There was a young lady from Tallinn who'd go to the beach, but not swim. "Baltic beaches may be brisk, but swimming adds the risk that you'll leave behind one or two limbs."
Tallinn Limerick
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Category Archives: Poetry
Lopburi Limerick
There was a hasty driver from Lopburi who wasn't fond of the residents, furry. "Get off my damn back about the macaques, they lollygag whenever I'm in a hurry!"
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Schrödinger’s Isle [Blank Verse Sonnet]
The island's rocky columns rise upward. Its gray and green was tiny, but now looms. A giant jutting rock that stands on high, and shades the white sand beach and coral sea. This island will be home from now 'til doom. One's gratitude for fists of sand first swells, but it will crash in time with tedium. Could a sea death beat solitary life? One lives and dies by coconut water -- day after day - week after week, and dreams of company and comfort food, while knowing this is hell and paradise. What prison is this island - place unknown - that like Schrödinger's box shrouds life & death?
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Prague Limerick
There was a sad writer from Prague who drank too much cheap hootch and grog -- bohemian to the core, though Bohemia was no more, he liked to say, "What's past is hedgehog"
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Belize City Limerick
There was a chef from Belize City who tried way too hard to be witty. He liked to serve pork, but when it was on fork, tell his guests it was rat, just not itty-bitty.
NOTE: Gibnut [a.k.a. Paca] is a huge rodent eaten in Belize. It’s been called the “royal rat” because it was once served to Queen Elizabeth II.
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Miasma [Haiku]
the scent of death assaults my nostrils: carcass or fungi?
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Crow’s Eye [Haiku]
Rainy Day Surprise [Haiku]
one foot hits puddle. cold water stings my mind through a squishy sock
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Beijing Limerick
There was a bureaucrat from old Beijing who claimed that COVID was in a downswing, "It must be, you see, for it cannot be the rules changed cause of shouts of "Can Xi Jinping!"
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Solace [Lyric Poem]
My war days are long past. I'm not quick to beat drums. I've neither king nor caste. I've seen the winter come. Fearful norms have no hold. The law has lost its sway. I've broken from the mold, and turned a roving stray. Crazy sages / role models: those freed from conventions, who can't stand for twaddle, and shun all pretensions.
