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Poem Details | by White Wolf |
Categories: humor, humorous,

Otherworldly I'Ll Stay:

Otherworldly is a place where I go, Existing here is no such thing as time, Never to divulge the things that I know, When I am here all things are sublime, While living in this realm I have no foe, Nectar so sweet thy ripe tree I must climb. Esoteric in essence in this place, Where do I roam with this look on my face?
8~May~2017 Edited on the 5~June~2017

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: humor,

Ottava Rima's Penance

Ottava Rima was made to recite all ten commandments at the next high mass. In her very private room she did write them again and again just like in class. By candlelight she stayed up every night reading aloud with not a hint of sass. She read them at mass; the tenth one by chance began, “There once was a lady from France...”

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: humor, poetry,


Nice girl Ottava Rima knew her place but in her very private room did write a limerick which in this special case was bluer than the dark mask of midnight. Could she read it with a pious straight face? She'd have to; Palm Sunday was in plain sight. She went to church and read her naughty verse. The priest died of shock, she laughed til she burst.

Poem Details | by Peter Lewis Holmes |
Categories: humor,

Just a Thought

Went to the orchestra tonight,
All had tails, and gowns to floor,
Distinctive sounds, sounded right.
Came the end, conductor on guard,
Lady’s cleavage focused on;
Conductor’s baton now quite hard
All’s well that bends well, saintly true,
While conductor’s trousers? Steadily grew.

Poem Details | by James Rasmusson |
Categories: funny, sad

Miss America Revisited

Wrinkles deepening with the fleeting years
Show worry and sadness and nothing to come.
Her starry eyed plans are now in arrears
And gone is the look of delicious aplomb.
Her world-class body brought whistles and cheers
Now hid under muumuus to old age succumb.
She works on her tan on manicured lawn
Dreaming of pageants until she is gone.

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: humor, poetry,

Ottava Rima

A lady named Ottava Rima who hailed from Peruvian Lima would write down her verse then bellow and curse All the structure just made her Scream-a! 2nd Place Limerick Contest Sponsor: Cecilia Hopkins-Drewer 6/11/17

Poem Details | by Desi Gall |
Categories: anxiety, beautiful, body, confusion, crush, firework, humorous,

Room 88

I saw her walking out the door,
Eyes met as we took the lift,
Hands touched, when we hit the bar,
I asked her out, that was her gift.
Went for a drive by sea and shore,
We watched the tide, I sensed a shift.
She took me to her room and said:
“Before we start, my name is Ted!”

The moral of this tale is plain to see,
Where there’s a doubt, retreat hastily.

Poem Details | by Jan Allison |
Categories: anxiety, humorous, mother son, travel,

A Mother's Anguish - Or

Son why don’t you call and tell me you’re fine;
I am out of my mind with the worry.
Fun are you having ... just drop me a line;
why not text, words could fly in a flurry.
Hun, please contact me, just give me a sign
sigh...what’s it with kids, mine does not hurry!

Today you sent me photos of Venice
Hooray you’ve arrived - I’m relieved Dennis! 

Rima Ottava Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
10 syllables per line – how many syllables


Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: birth, humor, money,

Penny Rich

Birth, with stars in her eyes, exploding with mirth. Mollycoddled, swaddled, passed off by nurses. Aperture opens, closes - checking out earth. The peacock calligrapher inks fair verses. Not bad for a Penny - they sold a circ worth. The switchboard oohs and ahhs as she converses. Under the sagacious skies, each phonation Recorded in babbles with their duration. 9/24/2022

Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: humor,

Marionettes of Pied

You motormouths, that pull the strings of life,
Marionettes of Pied that seek confusion.
Your piper teeth are chattering with strife,
Like a Jedi, with wave of hand delusion
“Come one! Come all!” the ringleader twists knife.
The press buries the truth, besets illusion.
The circus clown smiles whilst Hans-ing fairy whales,
Marionettes of Pied with Moby-Dick-sized tales.


Just having fun creating an Ottava Rima

*Hans as in Hans Christian Anderson