poems
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The Laugh Don’t keep it in, It’s no good there, Go on, let it out, Share it round, That joyous sound. Start it off, From deep inside Giggling, guffawing, Almost there, Laugh if you dare. ***
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Finding God My old school recently held a special bash, Class of ’83 was on the sash, All welcome, the banner read, “I’m not going to that,” I said. But my old pal persuaded me to go, She said, “It’ll be great, you can’t say no! We’ll see if Chris is still a catch, And…
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Secret Garden She watches the morning unfold, A beautiful woman with a head of gold. Sweet, sweet music reaches her ears, Her sparkling eyes brim over with unshed tears. She walks through her garden, so sad, Birds serenade her and her heart is glad. Blossom bounces to earth, no sound. And baby buds burst their…
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Here’s a Friday funny for you: I had an aunt who guzzled gin, A bottle a day was her sin, We kept away Until last May, When she gained a lottery win. ***
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – MEAL Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was FAME. Keith Channing: Some ministers may be quite lame, But it isn’t just they who’re to blame. Their confidence…
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No One Cares All around the world there is such pain, The needy lose out, while fat cats gain, Poverty has been brought to the fore, And countries caught up in hideous war, Terrorists and tyrants try to rule, And cabinet members play the fool, But no one cares about me. People awake to a…
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – WHIFF Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was WIG. Keith Channing: I really do not give a fig If you-know-who’s wearing a wig, I really don’t care;…
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A New Life Agony antagonizing Her, Pulsating pain pushing Her, Woeful wails wrestle within Her. She screams, sweat seeps, soaking Her, Tears tumble, terror tortures Her, Growing grin grips Her. Baby born Hers. ***
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Dark Thoughts For All Seasons Spring: The Easter Bunny, helping build the obese. Summer: Heat waves, aiding the spread of skin cancer. Autumn: Darker days, bringing with it depression. Winter: Christmas costs; who says Scrooge died long ago? Happy Thoughts For All Seasons Spring: Lambs and fresh flowers; nature reigns eternal. Summer: Glorious sunshine, lifting…
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Looking for a poetry competition to enter? Ambit Magazine are holding their 2019 Poetry Competition, with the theme of ‘Wild’ to celebrate their 60th birthday. Here’s some more information for you: Prizes: 1st: £500 2nd: £250 3rd: £100 Poems must not exceed 50 lines. Entry fee: £6. If you send in over five submissions, you’ll…
