Limerick
A Collection of Thanksgiving Thoughts and Limericks and a Poem
Thanksgiving is around the corner. It is a food and family festival extravaganza in America. The grocery stores are locked and loaded. There are lots of places that offer prepared Thanksgiving dinners. And, for those who want to forgo cooking and cleaning and catering to relatives that they have to pretend to like, there are many restaurants that will be serving Thanksgiving dinners. I have exercised this option successfully many times and had some exceptional Thanksgiving dinners. Had my fill, paid the bill and then went home to watch football and chill.
By Joel Kravitz The Limerick Guyabout a year ago in Poets
An F-Word Limerick. Content Warning.
The F-word might be the perfect word. “Really?” you ask. Can you think of another four-letter word as versatile? It’s a noun and a verb, and if you put an “ing” on the end of it, it becomes the universal adjective and adverb. Put an “er” on the end of it and it says how you really feel about someone.
By Joel Kravitz The Limerick Guyabout a year ago in Poets
If It Were in My Power…
If It Were in My Power… If it were in my power, I’d build a city, a magical tower. Where the flutter of doves in their gentle flight Would turn life’s song into endless delight. Where jingling breaths, like anklets, sing, And senses soak in the hues of spring. Where the moon would never fade or wane, And moonlight’s fabric would gently sustain The barren souls of a thirsty earth, Clothing their hearts with endless worth.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
If sculpting is your art, O craftsman, Shape my face, my body, and my soul with your hand.
If sculpting is your art, O craftsman, Shape my face, my body, and my soul with your hand. Turn water into glass for me, if you can, Or cleanse this mirror of its rust and sand.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
