butterfly, flower, home, love,
by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Embrace your spouse;
Don't give louse room
To browse your home.
by T Wignesan |
destiny, leadership, patriotic, rights, vanity, violence, war,
Limericks crochetés: Once a cardsharp comic called Don Dump
Once a cardsharp comic called Don Dump
Made father’s money jump during slump
Dreamed of ruling this earth
Joined campaign (in) stand-up mirth
Made people laugh without using trump.
He played to the gallery hirsute
Soon his jokes turned sauerkraut through soot
Before long they cried : Heil !
Jackboots clicked, people wail
In goose-step, give : Sieg ! Heil ! salute.
Moral : « Listen not to funny man Dump !
Migrants all know how to scale wall jump.
Ten million there love US
Minus some (who) think like louse !
Live not solipsistic world on rump ! »
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
by Robert L. Hinshaw |
You can have the two kids but not the hound
And I'll need the Caddie to get around
Said she I'll take the house
You good for nothin' louse
By your **** and bull I will not be bound
love that drifts apart
like two diverging rivers
ne'er to flow as one
Their marriage made in heaven was as solid as the Rock of Gibraltar
'Til his boozing and roving eyes caused the whole affair to falter
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 5 in PDs "Divorce Club" Contest - December 2010
by John Hardison |
house, life, love,
In That House.
In that house is the Lord.
In that house is life.
In that house there is strife
In that house there is Love of life.
In that house is the wife I didn’t have.
In that house a child full of love.
In that house there is a mouse.
In that house a computer mouse.
In that house a louse I see myself
In that house is all the Love I wish.
In that house all the food of life.
In that house all of its all
In that house everything of the all.
In that house is where we go from here.
In that house is more than just having a beer.
In that house is giving good cheer.
In that house it’s made clear.
In that house my Love is dear.
by izaria strachan |
age, angel, animal, baby, best friend, birthday, boyfriend,
How can a bird fly when its wing is broken
How can a game play without a token
It hurts not bee free to fly or play
sometimes it hurts when that stupid rock is in the way
It hurts when you louse a love one
all you ask yourself is what have i done
you cry and cry and cry
It hurts so much that you try
It hurts to see your little one grow up so fast
all you do is wish that those days would last
it hurts to say good bye to your little ones
it hurts to say good by to your love ones too.
so don't think of this as good-bye
think of it as see you later.
by Lord Addo-Yobo |
With a heart of gold I did propose,
Yet the tides of old did oppose,
With the light of hope I did suppose,
But the dimness of doubt arose,
My love,in her heart,I seeked to grow,
Praying it blossomed in a perfect row,
But yet her fears made its sprouts low,
Causing my soul to move with turbulent flow,
My hopes are blinded by her doubt,
As my strength is drained by uncertainty's louse,
Failing my faith to be her perfect spouse,
I live in the space of the lonely house,
by Nikkia Roberts |
anger, betrayal, love hurts,
Your lines have been Xeroxed,
even the other woman kept them in a box
beneath the bed soiled with disease
above the dog you liken with fleas
Your lips swell with pretense like Botox
Shame on you, poisoning Cupid's bow
Your soul is tied to names you don't even know
What's her name? To you, we're all named "doll"
Barbie needs to bury Ken, get a bearer like Pall
Your game is entertaining, but you still don't show
Oh, big bad wolf! You can't blow down this house
Finally, the cheese got up and chased off the mouse
I've had enough of your shenanigans!
I want a man, not a 10-lady-man-with-silky hands
I thought you were a lover, but you're really a louse
by Imani Alpha |
Come with me my love,
Come with me to the cove,
Where we'll watch the moon,
And fear not separating soon.
Come into my heart,
And flee from every plight,
Delve into the depths of trust,
Where you'll never rust.
Lay on my chest,
There you'll build a nest,
Our brood to house,
Safe from any louse.
Cry upon my shoulder,
T'll be there, your holder,
Put a smile on your face,
T'll take away the distress.
And honey, with this rose,
I do propose,
That we walk down the aisle,
To a life by the spice isle.
by Tim B |
I am full of love, and encouragement wrapped into one
In here I rest silently, waiting to be found by lost sons
Trapped and dusty forgotten lore, I wait to espouse
What no one should not know, especially the louse
Whispering winds of the desert, you can almost feel them
flowing through me, stories of great deeds and freedom
So many illusions dispelled, so many fortunes told
Long ago in my troubled times, yet in yours, ten fold
Here I am wasting away with so much to give
A heart, a hand, a way for you to truly live
Encrypted not with a key, not for you who lodges,
I'll turn none of you away, not even the maharahjas.
by Christine Vancooney |
friendship, life, lost love, love, nostalgia, philosophy, visionary, wife,
It's not too good a day , today,
at least not in the way,
I'd think or say
its really hard to chose which way...
My heart tells me one thing, my mind something else,
Do I try to prolong my choice..
Or do I tell the truth and be the louse....
Follow my mind, follow that voice,
Sadly I know now which way is my choice....
by JohnnyPaul Davis |
love, house, house,
I live in a house
with roaches and a mouse
that I can never catch.
I live in a house
with a Louse.
Shes a loud mouth drunk.
I can't take this anymore!
Outside I lean against the trunk of a tree
and Think about dowsing that house
With regular unleaded.
but I CAN'T!
I still love that woman!
who lives in that house
with roaches and a mouse
that I can never catch!
Copyright 2011 JohnnyPaul Davis
by denis bruce |
angst, confusion, desire, feelings, identity, prejudice, sympathy,
At night I dream of frogs and princesses.
How I would love to wear pastel bright dresses
Dolls and skipping do me enthral
Soccer does nothing for me at all
That's when I'm called a big girl's blouse
That's when deep inside I feel like a louse
Quietly chatting to girls instead of the boys
Who love rough and tumble and make loads of noise
Such moments define my true gender
I hate it when the boys call me a bender
Why can't they leave us to our own choice of roles
instead of forcing us into rigid moulds?
There must be girls who yearn to be male
I for my part would wish them all well.
by CayCay Jennings |
confusion, emotions, engagement, funny, lost, love, trust,
My love said to meet him at three
where steaks were the best that could be,
I waited a long time and then
checked his firm before searching in
Maybe drinks with clients for biz?
I checked a fave place for this, his
Nothing, was he up to no good
somewhere no man does as he should -
There, I saw my beau kiss Miss Snow
so now he is found in Fido's
May 14, 2020