poetry
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – SUIT Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was WRONG. Keith Channing: Whether it be right or wrong, Ricky will still sing his song. Once he’s in flight,…
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Thank you so much for all your lovely responses to me opening up my Friday poetry blog post to guest poets. I’m very pleased to welcome my first guest – Kim Smyth, with her delightful poem. Here’s a little bit about Kim: Kim Smyth is a freelance writer studying to become a transcriptionist. She lives…
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – WRONG Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was BRAIN. Keith Channing: Brain is what makes people smart; Read the writings of René Descartes. Although, just like you…
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Unwanted Gifts It is the worst time of year, One that fills me with great fear, It’s my birthday next week, you see, I know I should be filled with glee, To receive presents and gifts galore, But I don’t want them, not anymore, Not out-of-date sweets from Uncle Ken, Or twee ornaments yet again,…
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Tights Tights. Now there’s a word, Which is quite absurd, Panty hose is just as bad, And pop socks are a daft fad, The men all like stockings best, But those straps are such a pest, Knee highs seem to be knee lows, Falling right down to my toes. But tights take the crown, For…
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When Will It End? Branches stab at me, Fingers uncoiling, reaching out, I push past them, panting, When will it end? Voices fill the air, Guttural, gathering momentum, Someone sees me, I shiver, When will it end? Lights fill the forest, Footsteps thunder, coming closer, Shouts shoot through me, I scream, When will it end?…
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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – CASH Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was FIFTY. Keith Channing: For a while, I believed my friend Trevor; I thought I could go on for ever.…
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Ghostly Woes I am a ghost and my aim is to scare, Sending shivers, chilling all those who dare Enter my deepest and deadliest lair, Alas, I’m not very good. As a lad, I couldn’t wait to be dead, To walk through walls, but I always hit my head, The world’s worst ghost is what…
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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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Here’s your Monday smile – it’s limerick time. Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you – SHOWER Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was PLANT. Keith Channing: Pansies, or so I am told, Live in places you may think too cold. Always in…
Esther Chilton 