A Lira is a five-line Spanish form with 7, 11, 7, 7, 11 syllables and a rhyme scheme of a b a b b, thus:
7 a
11 b
7 a
7 b
11 b
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Wolf Prints
Dark eyes reveal great valiance,
in padded silence you tread the path of pride;
inner strength perceived in stance.
Insight you freely confide
and forever will you be my spirit guide.
Cathy Bollhoefer
copyright Dec2005
Hello Cathy,
Thank you for posting this... THis is my Lira..
The Coming Dawn
When night-dreams become day's norm
and living nolonger gleams with passion's light.
Our spirit's merge and by morn
we're illuminated; night
will purge the coming dawn...dying souls take flight.
Entering The World ...
Her auburn hair is wispy,
it flails within the autumn winds, lucent eyes
behold untold mysteries
of universal laws-guised
behind her nascency, innocence resides...
a leery lira
we're fostering a spirit
of creative come-backs while shadow sparring
a phantom… as we near it –
perfection without marring
this form eluding us… averse to scarring
© MLee Dickens'son 02 Dec 2005
What Kindles A Soul
(Series of Lira's to capture Family Foundations)
Awakened by the lone chime
of a distant whistle from a railroad train,
that sings in the morning time.
The dawn's dancing swirls remain
like the assurrance of Aunt Kate's window pane.
Sun-streaked asphalt burns, torrid,
evanescing; light-gray mist dissipating.
We quickly scattered, and hid
away, anticipating
a hide and seek "hopeful first kiss," while waiting.
The nurse snuck passed the hall light
down the corridor, along the wall, inside
the maternity ward-night
lit shadows that slip and slide.
I saw my daughters smile and heard her first sigh.
As rough raging crests begin
and sea-storms surge, like waves against a mountain side,
old mem'ries emerge within
and anchor me. Each provide
those fam'ly ties that strive above ocean's tide.
So lovely Daniel and Liz!
You've talked me into trying this form!
Mine is more choppy though...
Stockpile
She peeks through the hole, her home;
in wonderment of the glistening frost bed.
Nut stockpile too low, must roam
out into the cold, she’ll head
in search of a meal for her brood to be fed.
Hi Lori,
This is a lovely Lira. The scene is crisp and vividly drawn. The ending
brings her plight together. This is a keeper. Every syllable is used to its fullest, to bring the reader a full and enjoyable poem.
Hugs, Liz ...
She peeks through the hole, her home;
in wonderment of the glistening frost bed.
Nut stockpile too low, must roam
out into the cold, she’ll head
in search of a meal for her brood to be fed.
Family ...
Determination employed,
his bounteous passion for living had fed
every moment I enjoyed.
He taught me to race a head,
and reach for stars...I followed, my brother led.
Composing Myself
I process raw emotions
through a database of stuffed-tight program files,
anew accessing notions
buried somewhere in there… hard-driving for miles…
yards… feet, down mystery aisles.
© MLee Dickens'son
A LIRA on a Sonnet
A sonnet yearns to affect
loving reflection, focusing on one thing
imaging heart to project
reality, so to sing
another refrain to which an ear may cling.
© MLee Dickens'son
Differences Matter
Lyrical does not belie
the name that is given this forgotten form
nor its shape should one decry
because it isn’t the norm
for learning something new will not ever harm.
A Present
Eyes twinkle with excitement
undoing bright wraps lovingly covering . . .
What is it inside that’s meant
so much? and you’re hovering
to see how I’ll emote? Will I get a ring?
© MLee Dickens'son
Road-kill Revenge
A small pile of fur and bone
lies in the middle of a black-top road
where big trucks and autos drone.
Going back to their abode
like people changing tires the bones explode.
Ripples in a Moat
I’d no thought to stir your boat;
forgive me if I’ve troubled our calm waters.
Waves can rise fast in a moat.
Such joy with sons and daughters
sometimes alarms our dear hurricane-spotters.
Hidden Treasures
Weeded the garden today
where the wife likes me to plant herbs and spice.
The cold front made it child’s play
and the numerous roots were gone in a trice.
Finding basil and thyme survived made it nice.
Home?
Home – yet jolted heart now grieves.
We’d hid-and-sought through many a day and night,
climbed trees here. But now . . . strewn leaves.
Stunned, I weep for her in fright.
Will morning star e'er again grace my poor sight?
remembered grief
To die alone? I don’t care
to be the last family member in the ground
with only friends there to share
tears beside that final mound
so I’d rather go than hear that mournful sound.
Sorry about the last post but I'm now following your lead on the: 7,11,7,7,11.
Typical Evening
Arriving home, I’m weary;
my cat scans me as I lounge before the screen,
drifting off (It’s quite eerie!)
half way through each show, not waking in between.
I ask each time where I’ve been.
Larry’s Leery Lira
Just when I thought I had it
you come in and change all the rules for the form
by switching line length a bit
so I’m not sure of the norm
but in dice, seven come eleven’s a charm.
LIRAcal Advice
You know that I make mistakes!
Don't be so quick to imagine that you're wrong
or quickly hit your brakes.
Just remember you belong
and allow me to screw up your favorite song.
Roads to Everywhere
To be in this company
of like minds which has now dwindled to a few
offers me a panoply
of opportunities to
stroll on florid paths, too many to construe.
Un-a-mused
Sitting here watching the news
I'm realizing how inconsequential
it is to my sleeping muse;
can I be influential
in making it realize it's essential?
opine says a me
Writing of such things, inane
helps keep my mind sharp and opens reception
to help a creative brain;
even though this is just fun
there are flashes that tell me I am not done.
not amused?
I'm feeling a barrier -
after a day working with insulation -
twixt me and my carrier,
that muse of inspiration
who may be feeling undervaluation.
a wait worth its weight
Valuation of all things
may depend solely on someone’s point of view
depending on what it brings
to inspire people anew
so when sharing thoughts, the muse is always true.
the grinch
amusement is not always
what your children ought to participate in
while hanging in the hallways;
today could be the time when you might begin
discipline, to your chagrin
medical add vice
she grins at each stupid pun
but has cultivated a sense of humor
and through the years we’ve had fun
beginning jokes where the punch line's a rumor
both a comic consumer
Buy and Bye
consumers can be comic
when you see the ridiculous things they buy --
like toothbrush ergonomic,
paper from Oversupply,
bottled spring water, rutabaga bonsai
gilding lilies next?
to bronze a rutabaga
is a real waste of copper and tin alloy
but alpha and omega
for a metallurgy boy
is making a brass bonsai; that would be joy.
Parading
A brass band -- O what a joy
to see with all seven of my grandchildren
mingling with the hoi polloi
to see the parade again;
their enjoyment's like I can't remember when!
first basis
Remember enjoyment when
a simple game of stick-ball lasted all day;
you hit homeruns for the win
and no one there dared to say
steroids helped and baseball was for fun, not pay.
Diamond Syndrome
Baseball's for pay, but it's fun
to watch someone steal second, third base and home
or the DH hit home runs,
see a ball game in the Dome;
we're diagnosed with the diamond syndrome.
bauble heads
Diamonds in domes or the nose
tend to sparkle and flash in spectators’ eyes;
they’re investments I suppose
but not when they’re catching flies
in the outfield. Just a millionaire’s disguise!
Outside the Bus
Millionaires are disgusting
when they throw their wealth and position at us
making me feel like busting
them in the chops -- make a fuss
with their guards as they try to get on their bus.
nothing learned
They post guards in school busses
because children are not taught how to respect.
A driver who discusses
the familial neglect
is branded a racist and careers are wrecked.
Who Done It
bus driver's career was wrecked
resulting from his suspicious accident:
"hit a student doing text"
but it wasn't evident
who was texting / what the above headline meant
habla-blah-blah
What is meant by “doing text”
shows clear proof the proofreader lacks language skills
as to nouns or verbs. What’s next,
Strange sentences with no frills;
gerund-mandering present participles?
Gerunds live in the present
in a simple participle kind of way;
possessive words will augment
their meaning in redisplay
if you understand my speaking, so to say.
From verbs to nouns you’re making
except when dealing with nominative case
so we shall not be breaking
grammatical rules in place
and leave English teachers everywhere quaking.
Leave English teachers a loan
so they will be able to buy a new home
to spend their summers alone
or visit the Superdome
where English seems a foreign language to some.
English is a foreign tongue
and to hear it on the phone, you must press one
but I will not be among
those people so just for fun
I press random numbers until they are done.
I press random numbers till
something strikes my mind to help me to recall
my PIN (vanishes at will)
for debit card at the mall.
Why can't I remember something that's that small?
Small numbers won’t come to me
but neither do I remember the large ones,
they’re gone to the nth degree.
In between I know by tons
but others will always leave me lost at see.
so you won't be lost at see
seven-eleven format
then seven then seven-eleven again
becomes a welcome doormat;
a-b-a-b-b maintain
and you'll stay on track when you your sight regain.
the lone rhea ranger
I think I have regained sight
and my brain is operating at its peak
but between my eyes you smite
me with formats and I seek
the beginning of this string and take a peek.
behind the seens
I often peek at the start
because I forget things often at my age;
I'm not really all that smart
and couldn't be called a sage,
so I check out the beginning when offstage.
comedy of eras
The stage upon which we play
will not ever see a sold out audience
to hear what we have to say,
which comes in an abundance,
and is delivered with some impertinence.
No Disgust
Impertinence is our style
delivered even when no one else reads us;
we give each other a smile
while we hardly ever cuss
and it is likely we'll never be discussed.
florid gardens
When discussing diverse forms
we’ve delved into idiosyncratic verse,
which have challenged all the norms
on poetry sites. Mosaic Musings’ curse
or blessing is it’s filled with new seeds and corms.
Corm now!
Corm? the rhizome of the site?
a big bulb where all the energy is stored?
Perhaps we'll flower in spite
of the fact that we're all bored?
Maybe you or Merlin will strike a bright chord.
greener past yours
If Merlin strikes a bright chord,
will I be there to help him in any way
or in the cups which I’ve poured
bemoaning those who won’t stay
believing there is somewhere they’ll be adored.
Loved in Linens
If they'd like to be adored
they might just hang around with us for a while
and become part of our horde;
we would love them without guile
and even dress them in linen and argyle.
note to author
Addressed in linen or guile
some think good critique is used to criticize
and that you’ve placed them on trial
but that is just alibis
people use when they want you to patronize.
Patron Eyes
You want me to patronize?
That was the most intelligent piece ever!
It really opened my eyes,
and it is very clever;
would I change even one word of it? never!
By the way, that's almost what I would have said without patronizing!
alter a shun
“Never change one word of it!”
is a critique everyone would like to hear
but there’s always a small bit
some would modify. I fear
that most of their suggestions do not endear.
Peek Speak
Most suggestions won't endear
the critiquer to the author that's critiqued;
however, the sight-seer
with rave review that is sneaked
in after two minutes: author's joy is piqued.
valued versus?
The peak of an author’s joy
is to be recognized and emulated;
a dream since I was a boy.
but I guess I am fated
to present alternatives to those jaded.
my alternative to jade:
something made of cardboard splashed with urethane
yet for which I have been paid;
that is all that's been germane
throughout my life... which is why it's been mundane
To feel mundane throughout life
without trying to change the situation
will only fill you with strife
when you could feel elation
by sharing talents found through cogitation.
Cogitation that's profound
may not feel that way to the person thinking;
it possibly would astound
him to know that his drinking
would destroy every intelligence inkling.
Intelligence is measured
through valleys of sorrow and mountains of joy.
Memories are not treasured
like a child’s favorite toy
but in the news that it’s going to be a boy!
When it's gonna be a boy
daddy's chest begins to stick out like his mom's --
well, not really, but his joy
may ooze right out without qualms
and he's glad that he put away his condoms.
calm down or be put away
in a long-sleeved jacket with lots of buckles
and you’ll never have your say
about the guy who chuckles
and walks around the cell dragging his knuckles.
If his knuckles are dragging
in the cell where he's been incarcerated
will he likely be bragging
about what he's created:
rash on his fingers that are now inflated
Inflated figures are rash
when you hand your books to the IRS man
who will ask, “where’s all the cash?”
because he is not a fan
of tax cheats and he will throw you in the can.
Receipts you've thrown in a can
will not impress the IRS agent much;
he will very quickly scan
the mass with his special touch
making it clear you'll soon be in double Dutch.
The Dutch will double you soon
when you go to buy a box of chocolate;
their costs have gone to the moon
and the price hikes won’t abate
because they planted the cocoa trees too late.
Don't plant cocoa in a tree;
when the wind blows it will probably spill out
and cause it to fall on me
which would likely make me pout
with all-day depression as I walk about.
As you walk about depressed,
you are not hurting anyone but yourself;
just think about how you’re blessed
with not being that poor elf
stored in the attic in a box on the shelf
What is stored in your attic
has become much too difficult to get to
unless you're acrobatic
because everything's askew
since the last time you gave it a going-through.
Going through what you gave last
to decide which I should keep or give away
all remind me of our past
but it seems like yesterday
when at the alter we were kneeling to pray.
You were praying to alter
something going on between the two of you?
What caused you so to falter?
Did the day make you argue?
Why not just go have a shower and shampoo.
With a shampoo and shower
things may segue into more than getting clean
and take more than an hour;
at our age, that’s not too keen,
we’d rather be playing find the submarine.
You play Find the submarine ?
Now would that be with Abbot and Costello?
Did they have a shower scene
with a gal and a fellow?
What instrument will be playing? A cello?
Playing cello or fiddle
with something else will get you into trouble
when soap is in the middle
and playing forms a bubble
you might get to first bass on the double
First bass might be in trouble
if the fisherman hasn't had his breakfast
but if his fishing doubles
or trebles he could be passed
back into the stream and he'd be free at last.
Free at last and thrown back in,
the bass thought that his food must have had a germ
for he wound up in a bin
and that strange food did not squirm
but he’ll never bite on a nightmarish worm
What is a nightmarish worm?
Is it created when you're on LSD?
Is the illusion long-term?
Was the worm an amputee
who regenerated and turned into three?
Regenerate into three?
Depending on how many times you cut them;
there’s the possibility,
although it is very slim,
you’ll wind up with lots of bait if it’s a him.
A worm is debateable
since you can always take it off of the hook;
it can be reliable
to keep your place in a book
if you don't mind others thinking you're a kook.
A kook minds what others think
even if they don’t verbalize what that is
but they’re always on the brink
of knowing that hers or his
answers are needed when he’s taking life’s quiz.
That's why you can't take a whiz --
your old prostate has swollen out of control;
doctor will give you the biz
so don't think that he's a troll
because your oncologist speaks español.
Spaniel speaks on colleges
which surprises me because they’re not that smart.
Fields in which his knowledge is
must include pointing to start
and he concludes where it’s best to whiz and fart.
A Slight Correction (not a slight!)
The quizzers have concluded
that the rhyme scheme of your last lira does not
fit on what you've extruded;
I'm afraid that you've been caught
but I know that doing it right's what you've sought.
I sought to be enlightened
with some new and wondrous forms I could explore;
my rhyme scheme should be tightened
so slight me a little more.
A bee and a B.B. will both make you sore.
Thanks for the heads-up. I corrected it slightly.
Two Old Farts
What will be will be for sure:
I knew you'd easily fix the previous
so that your farts could endure
without making too much fuss;
it's certainly now worthy of both of us.
Two Lucky Old Farts
We’re both worthy for certain
with our constant posts and the inane banter
kept bringing down the curtain
by our Miss Lori Kanter
that would have left us out in the cold hurtin’
Two Old *Bench-Warmers
With us in the cold, hurtin'
would Luce's friends have had a place to gather?
Inane or not, our spurtin'
with all our foolish blather
kept the lights on with our place-holding smather.
*Farts
Our light-holding won’t matter
if the influx of new poets don’t critique;
there will just be some chatter
and that is not what we seek
if we want to keep the mosaic unique.
A Mosaic of Poets
The Mosaic is unique
in its openness to new and old writers;
you'll see if you take a peek
in the forums -- no blighters;
fine observations without being biters.
With biting observations
sites drive away new writers just beginning,
giving themselves ovations
while not letting those take wing
who may be able to teach the world to sing
Mentor by Appreciation
We can teach the world to sing
by encouraging them to share their voices
and develop what they bring
showing that there are choices
to become symphonies and not just noises.
Notable Differences
Noises when symphonies start
are the orchestra tuning up to begin
on the proper key. Their part
will mesh and that former din
becomes an opus that makes you say Amen.
The Bald Truth About Ron
Opie made you say, Amen!
when you saw some things that he did with Andy.
He grew up as peer to men
(back when his hair was sandy)
who directed him; Ron's now more than handy.
lisps of faith
Ron is handy at his trade
because of excellent direction when young
and all the roles which he played
that captured our hearts. Among
them, the Music Man and Happy Days were strung.
Put a Sock in it?
Was the music man strung out
when he came to your town and recruited you? dew
Personally, I don't doubt
he must have been a little more than askew....
Can't carry tunes in your shoe!
Ooh-Gaws!
You can carry tunes in shoes
if you’re in the circus but are not the star
and here is some more good news,
no one will know who you are
when you play music and sound like an old car.
When the old car isn't sound
it may be time to go on a careful search
until another is found;
maybe ask for prayer at church
but get busy, or you'll be left in the lurch.
Busy lurching when you left,
you didn’t notice the cops waiting outside
and how they were both so deft
when the handcuffs were applied
or remember when you called your wife and cried.
Remember calling your wife
when you were away on a long business trip
and crying that your sad life
would rather have a round trip
that was over right now so that you could strip?
So that you could strip right now
they put up a curtained area in there
with some help to show you how
it’s easier in the chair
and the camera runs while you are unaware.
Camera in underwear?
Don't you think that sounds a little disgusting?
Who wants to see pubic hair?
It might take some adjusting
also if you want to prevent encrusting.
To prevent your wants in crust
handle the dough as little as possible
so pies will not be a bust
and hard as a big pebble
because holiday pies should be edible.
Edible holiday pies
are best bought at your local grocery store
if you are in the least wise.
Homemade stuff lands on the floor
or has burnt crust or is made from a wiled bore.
Half-burnt crust from a wild boar
is how some people think chit’lins should be made
but getting to the fat’s a chore
because it takes a sharp blade
and I buy mine but have the smoked hams fileted.
If your smoked butt was filleted
by the resident at the local ER
I'm betting it's not displayed
where barbecue superstar
lost focus and sat down near where the flames are.
When you sit down near a flame
you might wind up burning your posterior
or just be making a name
which will be inferior
to the hot pants that covered Daisy Duke’s rear.
Wearing hot pants on your rear
is not unusual in extreme winters;
they help you to persevere.
Some of course become sprinters
but others simply cannot feel the splinters.
Splint hers but simply can’t feel
any pity for that broken leg she got
when she skied that expert hill
and that is what she is not
so pain killers will remind her of that spot.
Thanks Daniel!
Hi Daniel,
You are, of course, correct. Got my rhyme pattern mixed up. I shall amend that but it snot what you suggested.
Larry
Pain killers will remind her
that not everything has to be downhill now
that she's up and does prefer
to stay that way and eat chow;
high on meds and eating, she's become a cow.
She became a cow when meds
caused eating problems and helped her to gain weight
but her shape didn’t turn heads.
I told her it’s not too late
before she gets obese and can’t find a mate.
Before he could find a mate
he found that he needed a captain's license
in order to operate
a fishing boat and commence
developing a business with confidence.
A confidential business
in this age of computers and internet
must be handled with finesse
and secure as you can get
so memorize everything and then you’re set.
To memorize everything
places immense pressure on my weary brain
and very little will cling
to old grey matter again
so I would likely hold myself in disdain.
Disdain in self I would hold
except for a small problem with self esteem
and I should not be so bold
but all my life, it would seem
that my love of learning new things is extreme.
If you think your love's extreme
you should compare it to "God so loved the world..."
When you do, it will not seem
that it's too much to have hurled
those fireballs of caring... and results unfurled.
Fireballs of caring results
in the annihilation of two places;
from children to the adults
who found falling from grace is
why your Creator removed all such traces.
When God removed Gomorrah
He also chose Sodom's complete destruction;
long they'd ignored the Torah
and all of its instruction;
'twas not because of their overproduction.
Overproduction may cause
wasted material, thus lower prices
make manufacturers pause;
both are bad but what’s nice is
consumers can buy more sugar and spices.
Having more sugar and spice
can wonderfully modify what you're baking;
customers will say it's nice
and they will not be faking;
they appreciate how you joy their waking.
Wake with joy, appreciate
another nice day on the grasses’ green side
as you strive to expiate
all the sins you’ve tried to hide
so when you do pass on, you won’t be denied.
When you pass, don’t be denied
the yardage which you still need for the first down
for pressure will be applied
by quick, large men with a frown
who will tackle and make you look like a clown.
Hi Larry and Daniel,
I've been following this thread with interest. Great Liras, both of you!
I like them.
Seems fairly easy, might have a go at this one.
I posted the instructions again (pinned at the top), because these threads become far too long. Several pages should go to the Archives.
Never mind, it's all part of the fun.
Syl
And so, continuing the string using those last lines:
You will be my spirit guide;
and though the wolf did not speak, he understood.
Bravery is not denied
and his quick nod said he would
stay beside me throughout life if bad or good.
Still following this LIRA thread. Unfortunately, I left Cathy's Lira pinned up above, where it's supposed to go. Hadn't realized that you'd continued Cathy's piece so beautifully. I think perhaps I should insert it here again, without the instructions. Shall do...tomorrow!
I happen to admire wolves. There's always been something spiritual about them, dark or light. I avidly read Jack London's books about them.
Syl
Threw out my life; he was bad.
He huffed and he puffed 'til he blew my house down,
and I knew that I'd been had,
but I would not play the clown;
I sought out the brick-building pig of renown.
Sought renowned pig built of brick;
constructed as an advertisement in town
where bar-b-que sauce was thick
and pork ribs deserved a crown
but had to wait while everyone wolfed them down.
Quietly he wolfed the down
from killing all the geese, and then extruded
into bamboo pillows brown
until he had concluded
with a large mattress, since no one intruded.
Intruding a large mattress,
bed bugs will propagate faster than rabbits
or a Hollywood actress
and their bite will give you fits
because you scratch so much you’ll need to wear mitts.
It's why the catchers wear mitts
that are bigger when knucklers do the pitching:
the balls zig and zag with fits
or do some odd-ball hitching
though the batters can still see the orbs' stitching.
The batters might see the ball
as it is floating through the air to home plate
but seldom believe the call
when the hated umpires state
“strike three” and the poor batter is shown the gate.
Batters who have a poor gait
have a hard time getting on base with a bunt;
difficult to compensate
for their ever hopeless hunt
to advance to the next base, to be quite blunt.
To be quite blunt, the next base
comes after you have finally reached the first
and she didn’t use her mace
and says, you are not the worst
because if you were, you would have got a burst.
If you do not want a burst
do not allow someone with mace in your place
who happens to be the worst
flirter while she's wearing lace
and normally likes to do it face to face.
Normally likes face to face
but now days nothing is normal on the net,
folks are in some other place
and he hasn’t seen her yet
but proposes and deserves what he will get.
He proposes to get it
then wonders what in the world he was thinking;
it's hard for him to admit
that it's lately been shrinking
and he's turning to hanging out and drinking.
If drinking and hanging out
you had better be standing close to the bar
because there is little doubt
bouncers will show you your car
and police will let you know you’ve gone too far.
When you find you've gone too far
you had best check your map and your gasoline gauge.
Your driving has been bizarre
to the bazaar, so assuage
your travel folly and get back on the page.
any travel follies give
new opportunity for an eclectic,
immediate chance to live
countless adventures. Frantic
encounters, when lost, can be a real picnic.
I was trying for an acrostic but the end-rhymes surpassed all degrees of difficulty.
Your picnic encounters lost
all the romance when you brought p b and j;
you needed to count the cost
when you gave her a bouquet
of dandelions... packed Kool-Aid anyway.
Packed dandelions in Kool-Aid
so that when I add the sugar and water
I’ll have an instant lunch made;
dandelion salad starter
with a cool beverage. Nothing is smarter!
Nothing smarts more than a slap
on a hot cheek with a bag of frozen peas
especially if the chap
does it with a special ease
as though you had just asked him to "Hit me, please!"
"Hit me, please!" he had just asked
so the bartender poured him another shot
and wanting to fill his flask
without looking like a sot
said “one for the road” but he didn’t get squat.
He didn’t squat by the road
although the pain in his stomach said he should
but he needed a commode
with paper to do some good
because it is softer than a piece of wood.
Pieces of soft wood will chafe
that private and gentle part of one's body
so it is best to be safe
in forest or in wadi
to save up tissue, no matter how shoddy.
To save up shoddy tissues,
one must make sure they are in usable form
but what might become issues
is that saving’s not the norm
and you could be spreading diseases that harm.
Could spreading diseases be
what aliens are doing to all mankind
throughout the earth’s history
while they are trying to find
a cure for their food sources before they dined.
Before they dined, food sources
were explored to find something they wished to eat
then set down to six courses
and when dinner was complete
they sought comfort rooms due to strange tasting meat.
Seeking comfort in strange rooms
is what happens at every bachelor party
where the best men and the grooms
pretend good times are hearty
but men have mid-life crises when they’re forty
Midlife crisis at forty
leaves some men alone and lonely at fifty
trying to raise their shorty;
they sometimes become shifty
but usually end up just being thrifty.
To be thrifty you must end
all the impulse purchases on shopping trips
and watch out what you may spend
but eat before hunger grips
your brain and tricks you wanting to stuff your lips.
Wary to stuff hungry lips
he avoids visiting the grocery store,
declines late night shopping trips,
buys no candy like before,
but he still keeps pastry in a secret drawer.
Secrete pastry in your drawer
and you will wish you had gone to the bathroom
for even a candy bar
will smell like an old tomb
when it’s gone through your intestines and goes boom.
When your intestines go boom
your wardrobe can become quite complicated
because you seldom have room
in undies so inflated
by the dependable dam you created.
Create dependable dams
then let artists paint large cracks and holes on it
so the sightseers on trams
think it broke and have a fit;
the money made will enable you to split.
If you split with the money
the artists will probably try to sue you,
so days become less sunny
as you begin to accrue
darkness while you avoid your prison debut.
Avoid your prison debut
with clean noses and staying out of trouble
but you’ll blow it if you do
and your life will be rubble
so use Kleenex and keep it off your stubble.
Keeping it off your stubble
while you're drinking hot chocolate topped with whipped cream
produces more than trouble
especially if you dream
when what's in your mouth is now going downstream.
Going downstream to the mouth
might be simple except for each waterfall
you encounter going south
because most of them are tall
and the rapids after them will make you stall.
If you're rapid in the stall
you won't hold up the guy who stands there waiting;
if you're not, since he is tall
he might be annotating
those grunts and groans and smells that you're creating.
Creating grunts, groans and smells
means you have major problems with your bowels
but your proctologist tells
it’s much better than the yowls
from cleaning impactions with hoses and towels.
When impactions are cleaned up
you will have had to gather the waste matter
using teaspoon and cup
and the old kitchen platter,
holding a party like that strange, mad hatter.
Hey Daniel, I wrote this first one before you came back and edited your post. I'll come back and post an answer to your new Lira in a bit.
Outside your exhortations,
you must explain variations in the form
when writing your creations
for it doesn’t match the norm
and changing things at this late date will not charm.
new answer...
Party like the mad hatter
and your cup of tea will be the kind you smoke
which will make your brain splatter
while you’re coughing as you choke
and Alice asks you if you’d like one more toke.
I needed one more take
since the previous one didn't have the charm;
those limericks that I make
when a lira would disarm
are like surprising a friend with your forearm.
Friends forewarned are like surprise
at a spry septuagenarian’s party
for his birthday and he tries
to dance like he’s still forty.
He knows what’s coming and is never tardy.
He who knows what is coming
is only comforted if he is prepared,
but if he has been bumming
he is likely to be scared
that he'll be found out to not be unimpaired.
He’s found to be unimpaired
and not crazy like he wants people to think
with his posterior bared,
faces started to turn pink
but not from embarrassment; it was the stink.
When he lifted up his drawers
with embarrassment hardly anyone shrunk
since all of them ran indoors
because the guy was a skunk;
they feared what was about to come from his trunk.
The fear that came from his trunk
was trumpeted because of the mouse he saw.
That myth is one to debunk
and is likely an old saw.
Scaring elephants should be against the law.
Elephants under tables
who somehow become scared by attacking mice
are quite the thing of fables
but your sniffing once or twice
could make you believe that they're indeed precise.
You believe they are precise
when you have someone do your yearly taxes
but you check it over twice
and sometimes that relaxes
but still feel sick and need a prophylaxis
You have a prof with axes
who teaches you survival in the forest
but he didn't pay taxes
or teach you to reforest
so you would teach yourself and became a florist.
To teach or be a florist
a person must read and learn from some big books
so I’ll put that on my list
and if I get some strange looks
I’ll just say the publishers must have been kooks.
If the publishers are kooks
the authors are probably a bit crazy
for scribbling all their pukes
because they were too lazy
to write histories of their calabresi.
Calabresi histories
are written in an Italian dialect
but don’t reveal mysteries
of how their cuisines effect
everyone’s waistline but they seem to connect.
The ones who connect waste lines
are likely the ones who wanted to sue 'er
for de-funding the ore mines
to prevent getting newer
pipes to make their job safer, says reviewer.
New pipes will make their job safer
because the old ones were installed years ago
and worn thin as a wafer,
they’re probably bound to blow
leaving workers in some deep do-do, you know!
So you think you know do-do?
Ever seen an elephant after dinner?
Koala after bamboo?
Horse stuff for a beginner?
Look at the cow pies; you'd think they'd get thinner.
Look at the thinner cow pies
for your fertilizer needs, not the thick one
because the thinnest one dries
before big ones have begun
then your composting task will be much more fun.
Your composting task is fun
if you think of the soil that you will create
when all that crap helps someone
especially when your mate
lights up to see her garden remunerate.
Remunerate gardening
with a lot of help harvesting the new crop
so that fresh vegetables bring
quite a noticeable drop
in bills but overeat and buttons still pop.
If you make your buttons pop
by eating too much produce from your garden
then you may be cooking slop
and letting pig fat harden
in your soup bowl... for which you should seek pardon.
No one can pardon soup bowls
because they don’t have a leg on which to stand
and the chance of their paroles
will never be very grand
but they are gritty if kilned with the wrong sand.
If your bowel's filled with sand
you would do well to stop eating on the beach;
lunch is not for getting tanned.
Try some cottage cheese with peach
and eating where a table will make you reach.
When you reach at the table
it means no one’s there to pass you what you need
and even if you’re able
good manners should have decreed
that’s not nice. Lazy Susan means you don’t plead.
Lazy Susan heard our plea
but her response caused us to go round and round
with nothing but black coffee
on the table to confound
our need for food to eat and drink; she just frowned.
If our need for food and drink
causes adverse reactions in the body
then while chewing, we must think
if it will make us squatty
or is it that our diet is just shoddy.
Dress looks shoddy? Then dye it
to bring out its features with a brighter hue
that may even disquiet
your lover who has been blue;
he really has the need to be snuggling you.
The need to snuggle has you
in the spoon position each night when you sleep
but as you’re aging, you grew
and spoons got too large to keep
so now you’re just jumbled in bed in a heap.
Juggling in bed while you sleep
would be disquieting for anyone's spouse;
bowling pins landing on her bleep*
near scared her out of her blouse;
she changed your meds and threw junk out of the house.
*originally head (she swore!)
Changed meds and threw out some junk
where head and sleep were supposed to be a rhyme
but it merely went kerplunk
and word juggling anytime
when writing Liras should always be sublime.
Writing one under a lime...
never done that but if you insist I'll try
some day when I have the time.
I don't want juice in my eye
so I'll have to work to gravity defy.
Work to defy gravity
and you may wind up being an astronaut
but it’s not simplicity
for the path is often fraught
with the vacuum of outer space where you’re caught.
Caught in a vacuum, you say?
You need to be more careful cleaning your house.
Don't trip on the cord that way
and be sucked in like a louse.
If you're careful, you'll be quiet as a mouse.
It was quite as a mouse
slinking along with its belly on the floor
wondering what’s in my house
or what came in the front door;
pythons know all their food’s caged in the pet store.
Since the pet store food's cagey
our new guinea pig developed stomach cramps
'cause snake's cook book was pagey
and he feared feeling the clamps
of its mouth around it lit up by floor lamps.
His mouth lit up by floor lamps
and the dentist’s breath permeating his nose,
the old man who we call gramps
was just beginning to doze
and be fitted with new teeth so his smile shows.
Fit with no teeth so his smile
would not be described as a dentist's ideal
nor surely would he beguile
last year's blind date to a meal,
The 'vette-owner trusted his automobile.
Owner trusted his corvette
to get him where he wanted to go quickly
and he had a standing bet,
though speed made him feel prickly,
it would lure girls even when he looked sickly.
His lure was a bit prickly
because his dad taught him to fish with nettles
which he always cast quickly
to land among the petals
along the shore in spring where they would settle.
Cherokee Rose
Along the shore in springtime
you’ll see curtains of beautiful white flowers
on thorny vines which will climb
everything ‘till it towers
like a wall, before which everyone cowers.
Cowering before a wall
the little ivy halted even trying
but put down roots in the fall
after a summer crying;
its tears nurtured a growth that's overlying.
pair a sights
A growth that’s overlying
could decorate or be the cause of demise
so think ahead when trying
for landscaping may surprise
and efforts are composted for worms and flies.
When clippings are composted
with leaves and vegetable scraps from your home
quite soon it may have hosted
worms and insects in the foam
created by decay into garden loam.
Loam, created by decay,
is the fruition of new life from demise
and this cycle will display
how God works with the surprise
that His plan will still exists when someone dies.
God's plan is often unknown
to us as we experience our stresses;
sometimes we seem to be thrown
into empty recesses
but we discover what God's grace compresses.
Discover what God compressed
by looking through telescopes into the past
whenever the big bang blessed
us with Earth where we were cast
but if we don’t take care, it will never last.
With some care the earth may last
a decade or haps a century longer,
but we cannot change the past,
and it's been a whore monger
eating up our resources with wild hunger.
Resources are what is wild
because you can never tame all of the earth
and getting Ms. Nature riled
is not conducive to mirth
for she has weapons of revenge without dearth.
Dearth can be its own revenge
doing everything of which it has nothing
when it's been asked to avenge
enemies who've had something
done to them by one to whom they used to cling.
One of them who used to cling
to his mother’s dress for perceived protection
is the one who’ll always bring
some flowers and confection
on Mother’s Day and care about selection.
Show you care on Mothers Day
because you don't do it enough through the year;
of course there's another way:
you could show up just to hear
how she's doing from time to time right down here.
From time to time write down here
everything you would like to say to the world
and then sit back with a beer
and see whose toes you have curled
when they’re like swine and don’t know they have been pearled.
If your swine lap up your pearls
you will need someone to sift through their do-do;
it's not a job for your girls
or they will bid you adieu,
so hire someone without any ballyhoo.
Hire someone without any
expectations they know how to do the work
for they don’t have a penny
and without being a jerk
you will give someone a chance who’ll never shirk.
When you give someone a chance
who's devoted but has no experience
your hiring them may advance
your business and may commence
a growth in character that could be immense.
Character could be immense
if it is built on a solid foundation
so don’t be riding the fence
but try a new sensation
by being good and causing consternation.
If you've been consternated
it would help to get back to the a-b-c's;
you may be over-weighted.
Doing basics often frees
us to live without being on a trapeze.
Trapeze, I can live without
and don’t need one to get in the swing of things
but there would be little doubt
the thrills that one of them brings
but if you fall, you’re bound to get lots of dings.
Yes, you're bound and got some dings
because of things you said before they gagged you.
Should have told them where your rings
were stored without hoop-de-doo.
Now your surgeon has to add another screw.
Surgeon adds another screw
as if the pain you feel wasn’t quite enough
when the bill that he shows you
as you lie there in the buff
lets you know that your finances will be rough.
Knew finances would be rough
when bookkeeper's printouts were on sandpaper.
This year is gonna be tough
and it will be no caper;
likely to be a penny-pinching scraper.
A penny pinching scraper
squeezed his coins so hard that they became quite flat
and then he used a shaper
to turn them into a hat
so he’d always know where his money was at.
Always know where your money
goes when you're prepping for your Easter egg hunt.
You must find where the bunny
will hide the eggs, to be blunt,
so you can know which kids to bet on, up front.
You know which kids to bet on
if you have correctly filled out your bracket
so you can get on the phone
and make a lot of racket
when Buffet pays the million, he can stack it.
At the buffet, just stack it
on every inch of your plate to fill the thing;
extra trips, you must admit,
may have a familiar ring,
but there's no need to stand out; just make it spring.
But there’s no need to stand out
in the rain and not open your umbrella
unless you are kind of stout
or a very big fella
who loves singing in the rain a capella.
Prone to singing in the rain?
Didn't your mother teach you to come inside?
You need to learn to restrain
yourself performing outside
when you're likely to get a cold for your pride.
When you’re likely to get cold
it is best if you dress in lots of layers;
at least that is what I’m told
but there are some naysayers
who ask if you can still roll with the players.
If you're playing with rolling
you had best be sure that the pot is legal
unless you are cajoling
or believe that you're regal.
Since you're on the beach, watch out for the seagull.
Seagulls sense you’re on the beach
and appear out of nowhere to beg for food
staying slightly out of reach
they are able to elude
angry sunbathers hit by what they extrude.
Sunbathers become upset
when arrivals blare music and feed winged rats;
they won't guard their spots, I'll bet
when one of their kids combats
the gulls and they have to leave to help their brats.
The gulls leave to locate food
to bring home to their chicks in hidden nests
and they don’t mean to be rude
but beachgoers will attest
if you don’t give them something you will be messed.
If you would like to be messed,
on the contrary, give them something to eat;
you may put it to the test:
to your neighbors they'll repeat
dropping all over them and around their seat.
Droppings all around their feet,
penned up chickens walk around in wire cages
because they’re made to compete
as the free-range war wages
but the fear of expensive eggs assuages.
Fear of eggs and sausages
makes it difficult to be a breakfast cook
but his problem assuages
when he starts to write his book
and rediscovers what he nearly forsook.
Rediscover what’s forsook
by stepping back to realize what it’s worth
and taking a second look
to see if there is a birth
of something wonderful and new on this earth.
Something wonderful and new
has disappeared among the daily mundane;
or have I become a shrew
who no longer can abstain
from things that are esoteric and arcane?
Esoteric and arcane
might be how most people think of this web site
and the few who still remain
are aware of the great plight
of finally disappearing in the night.
Disappearing in the night
has become what I am doing every day;
it seems I'm losing my Light
and wonder if I can stay
like this, but I keep doing it anyway.
purr severe
Keep doing it anyway
even if there is no one around to see
that you are having your say;
whether prose or poetry,
‘till someone locks the door and loses the key.
all keyed up
Locks door and loses the key
is no longer a problem to the public
for anywhere they might be
they open it with one click
on a downloaded IPhone app that’s real slick
parentally engendered?
I'm not slick with an IPhone,
having plenty of trouble with my Android.
I know that I'm not alone
but it's still hard to avoid
being troubled inside like old Sigmund Freud.
Troubled inside like old Freud
does not mean that you may have become insane
but that you’re merely annoyed
for never using your brain
to write something of use which is not inane.
No Daniel, this is not about you or what you write.
So glad that you don't want war
since I am having trouble finding things to write
that you and I won't deplore;
most of the time I'm just trite,
but occasionally something sparks the night.
short notice
If something sparks in the night
you better hope it’s not electricity
because you’ll have to take flight
as firemen answer your plea
to extinguish the toys and your Christmas tree.
Toying with Christmas?
If they extinguish my toys
I won't have any left for distribution
to neighborhood girls and boys;
I'll need my constitution
to get more and prevent a revolution.
plat-etudes
To prevent revolution
the government has many diplomats who
come up with a solution
for what most people might do
when tired of politicians turning the screw.
gene gnome
Turn a tired politician
into someone whom I might consider great
might require a magician
to remove and expiate
their greed and sloth which must be a common trait.
un-friended
A common trait is their greed
because nothing matters but the bottom line
and their reason to succeed
is all they need to feel fine
which means they will never be a friend of mine.
Drinking and Mining Don't Mix
Never a friend in the mine
is a fellow-worker who can't find his way
because he had too much wine;
no one is willing to pay
with their life for his time in the cabaret.
spent lives
In the cabaret, lifetimes
and fortunes have been wasted without a thought
of consequences or crimes
and diseases which are wrought
by drunken people, even if they’re not caught.
Snot to Spare
A drunken man on his cot
is far better off than sleeping on the street
where he could have had the snot
beaten out of him, a sheet
draped over him with blood left as a receipt.
believe
With Him draped over, blood left
His body but asked His Father to forgive
them and the man killed for theft
be brought to Heaven to live
for he had been saved by the Fisherman’s sieve.
reel-ism
Saved in the fisherman’s creel
was a record-breaking Pacific salmon
which had given him a thrill
but was much more than just fun
because it would feed his family when done.
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