Coffee I’d drink hot or cold.
My life I’ve enjoyed young or old
And that wonderful air!
It feels good every where
Whether timid or a tad bit too bold.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 30: Antonyms.
Tag: Poetry
Running Off to My Time Machine
Going backward in time could be fun
But the past seems too old. It is done.
And that future caress
Will not feel any less
If I wait patiently and don’t run.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 29: Time Travel.
Glad He Liked It
Some humor shines best when it’s sunny.
Others want rain thick and runny.
We’re soaked when the skies
Shed big tears through God’s eyes
From His laughter. He thought we were funny.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 28: Rain.
The Worm as Existential Dilemma
While a worm writhes in pain on a hook
There are fish who’ll stop by for a look
And then one of them may
Choose to go all the way:
Free the worm and get sent to the cook.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 25: Humor.
As Despair Grew Weary of Despair
Once upon a time in a wood
Where a brook flowed and ancient trees stood
It was dark with despair
Then a rose blossomed there
Through its thorns bringing hope where it could.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 24: Once Upon a Time.
Pigeon Perspective
What’s it like to be a pigeon living on the street?
Crumbs collect and raindrops fall. Dodge the people’s feet.
Forest Wedding Blessing
Near the oaks where the naiad folk dwell
In the waters that tumble and swell
There’s a wedding today.
May new life come their way.
May their union through each turn out well.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 23: Wedding.
Colorful
In the morning the sun turns up bright
Through the noon opened eyes feel delight.
As the colors caress
To enchant and to bless
They will merge with the star-calming night.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 22: Color.
The Perplexing Indeterminacy of Envy’s Measurements
To envy what others have got
Keeps me measuring me at each spot
Where I sense some regret.
I would rather forget
What I lack since it’s likely a lot.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 21: Envy.
I Forgot It Was Friday the Thirteenth
Friday’s the end of the week
And the thirteenth as Friday seems bleak,
But I didn’t know
It’s the thirteenth and so
Nothing happened. My monsters stayed meek.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 20: Superstition.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 