Little Leprechaun

Little Leprechaun

. Little green man that’s not very tall, Is so small it tends to enthrall. They say I am in an intoxicated state, This might be true. I will not debate. Let my home-brew poteen be your guide, Everyone knows it’s my joy and my pride. Luck O’ Irish, this I have with pride, Especially with crocks of gold I do hide. Pots and crocks of gold, you do pursue, Rainbows, rainbows, is my big clue, Even if you think you can find my Crock of gold, It’s mine to have and to hold. Having a trick that is special to me, All you will get is ashes, don’t you see. Understand this when next we do meet, Nothing is faster than my small tiny feet.   Poem Style – Acrostic / Poem Catagory – Funny Written by Lady...

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Blessings

Blessings

Babies sweet and wanting a hug. Love so true it reaches your soul. Evenings of joy with family and friends. Spouses and loved ones as they come home when away. Sons and Daughters to watch as they grow. Initmate moments you hold in you heart. Nights without nightmares calling my name. Greeting of mornings with your sweet tender kiss. Special things are Blessings. Poem Style – No Style Format / Poem Catagory – Family Written by Lady Kathleen

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Obsessed with World Problems

Obsessed with World Problems

It’s time to see what we all can do To solve the world a problem or two. How about we solve war Make the warmongers roar By making them play Winnie the pooh. Famine will not be so simply solved We could get the warmongers involved While their playing with pooh Make them cook some good stew Then in some time it would be dissolved What can we do about terrorism? We know it’s a form of barbarism So get a Pygmy tribe And make them circ u mscribe Until there is no terror in him. OK a simple solution to drought And something that will not make you pout Drill a hole through the earth To a great ocean of worth But please don’t try to drown the Boy Scout. After the hole in the earth was dug Global warming might not be so smug Would have to wait and see...

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Desert Beauty

Desert Beauty

The desert has a beauty all its own, A rustic scene of something to behold. As you look into what the winds have blown, Extend it further out, it does unfold. A sagebrush tumbles by unseen soft wind, And only stopping when the wind dies down. The sun has strong effects, as it can blind, But shaded eyes detect the wonders found. Where even though this rustic land is harsh, It pictures rustic colorful of scenes. The desert’s greenery is not the marsh, But dry and special kind of color green. So next, when you are at the desert skirt, Look passed, see more, than just a bunch of dirt. Poem Style – Sonnet / Poem Catagory – Nature Written by Lady...

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