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friend, fun, giggle, smile,
Delight and laughter are your stock and trade,
With rhyme you carry our worries away,
You’re much more fun than a penny arcade.
Words sparkle like an egg by Faberge,
Dancing across poems like a cabaret.
A footle on poop, you’re back in the loop,
With words tastier than alphabet soup.
The limericks you write are out of sight,
Leaving us soupers no time to regroup,
Before the next poem gives pure delight.
Written 07/07/2015 for my dear friend Jan.
"When you smile all Soupers smile with you"
adventure, emotions, fear, humor,
I went in not feeling much excitement.
Further into the cave I did venture.
Claustrophobia robs my enjoyment
As I began my scary adventure;
Far from ideal stroll out in nature.
I vowed "I'm done being a thrill seeker!"
As I trailed other spelunkers deeper...
Into the cave afraid it might cave in!
Luckily, I didn't meet the grim reaper!
Try again? Now that's a cardinal sin!
Date written: 10/11/2020
funny, birthday, , cute,
Looking at the mirror in birthday suit
poetry I'm ready now just for you,
pen in hand,starting from the eyes so cute
going down the chest for a poem new
a hairy path traversed by hardly few,
down the line crazy six packs waiting there
a little pause--which way to go from here?
Taking courage,further down--moody toy-
keep in mind-'To be handled with much care'
that's all--now don't call me a naughty boy!
Placement:7th; ( May 2012)
Contest:Your Birthday Suit
No racked babe, but I've had no cut and paste!
Like young casabas up front and still 'kewl'!
F i n e 'Brick House' (...'more than a mouthful's a waste')!
**** compared to a 'forty-dollar mule'
With a swing exemplifying my rule!
Each lavender curve, smooth as South Sea Pearls
Enveloped by trellising golden curls.
Body and English, my lingoes in Lit.
And tough guys still stammer, week-kneed like girls!
Mirror's the same ... reflection's changed a bit.
~by deborah burch©
Milan Georges Burovac
baby, beach, beautiful, beauty, freedom, funny love, philosophy,
ocean - a beautiful naked woman
a pseudo of her makeup
a smile that the soul drank
this indescribable face
these curves endlessly
she give birth the galaxy
she resuscitates the indefinite
is this my destiny
is she my desire
this absolute ecstasy
beauty, giggle, humor,
my noble efforts seem to be in vain
my sweat army fights a huge enemy
In every ugly battle we take strain
battle weary troops are my penalty
my weak will my only soft weaponry
defiant kilojoules taunt my sweat troops
they gather themselves in organized groups
their guerrilla warfare holds the war reign
a sneaky snack attack caused a big whoops
now I have to rethink my whole campaign
I woke up to check my mirror,and 'WOW"!
Agape!this is not me-a ghost or a clown?
This must be a ghost with a flowing gown,
Confused as I am,I went back to bed,
It must have been a dream just like the fairy,
Which gives me the cramp as I look scary,
Having a funny look which is frail,
means definitely my beauty has failed,
I cried to my Godfather for a solution,
Who told me to accept this evolution.
Linda Alice Fowler
bird, garden, humorous, nature,
Cooper came to visit a while last week,
Uninvited, unannounced – insolent!
I guess he’s here to stay, the cheeky sneak.
I asked him to leave but he’s still hell-bent
on staying, proclaiming he’s innocent!
Well, feathered friend, I’m keeping you at bay.
My feeder’s not hawk’s bait for easy prey.
Fly toward wilder feeding grounds to feast.
Use your hunter’s skill and fly far away.
Bugger off my song birds’ feeder, at least!
L MILTON HANKINS
anxiety, christmas, giving, humor,
Cars are bustlin’ and people are hustlin’,
The avenues are backed up with shoppers
Last minute hunters are getting frantic,
Christmas Eve comes on Friday of this week
One must come prepared for all the panic,
As Impulse buying is on the increase
With buyers getting more and more frantic,
The hubbub will last for another week
The helter-skelter probably won’t stop
And, I’m not going to last-minute shop!
written December 22, 2021
[pardon me, but I took some liberties
with the rhyme for a traditional dizain]
Selfie at Wat Rong Khun temple, Thailand
was the screen saver on my mobile phone.
My three year old daughter asked ‘where’s this land?’
Heart fluttered, for I was not there alone,
so I murmured something in monotone.
Till date, when my daughter takes me aside,
if asked, I’d say she was a tourist guide!
Clandestine encounters of shady past,
from phone erased, in memory reside.
If truth revealed, my girl will be aghast!
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