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The world in a winged moment. /
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Tag Archives: poem
Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Feeding”
Haiku to you Thursday: “Reigns in Tears”
The sky reigns in tears /
A billion trillion stars /
Beacons for the past.
Filed under 2019, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Couplet”
There once was a writer of poems
Who had a side job fixing homes.
While making a repair
He tore pants and underwear
And displayed a couplet best left alone.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Absurdity”
There one day was a poet of the absurd
Who one day gave her word.
She’d tell it straight one day
Come what May
Or the one day she became a bird.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Adverse circumstances”
There once was a writer of verse
Who had a wish so perverse.
He put pen to paper
And hoped he’d become Satyr,
But what he became was even much worse.
He had hooves, horns, and some hide
Enough to frighten his would-be bride.
When he glanced in the mirror,
He couldn’t have looked any queerer
Even with the nannies by his side.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday (photo and poem): “The Big Bang”
Thoughts and prayers
Thoughts and prayers
Are like underwear —
They can keep some crap from spilling.
But when they fill
There is no thrill
When no one does any repairing.
Filed under 2019, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Captured pun”
There once was a writer of puns
who was forever and a day on the run.
English teachers in pursuit,
they felt he was in cahoots
with a jailer, a brailler, and a nun.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Lady of Pain”
There once was a writer from Spain
Whose career was going down the drain.
His wife was Basque
And a plumber whose task
Had been to keep him afloat with no pain.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Monday morning writing joke: “Limerick as a second language”
There once was a poet from Shanghai
Who wanted to give limericks a try.
But instead of sounding naughty
Or even slightly bawdy,
They sounded like the code of a spy.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
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