Lustic Limerick #5

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I give you…

A Limerick every other day
To keep my Covid Blues away …

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When Beauty married her Beast,
She said, “I don’t mind in the least
If he wants to be hugged,
Or his tail to be tugged,
I’ll give him a regular feast.”

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Lustic Limerick #3

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A Limerick every other day
To keep my Covid Blues away

When fickle Francesca decided to marry
She would not have Tom, Dick or Harry.
But she took up with Pete,,
Who she’d met through a tweet;
Then she married a singer called Barry
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A Devilish Dream

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Devilish Dream

Yes, I danced with the devil in my dream,
And I dallied with my demons as I slept;
Or was it you, my tender love,
Was it thoughts of you and me,
That salted all my tears as I wept?

For the bitterness, the gall which I have felt,
Brought me memories of life before I cried,
Turned my sourness to sorrow,
Lulled my aches until tomorrow, 
Lent me strength to face the future mollified.

Now, since I awoke, I’ve known an emptiness,
A sense of having missed that magic time,
When love was oh so sweet,
Our happiness was complete,
And that good night was always quite sublime.

 

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Bad Lad and Mad Gal

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Bonnie & Clyde – a contemporary photograph:  Wikipedia

Bad Lad and Mad Gal

Mad Gal and Bad Lad
Bonnie and Clyde to you
Ran away
One summer day
Began their heedless rampage
Led the fuzz
A merry dance
All to no advantage.

Followed a whim
Kicked back at life
Regardless of the future
Lived in the now
They cared not how
Governed by their stupor.

Until it ended
Brought to book
Corralled with no escape
Their final scene
A lovers’ dream
A last death-wish embrace.

 

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NOTE:  Bonnie Elizabeth Parker (October 1, 1910 – May 23, 1934) and Clyde Chestnut Barrow (March 24, 1909 – May 23, 1934) were an American criminal couple who traveled the Central United States with their gang during the Great Depression, known for their bank robberies, although they preferred to rob small stores or rural gas stations. Their exploits captured the attention of the American press and its readership during what is occasionally referred to as the “public enemy era” between 1931 and 1934. They are believed to have murdered at least nine police officers and four civilians. They were killed in May 1934 during an ambush by police near Gibsland, Louisiana. Wikipedia

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Two Word Tales  #14

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TWO  WORD  TALES  #14

 

Two words,
‘Not now’
Gave me
Some hope.

Two words,
‘Of course’
Made sure
You would.

Two words,
’Let’s wait’
Denied
That hope.

Two words,
‘In time’
Killed off
My trust.

Two words,
’Give in’
Made me
Despair.

Two words,
’Stay Cool’
For heat
Will kill.

Two words,
‘Look back’
The past
Will teach.

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The Darling Buds

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Photo:  ‘In a Surrey Garden’ – WHB – 2012

The Darling Buds

Here in my quietly cherished garden,
Where  golden flowers grow,
I love to linger long and taste
The flowers that I know.

But now around me where I see
The darling buds of roses,
They bring a powerful sense to me
Of life that decomposes.

Time has brought me to a point
Where life and love are frozen;
Where little I do has meaning, and
My future has been chosen.

For now I’m in a time cocoon
Where life has been suspended..
Where I can look but cannot see,
And reality has ended.

 

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TWENTY-TWENTY

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TWENTY-TWENTY

The longest light, the shortest night,
Have passed and now are gone,
And twenty-twenty stumbles on,
A dark phenomenon.

A memory to mark a life,
While I in fear live through it;
Live in purdah, taste the bile,
Trying not to lose it.

But hope and love they bear me on,
Counter my dejection;
Dark skies above will turn to blue
And counter this infection.

 

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She Lives

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SHE  LIVES


With wizened face and withered arms he looks his ninety years;

His hairless head,  those sunken eyes, not given to easy tears.
Though yet a smile lights up his face whenever he looks at her,
For she it is who lights his life, brings calm to soothe his fears.

But she is now a photograph, an image in her youth,
Mounted in silver, encased in glass, resplendent in its frame.
A memory of memories, written on his heart,
Reminder of a life well spent, of the lovers they became.

Long years, a life, have passed him by, the past now left behind.
What does the future hold for him that hasn’t once been tried?
Save memories, now fading, but alive within his heart,
Bringing rich fodder to his dreams, a full life justified.

 

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WILL  I  DO?

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WILL  I  DO?

 

‘Single man with toilet paper seeks woman with hand sanitizer for good clean fun.’

I have paper for the loo
Hand sanitiser too
Now I’m looking for a mate, Will I do?

I have headache pills galore
You will never need for more
Now I’m looking for a mate, Will I do?

I am well stocked up with food,
And I’m always in the mood,
Now I’m looking for a mate, Will I do?

I have wads and wads of money
I’d give you all you need, my honey,
Now I’m looking for a mate, Will I do?

I have the newest mobile phones
All the latest fads and clones
Now I’m looking for a mate, Will I do?

I’ve a sumptuous country mansion
And I’m craving for expansion,
Now I’m looking for a mate, Will I do?

So if you too are looking,
And especially good at cooking
Then I’m your man, yes I’m your man, Will I do?

 

©  …..  WHB

 

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Stop the world I want to get off

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Stop the world I want to get off

 

Stop the world I want to get off;
Incarceration does not suit me;
My home a prison;
My life is given.
Inertia rules, no remedy.

Four walls do now a prison make
And cabin fever is setting in.
On my study walls
Depression falls
Since holding you became a sin.

It has to be this isolation.
How can I live missing so much?
So please I ask
God speed this task,
I’ll give forever for just a touch.

 

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