Haiku, Limerick, Poetry and Tanka
Limerick – Jemsbooks – Clarence Henry the Hermit Crab!
Originally posted on JEMSBOOKS:
LIMERICKS FOR JEMSBOOKS! Here is a Limerick for one of my newest books #10 (2018), Clarence Henry the Hermit Crab, about a pet we had in one of our fish tanks (saltwater). I have had lots of fun writing limericks for my previous books. I just had to do one for Clarence…
sincerity
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
Turn a life around It only takes a moment To show that you care ©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben
I Wish I Could Remember
Originally posted on World of Stories:
by Rose English ? I wish I could remember how you bounced me on your knee, and lifted me up high, to touch the sky when I was three. ~*~ I wish I could remember the sound of laughter sweet. Especially when together sparkling, shining eyes would meet. ~*~…
A COMPLICATED NIGHT
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
architectureofdoom Plumbers and Gasfitters Employees’ Union Building, Melbourne, Graeme Gunn, 1968-71. ? A COMPLICATED NIGHT The street lights refuse to glow on this dark night, adding to my increasing shivers and fright. I should not have agreed to come here in darkness crippling me with fear. ? Through the lit window,…
Thank God it’s Monday!
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
I’m too tired to write, ’cause I had a lie-in, You might think that the two wouldn’t mix, But after a weekend from Hell with the pond I was ready for crossing the Styx. There was panic on Saturday morning to start, With my son calling up…
THOSE BLUEBELLS
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
? Bluebells to ring in the summer when life can be such a bummer. Tiny lights to brighten the day. I’m happy they are here to stay. Sweet fragrance sent from the Almighty. Soothing music to calm the mighty.
THE TWISTED DANCE
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:weheartit.com ? ? A doorway to hell and beyond. And death, I don’t need to remind. Twisted limbs beg your forgiveness as they beckon for your presence. The midnight dance has begun. Come and join in on the fun. THE DEAD GAME
TO HEAL A WITCH
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:sweet-child-of-darkness ? Or so they say. I follow them into the woods to the house waiting in the distance. They roam at night under the full moon. The Dead walk among them, or so we are told. THE DEAD GAME
COLD FEAR
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
? ? How did I come to be here? Cold wraps around me in fear. No matter how far I walk, I can hear them move and talk. Muttering curses on me with faces, I cannot see. They surround me on each side. There’s nowhere for me to hide. I…