by Rick Parise |
Categories:
funny,
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There once was a hare who searched for love
who combed the fair forest high above
he swam through the loch
looked under each rock
when at last found his sweet turtledove
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11-16-2014
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by Earle Brown |
Categories:
food, love, mystery, passion,
Some call it an aphrodisiac.
They say it gives a man a strong back.
Like a good woman, turtle soup makes no sense;
Can something so delicate be so intense?
Like a woman, the flesh has several delightful flavors.
Remember, each mouthwatering sensation should be savored.
When you taste her, bask freely in the sapidity,
Acquire the feel for this pure tortoise delicacy.
Don’t rush, familiarize your taste buds.
There is no such thing as a first sight love.
Recognize, there is a mystique behind that hard shell.
Did someone say turtle soup? That does not ring a bell.
by Susan Clark |
Categories:
blessing, celebration, devotion, funny love,
Walking like the tortoise;
my pace might be slow,
but it is steady.
And as I walk I carry a set of drums,
play a rhythm that is given to me.
This rhythm becomes part of my heart.
I follow after Jesus learning to turn
neither to the right or to the left.
Then I smell a sweet aroma;
this scent reminds me of Angel Food Cake.
I open my mouth in faith and take a bite
of that delicious fare...
then I continue to follow Jesus wanting
more of what He has for me; because
I find Him to be most delicious and nutritious
all at the same time!
S.E. Clark 2015
by DON JOHNSON |
Categories:
adventure, love,
Tony Ls DREAMS
great confusion of a poem,
of the tortoise and the gnome,
and i love the rabid flow,
and now i'm going home,
with introspection blown,
my derilection. LOVE IT MATE
Russell...
Ah the booze will get you down,
hangover bouncing round,
till your skull it rattles with the thunder,
your head smacks the ground,
the world goes round an round,
and that's why i'm here in the sweetest down under:)
by Trash Boat |
Categories:
anniversary, arabic, beach, betrayal, birthday, bridal shower, power,
I want some chicken to chew on
I wanna eat it until its all gone
I want to slather it in turbo lax
And cover it in tic tacs
I love the chicken's neck
My parents always say "what the heck?"
But i don't care
Finding a grilled chicken neck is very rare
I'd kill somebody if they try to steel my chicken neck, but who would dare?
I eat it so fast i'm like the hear in tortoise and the hare
So when i see a chicken it better run
Because what i'm going to do to it isn't going to be very fun!
by Jeremy Street |
Categories:
age, love,
No matter how we try to create or imagine
Some sort of utopia within this pathetic world ?
Welcome to another day I heard the bleeping fool say
As they sailed away atop their tactical tortoise tombstone ships....
Ichneumonflies his mete's lap dog larvae enterprise; epileptic metempsychosis.
by Johnny Sumler |
Categories:
allegory
'Twas once a tortoise and a scorpion,
Across a river which had rose to crack.
Thus saith' scorpion, "be thy champion,
And calmly place thyself upon thine back".
"To sir with love, if I do this for thee,
Heaven would grant me wings for wind to sing".
And saith' the tortoise, "we would never be,
If ye upon thy back would place a sting".
So thus they sailed and streams stirred salt and dreams,
While something pierced inside the tortoise spine.
"Dost why dear Sir, now we're both dead it seems",
The scorpions reply, "twas natures wine".
Beneath the riverbanks did both them fall,
And Nature's nile conceived their drowning call.
by Edward Kurwakumire |
Categories:
life, love, passion, peace,
This is the beginning of the story,
The poet's own
That which has never been said,
The secret of the praying mantis.
Indeed.
This is how it all began
The mystery
The suspense
Somewhat strange
He thought he was only a normal boy,
That he could go through all the stages
a normal boy would
He never thought that
one day he would be the praying mantis
Yet he did not only become the praying mantis
He also became the tortoise,
The chameleon.
But all sad
All weary
And all disappointed
That rage
That love
That darkness
In their lives
Had only the poet been another person.
by Cynthia Alvez |
Categories:
love,
Sneaking glances at the clock!
Counting the hours until you are here with me.
Counting the hours,
Over and over,
Seems like eternity.
Counting the hours,
Until your arms enforld me.
Tick
Tick
Tock!
Time
Moving like
A tortoise!
Cynthia
by Sigrid Ermine |
Categories:
candy, desire, fun, funny, funny love, humor, humorous,
Cranked a surprise with his jack in the box
Chained stays my flower in chastity locks
Power down, without T. V
Painful night crawled tauntingly
Deafened by raised legs' rotate inside clocks
30th August 2020
Written for Contest : Fun With Limericks
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
Syllables are: 10, 10, 7, 7, 10
by Bamanga Bashir |
Categories:
love,
Ah! the first counting
in this room
these shadows
how many insects?
sleep and rest?
a sign of malaria?
how many dogs look
at this bone
funnyly and dearly?
the rest is in snail
his likeness and unlikeness
now, in the twilight
a noise
breaking tortoise
even here?
may be the next
counting in the snow
is the rest of pan Africanization?.
by PATRICIA CRESSWELL |
Categories:
blue, lost,
little voice
there no great deeds
following the name
black as crows
or white s angels wings
no trials of faith or love
there is a piece of life
short or long
she does not know
through which she must travel
until the end
a tortoise with shell
a cell of fear
dreams abandoned
as too painful with promises
that will not come true
dreams are words
scratched on brown paper bags
that slip through the cracks
birds that flutter unfledged
to the street below
washed by rain
into the gutters
by tom bell |
Categories:
allegory, angst, lost love, passion,
The last letter you wrote me,
Still stapled to my heart...
The taste of your last lip gloss
When I last kissed you...
Still flavor my lips
The last words exchanged,
Still echo in my mind...
My last vision of you...
Burned into my memory...
Come, see my "etchings"...
Once more...
The woman I miss,
The one I adore
Time has swept you away,
Time allows you no more,
Time keeps you away,
From my open front door...
Other worlds we now inhabit,
One for tortoise,
One for rabbit,
I might as well,
Be on Europa's
Violent , turbulent surface,
As here in need,
Of some kind of purpose.
by Emmanuel Balele |
Categories:
happiness, imagination, love, nature, visionary, me, love, me,
i love the rain
the raindrops ease my pain
they wash away my fears and regrets
to feel sorry for me i will cease
i love the rain
because it helps me reminisce
of me and my first love
dancing on the balcony,in love
i love the rain
it reminds me of my best friend
my favorite animal
my tortoise
and those days i took her into the house
to protect her from the cold and the rain
by Mike Gentile |
Categories:
fate, love, symbolism,
Storied fables fill the page
of many bygone tales
Penned perhaps to entertain
as memory prevails
Some as priggish parables
some as lullabies
Some weren’t meant to be the truth
Some might call them lies
The Wolf in clothing of a Sheep
The Tortoise and the Hare
Ugly Ducklings, Beanstalk boys
with Golden Goose to snare
If but one there could be true
in manifested fate
“Twas not Beauty killed the Beast!
“Twas love
The Beast was hate
by Nick Trim |
Categories:
people,
People with hollow souls
and selfish goals
addicts to greed
adding their need
all out for themselves
saying “what about me”
tortoise shells are not for sharing
their warmth and protection worn by one
our need one of love and caring
our strength to look out for no one
by Bamanga Bashir |
Categories:
love,
Such haikus spread on ground-
as if growing and spending
the comradeship
water is a first thought and matter
I think of, as I
rise to see
if may be dawn approaches?
and what I may-
guess from these
yellow and white flowers-
heavily jasmined
don't worry tortoise
don't worry snail
in the rain
if the rule spreads
to mountain Kumbi-
through.