The dress she wore once
Weighed less than an ounce
That set all men in violent commotion
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I want my limericks to be a bit of jest
But when I writeThey turn out to be triteCan I find any enjoying them a bit!
A routine annual clean up
Amongheaps of used up papersandbroken knick knacks-the contents of her shelf’s drawer,laya photograph,old and musty.Suddenly,all too suddenly,from the charred bonesof a died down funeral pyre,resurrected someone,with lovelorn eyes!Bursting the bandage of time,blood and serum oozed outand once moreShe becamea festering wound! !Time may put an ache to sleepBut anytime it may wake up and peep!
In our neighborhood, a dog had died
It was the owner’s delightBut the stranger’s frightWas its death a homicide or suicide?
Wielding a tool, mighty and spiky
He reigns monarch in Fancy’s domainSketching life in fanciful color and modeWhich with pain and strife fraughtOr bright with gaiety and graceIn finer yarn than the gossamer threadOn the fabric of words in befitting verseHe steals away from the noisy crowdInto the stillness of the cloistered cellTo dwell with Fancy’s mystic charmsWeaving downy dreams at…
How the human brain
Assimilates and stores up impressionsSome sad, some joyfulSome daunting, some frightfulSome difficult to decipher and decodeHeap on heap, they pile.Through recollections, vague or vivid,Dreams, words and thoughts,One time or other, they reel back and forthAs on a computer screenSome deleted forever, some etched deepSome irrecoverably lostSome able to be retrievedSome mouldy, sending out a stale…
The crow we see, was once a beautiful bird
The world stood in rapturous gleeAs he poured out melodies with such elanProud and haughty over his gorgeous formHe reckoned himself to be the crown of creationTo all other birds he was a cynosure of charmAnd he feasted on their praises of mad venerationPresumptuously dwelling on altitudes highHe thought the world was revolving round himLooking…