The pedals touch ground,
plucked from a moment’s fancy
soft as kind thoughts of you.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Pedals”
The pedals touch ground,
plucked from a moment’s fancy
soft as kind thoughts of you.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Monday (morning) writing joke: Limerick: “Seat adjustment”
There once was a man from Bengal
who met a woman through a business phone call.
They arranged to meet;
she was soon sitting on his seat
because his chairs had been part of her recall.
Freeform Friday: limerick: “Man with Waders”
There once was a man with waders
Who thought he might find him some gators
down at his creek,
where the trash did seep
left often by unkind invaders.
On October 13th, a Saturday,
folks like you will come to play
from nine until noon
and not a moment too soon
to pick up trash and put it far away.
So come to First Creek and discover
“treasures” left by some unkind others:
shopping carts and flat tires,
pay phones, couches, and wires
and stuff that the creek tries to smother.
Bring tools and gloves for your hands;
pick up trash for as long as you can.
Once done, we will eat
Harby’s Pizza and Three Rivers’ treats
and be glad we helped the creek and the land.
A man trying on waders: Ask not by whom the trash will be picked up. The trash will be picked up by you.
Filed under Freeform Friday, Photo by author, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Entwined”
A moment of life
wrapped in two lovers’ passion:
you and me entwined.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Silly Saturday: Limerick: “Well endowed”
There once was a man well endowed
who was always noticed in crowd.
Say what you think
about his masculine stink,
but he always wore it quite proud.
Filed under limerick, poetry by author, Silly Saturday
Haiku to you Thursday: “Endure”
Minute by minute,
if I can make the hours run,
my heart might endure.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Orbit”
Pebbles in the road,
misshapen to the moment,
orbit underfoot.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Freeform Friday: Ramparts of Obscurity
I stand on the ramparts of tautology
Forever eschewing any hint of scatology.
But don’t ask me this fine day
To bind my obfuscations away.
For where o’ where would I be
If I could not in confidence convolute thee?
Oh, where o’ where, pray tell
Would my alliterations have place to dwell?
I am but a humble servant of words
Trundling through this world of the absurd.
A land of regret full of monsters who fete
On a mind that will now be quiet.
Filed under 2012, Freeform Friday, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Hidden smile”
Petals opening,
flowers await Sun’s embrace.
Moon’s smile lies hidden.
Filed under 2012, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Free form Friday: “If I could tell you.”
If I could tell you that it was always darkest before the dawn
And it would matter,
I would.
If I could tell you that pain is a sign of healing
And it would make a difference,
I would.
If I could tell you that the healing of a broken heart will only make it stronger
And it would mean something to you,
I would.
If I could hold you and rock you and whisper that you will be okay
And you will be.
I would.
But whether I tell you these things or not, they will happen.
Some now,
Some later,
Some all at once,
Some in stages,
Some as time permits,
Some as you make the time.
You are not alone,
You are not forgotten,
And you are loved.
These are yours, too.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author
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