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.
Tag: limerick
Anticipating Halloween
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.
Two Homonyms Too Many
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
Recipe: Monster Stew
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.
Buried Inside the Monster’s Stomach
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.
The Dragon’s Gold
I
Trying to explain why the damsel got caught by the dragon
Most dragons like sitting on gold
While the knight wants a damsel to hold,
But the damsel prefers
Those knights richer than hers
Or that dragon both well-off and old.
II
The problem with dragon gold is both knights and damsels want it
A dragon sits deep in his cave.
He has gold since he knows how to save.
There’s a damsel distressed
By her shiny knight pest
Sneaking in since gold makes fools brave.
III
The dragon has sold all his gold
The dragon said, “Gold’s gonna drop.”
So he sold when gold hit a new top
And the damsel moaned, “Why?”
You could hear the knight cry,
But those bulls couldn’t make that bear stop.
Posted for ‘s Meeting the bar as a cubist poet at dVerse.
Grounding Change
Change that is rhythmically sound
Reminds us that time runs around
Like a seasonal wheel.
Endless cycles conceal
What is firm giving thanks for the ground.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 39: Seasons.
Running in the Rain
Splashing water hangs tightly in drops
Running wildly until splashing stops.
Run and know that this now
Is entangled somehow
With more joy when the pain smiles and pops.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 38 based on the photo above by Dominik Martin at unsplash.com.
Everything Has Already Turned Out Right
When it’s dark is when stars can be bright.
I reflect on the skylights of night
And the shine of the day
Alternating. A play
That won’t end till it all turns out right.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 37: Dark.
At Least We Have Our Fairy Tales
While the fairy was growing her tail
And the ogre was drooling a wail
There’s that troll up on top
Of the dragon. We stop
To enjoy all that’s solid yet frail.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 36: Fairytale.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 