Limerick No.10

Do you like what you eat?

Even if it smells like feet.

Maybe not.

Cook it hot

And run away from the seat. 

Joy

Laugh out loud as praise.

What a strange phrase.

If my joy would ignite

A heavenly delight,

Then maybe I'd consider

To let sorrow wither.

The Call

A boy tries to call a girl,

And a world begins to unfurl.

Should it be a call or a text,

Or in a more natural context?

Should he see her face to face.

Wait for her or join the chase?

A girl tries to call a boy,

Or maybe play him like a toy?

Perhaps just be a little tease

Until inhibitions appease.

Should she see him face to face.

Wait for him or join the chase? 

Improvement

I made a lot of mistakes,
But I'm getting better at it.
What destroys and what makes?
I made a lot of mistakes.
Is it myself or is it snakes?
I loose grip, but the floor breaks.
I made a lot of mistakes,
But I'm getting better at it.

Clerihew

Edgar Allan Poe,
Loved his poetry so.
All about decay, death and ash,
But not less interesting than his moustache.

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien,
Made a world he'd never seen.
Some call it wonder, others tripe,
In photos, though, he's always got an awesome pipe.

Dream

Somewhere in a very strange place,

You might loose your face.

A woman will feel a little strange,

When she finds a rhyme to orange.

Free

Time to roll in the dirt,
Forget about your shirt.
Time to run in the street,
Time to let go of your feet.

The Kingdom

There is a strange kind of paradox,
That offers more than just detox.
Something that's already arrived,
A hope of which you're not deprived.
Also something that's still to come,
When the day is done.

Living by the Sea

All rivers flow back into the cradle of Tethys,

The playground of chaos – the Leviathan’s kiss.

Locked within are stories of a thousand kingdoms.

Bares the convoy of today’s traveller.

The lonesome respite of an old paddler.

Deep to the attack.

All rivers flow back.

The sofa of memories is my hiding place.

The carpet of size – an infinite God’s face.

Sirens dance in aspirations like teasing phantoms.

Fishing for complements in solitude.

No route but a desire to conclude.

What will it be?

Living by the Sea

Loud

Don't just make a silly noise.
Say a word of your choice.