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 – BOSS Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt last week was SUIT. Keith Channing: I thought it would be quite a hoot To go shopping in my birthday suit It…
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This week’s guest poet is Bharul Chhatbar. If you enjoy atmospheric poetry, you’re in for a treat. Before you read her poem, here is a little bit about her: Bharul Chhatbar is a passionate writer. Apart from being a dedicated homemaker, she is doing a bit to ignite the mind with her words that revolve…
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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see, I know I should be filled with glee, To receive presents and gifts galore, But I don’t want them, not anymore, Not out-of-date sweets from Uncle Ken, Or twee ornaments yet again,…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…
Esther Chilton 