by Deb Wilson |
When I'm bowling I try not to fall
As my game plan I aim to recall
Well my form is so fine
Too close to the foul line
Seems my best shot is the gutter ball!
* For Linda-Marie's "Let's Limerick" contest
by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
this is a game
the ease my pain
love the sound
its ir roll down
its better jump polling
by james sturdivant.jr |
family, inspirational, life, love, family, old, family, old, granddaughter,
Me my kids and my wife
All a very special part of my life
Roger who is 12 years old
I hope he achieve his every goal
Alisha who is 15 years old precious and sweet
Larry as Fry talks and raps to every girl that he meet
Shannon is having our granddaughter is very smart in school
Connie who is 19 years old will soon be graduating
Then our entire family will be celebrating
Kisha who's 23 the oldest
Thinks she's the boldest
Myra my lovely wife is 42
Myself James to my family I love all of you
Together we enjoy fishing,bowling going out to eat
All of us keep our hair done or cut and dress very neat
by Nola Perez |
AS IT SNOWED
(poem ending with the fine print in a liquor ad)
As it snowed, I heard thunder
*the gods bowling snowballs to keep themselves warm.
Then the avalanche came.
*like lovers who run both hot and cold.
The gods buried themselves until their Russian wolfhounds arrived.
*I remember feeling good that gods had wolfhounds,
Russian or otherwise.
The wolfhounds fell in love with the snow.
*it surrounded them and hounded them, coolly.
It made a wolfhound cocktail topped with a cherry,
*which Smirnoff copyrighted for the common man.
First lines by Nola Perez
Second lines by Michael Perez
Posted for the Poet Destroyer
by jeffery scott |
god, heaven, jesus, love, spiritual, trust, wisdom,
there once was a man who died for our sins,
theat knock us down like bowling pins,
he turned water into wine,
he shared his love that was quite divine,
what im trying to say is always have hope,
so go to churh and visit a pope.
by David O'Haolin Whalen |
love, passion, love, me,
I know you said
I can’t go bowling
And you’d rather I didn’t
Go out with my buddies
and have a drink or two…
You want me to wash
And dry the dishes
Cause you’ve got something else I guess,
you’d really rather do
Well dear, I really respect
Your opinion… and love
The many things
You give me to do
I even love
the apron you gave me
And you look waaaay better
Than I do
So dear, I really respect
Your wisdom and
I’ve got a question
Have you noticed
The clothes line missing
And the concrete blocks
Missing from the front porch too?
Howsabout we might
go for a boat ride tonight…
Does this rag smell
like chloroform to you?
by Sean Rackley |
bible, joy, love, water,
By class-five rapids,
A cataract thro’ jagged crags
There is danger here
Out of (my) control
Guided by Peace
Protected by Joy
The mighty rush of God’s
Poured-out, turbulent love
by David Willey |
humor, humorous, rude, sexy, silly,
Cricket is a game of love
Full of puns and innuendo
As a lass I’d love to bowl you over
By having you a maiden over
A couple of opening googlies
Spin balls should do the trick
Middle of the over adds
Two chesty bouncers to the mix
Fifth could be an angler
To draw a lovely catch
Sixth ball to earn a maiden over
What else but a full toss
Just to finish me off
Now all I need to know
With a six dot ball over
Have I won my maiden over
by Kathryn Sweeney |
that snapshot of moment,
in the bowling alley hallway of the
Los Angeles hospital,
when they said you had passed,
nowhere to hide when you told me you were sorry,
and left me here,
engulfed in this foreign place,
where destiny led me by the hand,
a soul agreement from long ago.
That tiny photo of time we got,
was one bright stanza,
a two dimensional rainbow of movement and color,
from beach to snow to desert to green,
until the raven came and told me the hourglass was empty.
And then one early December morn, you disappeared into a clearer
direction of aura and love,
where I cannot dwell.
by liam mcdaid |
love, romance, romantic,
a misty mountain
paints your vision
for the life
stop thinking about
one cloud eclipses
warm deep rays
the very heart
of this mountain
willow leaves caressing
feelings fall within
unto these eyes
a heart over
lifting one host
bewitching with wings
inside an ocean
salt of the earth
by randy johnson |
funny, holiday, on writing and words, me,
When Santa Claus came down my chimney, I thought he was a robber.
I grabbed my baseball bat and old Saint Nick got clobbered.
Santa had some compound fractures and he kept saying ouch.
I made his deliveries while he laid on my couch.
I climbed on my roof and got in his sled.
When I told the reindeers to fly, Prancer kicked me in the head.
I delivered the presents all around the world.
Because of me, there were a lot of happy boys and girls.
The next year I asked Santa for a new bowling ball because I love to bowl.
But when I checked my stocking, I saw that the fatso gave me a block of coal.
by V. Deepa |
feelings, july, june, love, rain, weather,
Rattling rain drops,heists our sleep at mid night
Settling on tops,over the roofs from a width height
Prattling quickly stops, whence I catch his sight
Curling his mops of hair with my fingers a bit tight
Battling cold, hops out when he hugs me in dim light
Tackling him,slops sweat,continually in the twilight
Troubling,he cops pleasure kissing me with might
Bowling love crops stress,making us look bright.
Note2:Triple Rhyme poetry Contest.(N/A)
Placed as Honourable Mention in the contest.
Note2: Strand Completely New (20),
Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.