Limerick of Sadness.

When she hugs me I don’t feel it
When she loves me I don’t see it
When she cares for me
my only care
is what I’ve been denied.

(9 August 2014)


Limerick. (First Considered Metre).

There was a young man named Peter
Who wrote a short poem with metre
It just grew in his head
Thursday morn out of bed
After thawing his hands on the heater


[ my first response to Pooky’s Poetry Prompt 35, to consider metre ]

The Bearded Man Story.

There once was a gentleman fair
Who experimented with his facial hair
Let it grow without shaving
A change of face he was having
Wondering how many people would stare

Preconceptions that it wouldn’t suit
Or wonder if his handsome jawline dilute
But after a week of growing
The soft hairs were flowing
His wife would stroke it saying “cute”