Are limericks poems or not?
What kinds of mind think they’re rot?
I am unsure
whether they will endure.
Meantime what have I forgot?
I forgot to get up from my bed
I dreamed last night I was dead
But when I drank some tea
I needed to wee…
So I got up and tidied my head.
Are nightmares of use to the mind?
What makes our peace start to unwind?
If I feel insecure
Can I endure,
When my friends seem to become so unkind?
Unaccustomed as I am
To being the adjunct of a man,
I find it mostly beneficial
To give neat brandy to officials.
Unaccustomed is the game
Custom fittings fall like rain.
I dwell among the nuts and bolts
Look down here,you witless dolts!
I’m just a pair of kitchen pliers
Made for untwisting your wires.
Keep me in your bottom drawer
In case you need to see a lawyer.
This poem is a nonsense rhyme.
Please sign on the dotted line..
If you think my verse too short,
I shall make a wise retort.
I like Lewis Carroll best.
Do I pass the nonsense test?
Learn some number theory now.
And write it on your vessel’s prow.
Did you say your bedtime prayers.
Do you dress in woolly layers?
Will you dream of me tonight?
I’ll send you schemes in colours bright.
| Cage me a dream |
| For you alone…I’ll learn calculus |
| I had no idea;I had reached the nadir |
| Chagall bit the dogs |
| I fell over some frogs on the warpath/They were armed.Do frogs have hands? |
| He got the hots for the waiter’s cat.:Love at first scratch |
| Give peace a glance |
| Not many things can be understood |
| I can fall off anything including an adverb |
| She bought a can of sperm from the man at the doorDon’t vie for me, semolina.
A bottle of brandy is very handy I saw a lake in my dream and guess what happened? I was in a boat on the Cam. and noone was there. Judges are needed here |
| Where have all the sundreams gone? |
| Parse me the sentence again,please.Will you love me by tomorrow?If not you can come in. |
Our rather witch whose art is heaven
Hello,here’s your fame.
Your wings are full
you will is rum
On earth especially in Devon.
Relieve us this day
of holy dread.
And forgive us our text purchases
As we forgive those who texted against us,
For wine tells a story
Of power and glory
I say,once,but never again.
He gave me a fast party tickle..
I kissed his algebraic form.
He’s only a number to me.I am numb all over.
He says he’ll give me peace of mind.But did he mean a piece of his mind?
What tense are your muscles?
Is the past infinite?
Can we split the indifferent?
Was the past subjective?
Subjunctive is Latin for may be.
How about past, perfect?
What is the future when not dense?
Grimmer than grammar: the autolieography of a woman of many alarms.
Can a noun be irrational?
What about an infinite sequence of jumbles?
What is a transcendental word?
I hate logs but like rhymes.Log-o-rhymes is my next book.
Why do letters need indices?So we can locate
Every garden has a song,
a song beyond all words.
sit in silence there to hear
cheeps from distant birds.
Every garden has its silence,
special to that place
stand beneath the maple tree,
gaze up the crown’s wide space.
Every garden’s a part of all,
linked through heart of earth
stand in one, you ‘re inside all,
your spirit takes new birth,
Every garden can’t help but sing,
green calls out so sweet,
shows us Eden, long ago,
as Adam kissed Eve’s dear feet.
I gaze up through bare winter trees,
the song is softer now.
No golden finch,no sparrow cheeps.
It’s buried in the snow.
Deep in dark ,life sparks again
and the green shoots come.
so we wait in harmony
till our garden sings out then
Can anyone tell me if this is possible when using small images?
Watching Plato shining torches into blackness,
Wandering through the galleries,
Sepia paintings of pines,
Pain came to the emptiness once my heart,
I sat picturing screaming Popes and babies.
Eastward, looking for fresh instruction,
My mind unpleated,like a pair of curtains
~Hung out to dry in equinoxal gales.
The bells of Satan’s cell phone
Rang again,startling in this silence.
“You had your smear done yet?”
“It’s me,hinny”
“I’m having coffee here in “Costa’s.”
Then I awoke,a man appeared.
How apposite,I need you,Ludwig!
I can’t fly my kite.
In the Science Museum,the mirror cracked
And from it stars flew out,
Adorning cars and bicycles and buses.
The building gently fell into its own reflection.
People flew out like gasping rockets,
Illuminating the blankness,
Calling “Is today the day?.”
How my heart sings 