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Poem Details | by
Jan Allison |
Categories:
appreciation, giving, humorous, poetry, thanks,
I’ve received an incredible gift
It has given my heart such a lift
But the date that I see
Is what now concerns me –
It’s the date I no longer exist!!!
Today I was gifted a 'lifetime' premium membership but it is somewhat disconcerting to see it ends on 3/20/2077. I hope TPS aren't psychic!!!!
My mother's great great aunt lived to 111 and 121 days and was in the Guinness book of records - I hope I am around a long long time to make full use of this incredible gift.
14th October 2016
Poem Details | by
Duke Beaufort |
Categories:
god, hockey, humor, sports,
They're pagans on ice with wood sticks
And maximum pain each inflicts
But Saint Patrick knows
God prefers trios
Like three-leaf shamrocks and hat tricks
Poem Details | by
Kelly Deschler |
Categories:
birthday, celebration, friendship, fun, humorous, march,
The candles are aglow on your birthday cake,
Where a wish awaits for only you to make,
A cascade of confetti thrown by many a friend,
Balloons and flowers, gifts and parties without end,
A year filled with new smiles and never a tear,
And with many heartfelt words of good cheer,
Like those I have written right here on the page,
A Happy Birthday to you, no matter what your age!
I wrote this for Linda's (Poet Destroyer's) birthday,
but I thought it was appropriate to repost this,
since today is my birthday!
It is always nice to share this special day with friends.
And, I consider all of you to be mine! :)
Poem Details | by
Chris Hagy |
Categories:
anger, change, funny, how i feel, march, sun, voice,
Just a cold, hard slap in the face
Is Daylight Savings Time to morning place
Winter’s drive is dark and cold
Headlights searching for deer in the road
But March brings the sun like golden ripe fruit
To brighten my chores and morning commute
For just a while I pretend it will last
Try to keep winter’s veil in the past
But then the inevitable Monday comes
Because someone decided this silly thing should be done
I’ve changed the clock the night before
So once again only darkness awaits out my door
For another month
I keep the dark pace
Whoever thought of this needs a slap in the face!
Poem Details | by
Cynthia Jones |
Categories:
humor, imagery, inspiration, ireland, march, poetry,
"Kiss me, I'm Irish," he says
leprechaun, thinks he's all that
then, wiggles his tongue.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2007
Poem Details | by
John Lofquist |
Categories:
farewell, funny, history, imagination, october,
The Ides of March
are no different than of October
just seven months older
and perhaps, a little bit colder.
And had Caesar only stayed away
from the Curia of Pompey
that day
he might have lived, perhaps, a little bit longer.
© October 15, 2015
Poem Details | by
Rainbow Promise |
Categories:
fantasy, funny love, giggle, humorous, imagination, poetry,
Old Billy
Was a silly.
Owned a knife
He had a wife.
Went hunting
For Bunny Buntin.
Who ate carrots
And talking parrots.
His wife got to cooking
As he started hooking
Many big fish
For a silvery dish!
Poem Details | by
Rainbow Promise |
Categories:
appreciation, funny, giggle, humor, imagery, passion,
Theme - Loving Food.
People Chubby
Short and Stubby.
Hearty Eaters
Egg Beaters.
Gaining Weight
Without Faith.
Filling Stomachs
Lying in Hammocks.
What a Folly
O how Jolly.
Loving Food
Always in the Mood.
Poem Details | by
Ema Kenyon |
Categories:
funny, humor, humorous,
I have lost sight of you once again.
Frustrated, I search every nook, every corner, every crevice that you have been known to hide.
I call for you, but my efforts are to no avail.
Without you I am a creature without choice,
A wretch with no power to make change.
So I will wallow in the consequences of my absent minded nature, for i have forgotten where I left you.
It seems as though i am forced to reckon with watching this program on ABC family until i shrivel and choke,
and return to the soil.
Poem Details | by
Tom Wright |
Categories:
humor,
Soon time's change will be calling,
Its spring forward then fall back.
Shades of night are slowly falling,
Makes my head go clickty clack.
We work and save until we retire,
Thinking we'll enjoy a life of ease.
Only to find we're about to expire,
And Daylight Saving Time's a tease.
None of this seems to make sense,
I've never seen this time we save.
At least so far I'm not past tense,
Its sunup till set, until the grave.
Poem Details | by
Chaim Wilson |
Categories:
appreciation, bird, cheer up, flower, humorous, march,
Equinox Talks
As Spring Knocks,
In March Hypnosis,
Wearing Orange Socks,
Show of Toetal Happiness,
Tweet, Sweet Robin Chirp Rocks,
Twolip, Tulip Crocus Finesse,
Break Out of Winter's Box,
Sights of Blossoms Caress,
Spring Sprung, No Hoax,
In Purim Costumes Dress,
Fine Weather Un-Cloaked,
Smiles Access, No More Ice Stress!
Poem Details | by
Judy Ball |
Categories:
funny, march, seasons, snow,
It's cold outside,
Oh it's cold outside.
We're waitin' for the warm,
Because it's cold outside.
We're tired of snow and ice,
And of oceans of white.
We're tired of building snowmen,
And of snowball fights.
I want to skate on wheels,
Instead of gliding on blades.
I want to have a picnic,
And drink lemonade.
It's cold and damp and there's a wind,
It's blowing up a storm.
It's March the twenty-seventh,
We're still waiting for the warm.
Poem Details | by
Cynthia Jones |
Categories:
humorous, imagery, inspiration, ireland, march, poetry,
Though I be short
not so very tall,
damn those that laugh
make fun, 'cause I be small.
I be hoppin' through the shamrocks
me knickers ride up me bum,
they giggle and laugh their heads off
treat me like I were dumb.
I be a leprechaun
I be so proud of that,
nice ta say, "Top o' the mornin' ta ya,"
and kindly tip me hat.
I be a leprechaun
stuck ta it like glue,
keepin' me po' o' gold safe
from people just like you.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2008
Poem Details | by
Ema Kenyon |
Categories:
boat, funny, humor, humorous,
I can feel the seemingly invisible shards creeping along my skin, cutting me like glass.
The presence of these creatures alone swallows me whole and leaves me restless.
I promised you and myself that i wouldn’t open the doors to allow them in again,
But here we lay unsettled, in the shadows of the broken and the fragmented that were left behind.
I’m sorry that I ate saltine crackers in bed again.
Poem Details | by
Ema Kenyon |
Categories:
funny, humor, humorous,
Since the very moment I beckoned for you,
I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival,
counting the days until your acquirement.
I have checked for you time and time again,
perhaps I am too hasty.
I am growing so wary,
as I can feel that you are running late.
The generosity of time is running thin.
The clock is no friend of mine.
It is Friday now, and I am told you have arrived.
But ay, my love, it is 5pm.
The post office is closed. I have to get my package on Monday.
Poem Details | by
Cynthia Jones |
Categories:
humor, imagery, inspiration, march, poetry,
That wee leprechaun
just stubbed his toe on a chair
he curses like a sailor.
I gave him a hug
he gave me a pot of gold
guess I'll have luck all day long.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2013
Poor wee thing. I feel sorry for him. Wouldn't happen, if he wasn't so short. LOL
Poem Details | by
Ema Kenyon |
Categories:
funny, humor, humorous,
To put it quite simply, I am tired of you.
You do not strike me as you once did,
fulfill me or bring me pleasure.
Though I keep you around only to appease my fixation,
You are no more than an ache in my jaw.
You have grown stiff,
lost your color.
You were once a winter breeze, cold and sweet.
Now you fight against me with bland and tasteless efforts.
I should really spit this gum out.
Poem Details | by
njv Tomcatx |
Categories:
dark, humorous, society, surreal, war, world,
Sitting on a global seesaw
Play a universal keyboard
Show (don't TELL) discordant sounds
Kneel to Ultimate Disruption
Flood the zone with zoonosis
We've got your mess uncovered
O the weaponized muse!
Wait for humanity to make an appearance
March through grumpy gamma rays
Forget a nuclear shootout
Promote a Swan Lake retirement
A soft landing in a noisy scenario
Music lives to fight another day
Stop the iconoclastic idiocrats
Victory of non-panaceas
Jumping off the global precipice
Clean up your mutating mess
I've got my posterior covered
Poem Details | by
Chaim Wilson |
Categories:
community, humorous, jewish, joy, march,
We're mailing Purim cards w Latino Food stamps, hence this poem will accompany:
Purim Amp Stamp!
Note the Stamps?
"Not chosen, Just Hurled"?,
Au contraire, They're Lamps,
Hot Tamales Unfurled,
Latino Spirit, Un-cramped,
Eruv Cha-Chas Whirled,
Courtesy, the House of Ramps,
Marano Purim: A Hidden World,
Andale! Andale! Ay Caramba Amps!
Freilichin Purim!!!
(Note: I'm handicapped, hence "The House of Ramps")
Poem Details | by
Paula Goldsmith |
Categories:
fun, green, humor, march, uplifting,
wow ~ luck now fills all my pockets
overflowing with four leaf clovers
Date Written: 2/26/2023
"4 Place"
Note: St Patrick's Day will be here soon.
Poem Details | by
Darlene Gifford |
Categories:
humorous,
It's March,
and my nose knows.
It's March,
an the pollen blows.
And as I sniffle,
sneeze, and kaChoooo,
My Lord knows
exactly what to do.
He hands me a tissue,
and says, "God bless you!"
Poem Details | by
Andrew Crisci |
Categories:
children, hilarious, imagination, longing, march, rain,
I expected a day of sunshine,
sit outside and sip some wine;
February gave us some warm days,
we thought spring wouldn't have come for a while...
the bakery below has the scent of bread that delights,
the laundry next door smells like waving clothes on lines!
Wrathful March disappoints everyone, it's a month so insane;
the saddened kids wanted tons of fluffy snow, not rain or hail;
the snowman's nose would have had a carrot dropped by a quail,
two big blueberries for his small eyes soon to be eaten by ravens,
two small slices of red watermelon for his frozen and pinkish lips...
hooray! they'd have been ready to pull him down the steep lane!
Poem Details | by
Gerard Keogh Jr. |
Categories:
funny, holiday
MARCH 17th...
I'll have another. Hold the water.
to drive out snakes or see them?
Poem Details | by
Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
march,
exploding chickens
rainbow snickers at the thought
leprechaun humor
Poem Details | by
Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
humorous, march,
The beer was flowing out of taps onto the floor.
The leprechauns were lying in it, singing weird songs.
I stepped over them on the way to the bar.
Patrick O’Malley recognized me immediately.
Aren’t you the one who sobers up that lot?
I stared at the mess on the floor and nodded.
How do you do it?
I was hesitant to give away my trade secrets.
If there are other Sober Masters, I might be out of a job.
If you can keep a secret, I will tell you.
I take them home to their mothers.