ConnectHook
ConnectHook
6 days ago

Those radical change-agents Femen
set the men-folk to hawin' and hemin'.
When the girls bared their best
all the boys were impressed.
(Keep abreast of the movement, you womyn).

inspired by the radical Euro-feminist group

BREAKING LIMERICKS BREAKING LIMERICKS BREAK

STOP the PRESSES while we prop the strésses!
EXtry, EXtry, read all about it:
Fake news pays dues to sing rural blues in red-state hues.
Nanny-state networks choose to accuse & civil fury ensues!
See special edition on CIA sedition :

          The rural red states stand accused
           By the quingdom whose queen they refused
            it's so hillbilly-larious
             all of those various
              voters now left unamused.

FAKE NEWS: it's the virus du jour
of the affluent liberals. The poor
are more prone to believe
it's a plot to deceive
and no government offers a cure.

ConnectHook
ConnectHook
Nov 29, 2016

A oppressive and bearded dictator
has expired, and we sing "see ya later".
The intransigent pride
on the Communist side
makes Miami Cubanos' joy greater.

♥ ⛧ ☭  ⚧ ♥ ✿ ⚢⛧★ ⚥ ♥
good riddance to bad Marxism
ConnectHook
ConnectHook
Nov 10, 2016

You readers, who visit these pages
are a fan-base that rarely engages.
So until you hit like,
you can all take a hike;
for I'm paid in poetical wages.

Don't even bother.
Kendra Mack
Kendra Mack
Jul 11, 2016

There once was a fish in the sea
Who couldn’t decide what to be
They said, “You’re a fish!”
She said, “Oh you wish!
But that’s much too simple for me.”

Aaron La Lux
Aaron La Lux
Jul 1, 2016

Was boxed in,
so I had to make a way out,
a way out with words,
I don't like being boxed in,
so box me in I'll knock you out,
way out with words,
in nights on a day out,
boxed in so I wrote a way out,
wrote a way out with words,

road way out on roads,
stayed paid out in shows,
had hate gave love,
took the thorns with the rose…

The H Trilogy
Volume 1
7/7/16

Brent Kincaid
Brent Kincaid
May 8, 2016

While sleeping in my bed
Rhymes escape my head.
I maunder them around
Then write them down
And publish them instead.

That is, those worth keeping
That I write while sleeping
That often turn out to be
Happily approved by me.
A poetic parrot peeping.

An internal rhyming thing.
Almost an eternal ping
That runs through my brain
There to sometimes remain
And bubble back upon rising.

Sometimes it wakes me up
And I brew myself a quick cup
Because at that time
In search of a rhyme
That goes with boxer pup or buttercup.

I haven’t made a dime from this
My middle-of-the-night muse’s kiss.
I just gleefully scribble
And sometimes I giggle
No matter it’s a hit or a miss.

Far be it from me to complain.
For so many poems remain
That turn out terrific
That I’m labelled prolific.
Either that, or poetically insane.

#poetry   #waking   #rhymes   #nighttime   #muse   #sleeping   #humor   #brent   #limericks  
Damian Murphy
Damian Murphy
Apr 19, 2016

There was a man who wrote poetry,
There were none more prolific than he.
And all that he wished
Was to be published
But alas it was never to be!

Never give up!!
#poetry   #life   #dreams   #thoughts   #wish   #you   #writing   #writers   #humour   #limericks  
Enandin
Enandin
Apr 16, 2016

There once was a poet called Paul
Who couldn't write poetry at all
While he wrote from the heart
About a thorny old tart
She was out having a ball

Kendra Mack
Kendra Mack
Mar 28, 2016

There once was a limerick so charming,
No fail, it was always disarming.
I would tell it to you
But I’ve thought it through,
And its power is far too alarming.

 
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