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happiness, humor, june, silly,
Today it was so hot
I had a Haagen-Dazs
ice cream bar
Three minutes later
I went back
to the Korean deli
and this time
I had a Twix
ice cream bar
If you are counting
that's two ice cream bars
in a matter of minutes
addiction, april, best friend, computer, confusion, courage, culture, cute love, earth, emotions, encouraging, environment, fantasy, farm, feelings, funny love, garden, happiness, happy, i love you, i miss you, inspirational, internet, irony, july, june, kiss, loneliness, love, magic, me, metaphor, nature, parody, repetition, satire, science, social, technology, tree, women, world, youth,
follow on facebook,
adore on pinterest,
fall in love on instagram,
kiss on a hunch,
all under a tree.
He carried June right to his bed
With promise that they would be wed
But her sweet honey pot
Was much hotter than hot
He came out missing his "head"
He looked straight down at his member
It's head burnt off by her ember
She was so hot and bold
He much preferred the cold
It might grow back in December!
A Lamleen production
Created with my friend Eileen Manassian.
beauty, humor, moon, sky, star, uplifting,
You hang on a velvet black sky
Your beauty makes me want to sigh
Wearing a halo of stars
I bet you can see mars
The full June moon makes me want to cry
howmanysyllables.com The Moon in June (Choose One of Five Forms) Poetry Contest
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art, humor, imagery, inspiration, june, poetry,
Cinderella lost her slipper
while she ran away from the ball
tripped on a step, had nasty fall,
her wicked step-sister hit her
and got laughed at by the other,
but, Cinders, did not care at all
found the slipper, it hit the wall
angered feelings started to stir.
Smacked the sisters upside their heads
laughed loudly, as she laid in bed.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
The Canzone, isn't supposed to have a couplet at the end. I got the idea from Thomas Wyatt. He took a sonnet and added a Petrarch couplet at the end of his writes. I don't know how many, but I thought, it was a great idea. So..... I tried one of my own. Cool. Eh? :oP
beauty, children, dad, daughter, hair, humor, youth,
when june was a little girl
her only hair had a curl
jeweler dad dismayed
this crown so sad displayed
so he fastened on a pearl.
brother, funny, brother, brother,
The sun was up and the moon sank
To great my brother a happy birthday
We smiled and rocked, we ate, we drank
To convince my brother of a lovely day
Until five clocked when we heard a sound
Which made us stop our delightful play
The police knocked, arrested for disturbance.
This suddenly turned out a bad day
beauty, dedication, hilarious,
Beginning of june
begining of month of june
brings a happy tune
with sudden storm and tempest
comes on earth newly created guest.
streched desertion on earth
comes into new birth
quenching their thirst with new shower
regain for full growth rejuventing power
the season comes later or soon
it is nothing but the beginning of monsoon.
every drop have their own energy
not I but it is a saying of each clergy.
each living emerges from the crevices
to get full bathe and adorn each pieces.
i love such emerging treasure
for my loneliness a new pleasure
drink, humorous, june,
Across the street from the old saloon
Lives an old spinster called June Muldoon
She peeks through her curtain
I’m drunk so I’m certain
It’s never too soon to moon June
Minister Jenna Williams
The Cat in the Hat
Is not fat
The Cat in the Hat
Is awesome like that!
© From A Poet's Heart
drink, food, giggle, holiday, jewish, symbolism,
Passover’s coming so soon, so soon
In two more orbits of the moon, the moon
Please take a matzo or a macaroon, macaroon
And sing us a festival tune, tune...
At least matzo ball soup can’t be ruined, ruined
Unless you eat it with a teaspoon, teaspoon
Use a nice-size, silver soup-spoon, soup-spoon
Just don’t overeat, or you’ll swoon, you’ll swoon…
From four cups of wine no one’s immune, immune
So sleep late tomorrow, ‘til high noon, high noon
Hope you’re not hung over ‘til June, ‘til June ~
But if you are, with ‘spirits’ you'll commune, commune…
The first Sunday of June and a couple
are taking their vows loud and audible.
The park is ablaze in colorful blossoms –
lilacs and roses and pendulous pompoms.
The groom is handsome, tall, and virile
yet the bride’s face is flushed, is she ill?
In fact, if my eyes are to be believed,
she’d like to be of something relieved?
Ah, yes, I now see the cause of her distress,
her waist, it’s too large for her wedding dress!
And given the size of her belly
it’s obvious she lost her virginity
nine months ago. Oh, dear! What’s become
of innocence, chastity and decorum?
I do believe that were she any bigger,
she might put off her vows to deliver.
A portrait in a parlor
A fancy dame or two
A dog named Ruffles singing
In front of you-know-who
A rinny-tin piano
Plunks out a tinny tune
And this ole western cowboy
Is heading home for June
But June has got her dander up
And will not hear of me
Singing in her kitchen
For all the world to hear
Oh, the sunny side of life
Has got charisma – yes!
And when its got a smile
That’s when I'm at my best!
So have a drink or two
And hum a ditty tune –
I’m heading back to town
And far away from June!