the wonderful wildness of boys
Bending down one more time, will mean I won’t get up
Oh my darling, you are a mucky little pup
by Corey Bryan |
Categories:
love,
The last page of my notebook was filled
today.
One last scratch on its timeless pages
reads:
watermelon radish
spicy water
dinosaur kale
dragonfruit (?)
pepitas
all scrawled in a quick, cursive hand
& I fell in love with her
all over again.