People clustered into small groups,
Seeing their land throw up its roots.
Fighting against their fear,
Certain the end was near,
Some lost their minds, others their boots.
Monthly Archives: June 2010
Some lost their minds, others their boots
Filed under humor, limerick, poem, poetry, portmanteau, Random Access Thoughts, word play, words, writing
Could only feel her ill-will
It found the girl standing still
As all the world was in a spill.
It tried to reach her;
It tried to beseech her,
But could only feel her ill-will.
Filed under humor, limerick, poem, poetry, portmanteau, story poem, word play, writing
The ground beneath it break
The portmanteau felt the ground quake.
Leaves sliding off its back like snakes.
As it searched for the girl,
The world in a tilt-a-whirl,
It felt the ground beneath it break.
Filed under humor, limerick, poem, poetry, portmanteau, Random Access Thoughts, story poem, word play, words, writing
She clutched the sleeve despite the dread
“Give him your half coat,” the gnome said
“If you don’t, we will all be dead.”
The girl said, “No, no pass.”
Her heart now stone and half glass,
She clutched the sleeve despite the dread.
Filed under humor, limerick, poem, poetry, portmanteau, Random Access Thoughts, story poem, word play, words, writing
A quarter of the way there?
If someone gives you half a chance and you have half a mind to take it, does that mean you are a quarter of the way there?
Filed under Random Access Thoughts, words
The sleeve to which she was bound
Sleaze stood still, but kept losing ground
As a precipice formed around.
The coat might save him,
If only the girl gave him,
The sleeve to which she was bound.
Filed under humor, limerick, poem, poetry, Random Access Thoughts, story, story poem, word play, words, writing
Between them grew an ugly abyss
Sleaze ranted and yelled and let out a hiss:
“This is mine, you dirty little miss.”
She pulled one sleeve on;
The other was gone.
And between them grew an ugly abyss.
Filed under humor, poem, poetry, portmanteau, Random Access Thoughts, story poem, word play, words, writing
“And I’ll go insane”
“O’, hex a mubble skibble fritz
Without the coat I can’t break it.
The curse will remain
And I’ll go insane.
O’, hex a mubble skibble fritz.”
Filed under humor, limerick, poem, poetry, portmanteau, Random Access Thoughts, story poem, word play, words, writing
The seam ripped open into a breach
The Sleaze ran fast along the beach.
He grasped the coat hard like a leach.
He pulled it his way;
She pulled it to stay.
And the seam ripped open into a breach.
Filed under humor, limerick, poem, poetry, portmanteau, Random Access Thoughts, story poem, words, writing
Much alarm, great harm, and all fright
The girl ran with all her might,
Aiming for the coat, then aiming for out of slight.
For the Sleaze had seen her
And he would mean her
Much alarm, great harm, and all fright.
Filed under humor, limerick, poem, poetry, portmanteau, Random Access Thoughts, story poem, words, writing
Booker's Blog 