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anxiety, dark, depression, humor, image,
appreciation, fashion, funny, humor, humorous, imagery, women,
I'm a bit confused when it comes to shoes and see a big toe that's been bruised
or the second toe is longer and trying to conquer the big toes space with an embrace
If you have this problem don't wear open toe shoes they do not amuse
but only gives us a clue you may need a canoe or a pair of tennis shoes
Why wear shoes that are four feet tall and look like a ski slope
and you walk like your on a tightrope afraid you will fall and have to crawl
If you have a toe problem don't be embarrassed a little buckle on your shoe top
will get a cute chuckle and you won't have to wear boots in that nice pants suite
T Reams 2/11/2015
allegory, funny, slam, time,
analogy, encouraging, humorous,
If you are always young and youthful
Are you really being honest and truthful?
Or was the way you wish you had been
Looking so pretty, nice and then.
There must be some kind of a catch
But I was mortified after finding the match
You will never guess who it turned out to be
Someone weird who liked exactly like me.
Would I ever come completely to my senses
And start using the correct verb tenses
Or this you it would probably disturb
When it was very likely to be an adverb.
How ironic it had been when I imitated
Someone in a picture Van Gogh created
And what I learned when I last did look
Is me for Van Gogh I was badly took.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
food, funny, life,
Lonely and in silence I eat chocolate cake
When I arise my dessert walks behind in ripple shake
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest: 1 rhyming couplet or 1 rhyming triplet
black african american, caregiving, courage, funny, grief, humorous, inspirational, introspection,
You are one of the reasons
Why they inflate their quote
If you had seized the seasons
Good men could have had your vote
You are one of the reasons
Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste
Here is one of your multiple treasons
You aid corruption just to suit your taste
You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath
Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north
You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth
So they took our weary sail south
You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape
Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape
Alas our land is grey and old but not due
And it hurts me to know that I am also you.
animal, humor, sun,
art, kids, hilarious, imagination,
porcelain has a sensation -
But that doormat is septic!
jan oskar hansen
I was looking into the magic box of colours
and saw a kaleidoscope of dreams ready to
be released to those with a vision.
A saw the dream of a farm hand and his
milk maid girlfriend they were getting married
and the dream was to lease a bit of land and
start a pig breeding farm. A dream measured to
the reality of what was possible.
Most dreams in the box were fanciful, the ones
one smiles about in mature years, yet worth
dreaming as it makes the dreamer aware of colours
shifting hue. Sifting through discarded dreams
I didn´t find mine, which I was glad of, because my
dream has yet to be fulfilled.
I’m not afraid of work
I don’t run away from it
I take great challenges head on…
If no work – I go to sleep;
If there's job – I slumber through it.
He would go the extra mile with a smile;
He could do it too. cause he's a crocodile!
Born: January 05, 1822 Born: April 10, 1820
Died: April ll, 1860 Died: March 11, 1860
Wanted all she saw Died trying to give
Would die without it It
funny, life, on work and working, peace, time,
and all I built was
step ladders, or stairs.
I was on my way to the top.
From Monday through Friday
We come to work - and work and work…
No fun allowed
No smiles, no jokes
It’s a serious job
Our work that we work…
No horsing around
It’s not allowed…
We are corporate robots
And we are proud!!!
Drunken Inverted Triangle
I am a weird shape but, easy to figure out.
I would like to think, that I even standout.
I am an inverted martini glass filled up!
I will not spill because I will stand up.
I am a upside down pyramid too.
I am a inverted nutrition menu.
I’m a yield sign for the corner.
I am a upside down dollar.
Next time, you see me.
Just think, I can't be.
a circle. But, I can
be used in news-
me be used;
We all need it
We all crave it
Is what we wake up to in the morning
It's what we desire to have
Is always there no matter what
No matter what feeling you're feeling
My best friend once
Told me that she
Had my back,
But then, I found out
What the problem was
It was that she really
Had my back
Yes, my best friend
Did have my back
And it sticks', pricks'
And it hurt's
All over, and over
And over again!
I am a square, I have four edges..
a box that you can buy and ship at
A S A S
T E R T E R
HIDING (O) EASTER (O) EGGS
FUN FOR THE CHILDREN
GO SEEK AND FIND
ON EASTER DAY
FIND ONE AND SHARE WITH
YOUR FRIENDS. A DELICIOUS MILK CHOCOLATE
Eileen R. Kelly
I sometimes look at people
like they must have two heads
The things they say, the things they do
retard is the best address
like idiots they complain, obnoxious
and they're rude...
...and they look at us like we are stupid
when thier own stupidness eludes...
Whilst driving approaching a pedestrian...
A man he waits to cross...
The idiot behind parps his horn,
and mouths to me hurry up!
Now the man that is crossing is
by no means a dwarf...
The idiot behind cant see...
But by now his mind has morphed...
So I lower my car window -
...and I give him the salute!
Sending him a very clear message...
what he can do with his little toot...
Aleera De La Keur
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E S S E
F E E F
education, funny, imagination
(The movie "Up" if you haven't seen it is worth the effort. )
Frances Angela Torrelavega
confusion, funny, passion,
you maywon der
what camein to
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L I A I N
O V S L L E E
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art, funny, life, sweet, sweet,
Cool, sweet distortion is what I crave.
The sweet French variety,
fat olives in abundance,
always serve best.
to just melt away
after just one of these magic potions.
“Shaken, not stirred,” was Bond’s steady reply.
What an ingenious answer to
the action and intrigue.
Even the slope
reminds me of a topless,
passionate woman, ready to ease my pain.
Yes, you can keep all your bliss of the inferior.
I take my chilled relief of reality
with olives or onions.
I’m very easy
and it must by all means
be thoroughly of the French variety.