A rhyme in time

sirhugs said:
is this poesy a good experiment
in ways to improve my temperment?
whether happy words or blue
I feel better when I 'm through


Spry

I've been told that I am quite spry
considering that I'm such an old guy
I do my thing
and make you sing
and my age I'll continue to defy!


slick
 
Im game.

she used a new trick

to make herself slick

by lacking a dick

she broke off a stick.




TREE
 
"ick"- oh, my,please, not " slick"
on Lit, why do words ending in 'ick"
always make me assume the last guy
wants me to attempt to defy
the urge to say " prick or" dick"
and other things we stick?


Grip
 
Re: Im game.

kkceohcs said:
she used a new trick

to make herself slick

by lacking a dick

she broke off a stick.




TREE

Under the spreading oak tree
I knew you and you knew me.
the time was sweet
a luscious treat
as we delved into your mystery


luscious
 
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Re: Re: Im game.

Sirhugs[/i] [b]"ick"- oh said:
Under the spreading oak tree
I knew you and you knew me.
the time was sweet
a luscious treat
as we delved into your mystery


luscious

She had a luscious grip
on something near to my hip
bit my lip
when she did slip
on something she meant to nip!


ship
 
hehehe

A sailing we shall be

for boarding the tall ship with glee

when taking on water we flee

for nothing is predictable on sea.




Air
 
Re: hehehe

kkceohcs said:
A sailing we shall be

for boarding the tall ship with glee

when taking on water we flee

for nothing is predictable on sea.




Air

Have you ever played the air guitar?
It's not very popular in Myanmar.
For me it's great
I never desecrate
the songs I'd otherwise scar!


president
 
Re: Re: hehehe

SecretScribe said:
Have you ever played the air guitar?
It's not very popular in Myanmar.
For me it's great
I never desecrate
the songs I'd otherwise scar!


president
I'm the president of the PTA
I've only been that for one day
I'm pretty sure I heard them say
If I work real hard I'll earn my pay



tribute
 
a tribute to Elvis
he could sure shake his pelvis
got the girls all wet
hasn't worked for me, yet!


Fink
 
sirhugs said:
a tribute to Elvis
he could sure shake his pelvis
got the girls all wet
hasn't worked for me, yet!


Fink
Wait a minute
You Fink
I think you
Stole my drink



nutcracker
 
kikmosa said:
Wait a minute
You Fink
I think you
Stole my drink



nutcracker


I couldn't find the nutcracker in the drawer
I had a bag of nuts I wanted to eat.
I dropped the bag of nuts onto the floor
and started stomping them with my feet.


Notice
 
I couldnt' help but notice
Your clothing folded at the end of the bed
I knew you were leaving
by the way you held your head

So many years of trying
To be what you needed from me
Some many dreams are dying
As you remove your house key

YOu weren't my true love
But I thought you were my friend
Now, I know you were neither
We should be grateful for the end

But what is this ache
found deep within my soul
Why do I feel an emptiness
Why do I feel less whole



Sadness
 
MissTaken said:
I couldnt' help but notice
Your clothing folded at the end of the bed
I knew you were leaving
by the way you held your head

So many years of trying
To be what you needed from me
Some many dreams are dying
As you remove your house key

YOu weren't my true love
But I thought you were my friend
Now, I know you were neither
We should be grateful for the end

But what is this ache
found deep within my soul
Why do I feel an emptiness
Why do I feel less whole



Sadness

Sadness grows within my soul
Until it consumes my life
There is nothing left of me
Since he took her to wife




sorrow
 
don't give in to sorrow
things may be worse tomorrow!
but the joy is in the finding out
that's what living's all about


Hook
 
sirhugs said:
don't give in to sorrow
things may be worse tomorrow!
but the joy is in the finding out
that's what living's all about


Hook
I set my hook
And play my line
I'll bring him in
And he'll be mine



giggle
 
I hear her giggle
then I watch her wiggle
I see her jiggle
down the hall
but she's not mine , not at all


Clever
 
sirhugs said:
I hear her giggle
then I watch her wiggle
I see her jiggle
down the hall
but she's not mine , not at all


Clever
Your really quite the clever man
Your poems I love to read
You spread laughter when you can
And cheer to all in need





morning
 
morning returns as word chosen and day risen
time is our enemy, life, but a prison
Heaven will come, for God loves us all
but tread carefully, its one Hell of a Fall


trendy
 
sirhugs said:
morning returns as word chosen and day risen
time is our enemy, life, but a prison
Heaven will come, for God loves us all
but tread carefully, its one Hell of a Fall


trendy
Doesn't trendy
Rhyme with windy
Names like Cindy
Or Mork and Mindy?


disco
 
"Disco sucks" I used to chant
me and my chum loved to rant
at the mindless machine sound
people like robots dancing round


Square
 
sirhugs said:
"Disco sucks" I used to chant
me and my chum loved to rant
at the mindless machine sound
people like robots dancing round


Square
I'll admit I am a square
Cause at a disco, I'm not there
I do not dance, I would not dare
I just sit here in my chair




hustle
 
Keep your Hustle and your Bump
though I'd love to bump your rump
No chicken dance or polka
I'll sit out drinking mocha
Let's wait to frug, or Locomotion
now, that's a really fun notion


Waltz
 
sirhugs said:
Keep your Hustle and your Bump
though I'd love to bump your rump
No chicken dance or polka
I'll sit out drinking mocha
Let's wait to frug, or Locomotion
now, that's a really fun notion


Waltz
A waltz I feel
Is the dance for me
To spin and reel
Would be extasy


songwriter
 
the songwriter sits in the smoky old bar
just humming, strumming his old guitar
waiting for the break that never came
too old to learn the rules of any other game
life wasting away, what a shame
no one but fate is to blame
his talent is there
as he sits in his chair
hoping someone might buy him a beer
mostly wishing that his songs bring us cheer


copper
 
sirhugs said:
the songwriter sits in the smoky old bar
just humming, strumming his old guitar
waiting for the break that never came
too old to learn the rules of any other game
life wasting away, what a shame
no one but fate is to blame
his talent is there
as he sits in his chair
hoping someone might buy him a beer
mostly wishing that his songs bring us cheer


copper
The leaves of autumn are of wonderous hue
Copper, yellow, gold, umber, red
Nothing compares to that wonderful view
I'm getting silly.. I'm off to bed





autumn
 
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