The Mis-Adventures of Three Silly Boys
This is a real story. But the names have been changed to protect the innocent. LOL
BTW the leather is short for Dad's belt.
This is the fourth limerick I have written in two weeks. That's enough I think!
#2021
Hundreds of poems have I written Few have read them, fewer care But what bug have I been bitten? And why do I continue to share? I guess writing has me smitten
Gentle almond eyes Thick silky hair lustrous sheen Lovely flawless skin Porcelain goddess Yet fire and warmth in her eyes
The backyard no longer green Autumn leaves cover the ground Some floating in the stiff breeze Little eddies round and round All the tree branches stripped bar…
Dusk it was And the sky vermillion; I spy the… Dropping behind the nebulous blue… I walked along The unspoiled ivory beach, mind tr…
Summers used to be pleasant In the air the ocean’s salty scent Lows in the low seventies Highs in the low nineties Clear deep blue skies
Rain never ending Barren hillsides devouring Mudslides triggering The rain’s often a blessing Or catastrophe brewing!
A pale gold light in the far horiz… As morning shadows retreated quick… Vanishing totally with the midday… But then, shadows reappeared slowl… Cloaking all things before day is…
It’s a season of promise that all’… Heaven smiles; yeah! The future’s… All we see, hear, touch! What a d… Nature’s beauty has cast a magical… Sadly, spring will eventually bid…
I hear her whisper in the breeze I feel her spirit in the rain Her likeness I see in the clouds Her scent relieves all the pain. When she left I can’t recall
center For all the mornings I open my ey… And see the glorious golden sunris… I’m thankful! For the mornings I wake up next t…
Once, a child I was; long, long t… Those days forever gone, they didn… Now, as grey cells go; mem’ries fa… Soon I may forget friends I used… Time flies fast, while I await wi…
I looked and chose a thick one Tossed it sideways into the water Grimacing; sticking out my tongue One, two… Quickly, it goes under… Then she looks around, a flat one
Sad Refrain I hear her whisper in the breeze I feel her spirit in the rain Her likeness I see in the clouds Her scent relieves all the pain.
There’s a billion and a half reaso… I stand in line, hoping for a wind… So that I’ll relish the rest of m… Aaaah! The magical power of the b… F Aparici 01/13/2016
center yes, cherries have pits, and doughnuts have holes life can be a bed of roses, or of red-hot coals!