The time labelled ‘past’ had an end
And the future we guess with a trend.
But the present is real
Like a now we can feel
That the clock tries but can’t comprehend.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 52: The End.
Photo: “Wiggly Trees and Mellow Lake” by the author
My goal is to not waste the day.
Doing what, though, I still cannot say.
When the Sun’s bright, I’m cheery,
But at night I get weary.
I’ve walked, but I don’t know which way.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 50: Goal
Photo: “Steps and Snow Flakes Falling” by the Author
When markets go up some may say,
“They’ll go up!” feeling proud of the way
They’ve predicted the past
Though the past doesn’t last
And what’s last may not last through the day.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 49: Satire.
Photo: “Wiggly Trees and Mellow Lake” by the author
On his quest for the truth he went far.
Back at home beauty’s wounds formed a scar.
There his enemies wait
His return, but he’s late,
Or he’s dead, misled by some dark star.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 47: Tell Me A Story!
Wow, that’s a depressing limerick. But it is only one chapter. The thing about chapters is if there is one chapter, there’s another, and the thing about heroes is just when you think they have been beaten, they come back.
Photo: “Maple” by Frank Hubeny
Over the years with the air fresh or stale,
Overland with my feet as a sail
It seems I got where
I was meant to out there
But the best part of all was that trail.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 46: Over the Years!
There are horrors that let themselves in
When the gambles I trusted won’t win.
Is God still on my side
As my crash goes to hide
In my heart like a well-deserved sin?
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 44: Horror.
When those Halloween spooks ring my door
I’d run to them creaking the floor.
They must wait patiently.
I move slower they see,
But I’ve treats that they’ve come looking for.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 43: Celebrations.
In the Fall life will fall, but will spring
Back with Spring at its back. Love will bring
Winter’s cold, winter’s song,
Winter’s cold caught too long,
A warm heart to the heart of the thing.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 42: Homonyms.
Photo: “Shell and Sand” by Frank Hubeny
What you’ll need is a rather large pot
Since the mass of a monster’s a lot.
Drop some veggies in, too,
As you stir this fine stew.
When it’s done, it will taste good–or not.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 41: Taste.
But for fear I appeared to be brave.
Being dumb made me harder to save.
When those monsters ate lunch
Even bones had to crunch
But at least I did not need a grave.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 40: Fears.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 