A desperate limerick

☺This is a desperate attempt at a Limerick. It could be lots better but I’m sending this out any way:mrgreen:

Desperate Limerick
Things o’er which I cannot gloss
I try to change ‘cos I’m the “boss”
Obsessed with being in control
Sometimes I just forget to roll
And end up all day being cross!

Calle Fuente Alegre

The hour came
When we descended
The belly of our big avian cradle
Grateful for this one more favor
And the warmth of a May sun

We waded our way through the fringes
Winding and twisting to this new tale
Of a most beautiful city
Nestled daintily along the Coast of the Sun
Somewhere I never dreamed of

At the end of the road stood, to me
A most majestic mountain
First there was nothing
Then there was everything
How can I forget – the tail of Calle Fuente Alegre

Face

tonight
a much-desired homelessness
pulls at my heart strings – some nostalgia –
as the moon violates our privacy

see those conniving windows
yield to breezy coercion
leaving me more desirous
of this strange vulnerability

your face – it is heavenly –
a glassy reflection so divine
i can only imagine the glory
when Moses descended Sinai

tonight, May ends
yesterday the rains found strength
those strange hot winds could not but uphold
the beauty of your countenance

Critic

This poem was originally my response to a (still on-going) challenge with Su’eddie but I’d like to share it. Enjoy.

You judge the merit of my art
You never fail to play your part
For that’s the nature of your art
Not so much of an eyelid bat

Dissect as with a fine-tooth comb
Analyse in minute detail
Scrutinise motives real or not
Dismember each thought that’s expressed

You are of essence that is sure
If you’re not there I’m still uncooked
My work leaves your refining pot
Then by the world to be embraced

Hiatus

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She wanders back in time to days
When laze for days she could
A well deserv-ed hi-a-tus
Time out from what’s routine

Time out then was indeed time out
No TV, mobile phones
No e-mails trailing you
To say what have you been up to?

”I’d better run,” I hear her say
A stitch in time saves nine
I’d better fly before I snap
My sanity, in tact.

Dream Getaway

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My dream getaway
Would get me away
From dayless days
And nightless nights

My coveted escape
The anti-metropolis
Will lead as if on wings
To nature’s hexagonal springs

And if I get this chance
To heal of my metropolisytis
I will have made away
With a small happiness in my pouch

And if I from then
Desire to stay away
You’d know then that
I did indeed get my dream getaway

The One Who Was Never Found

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I am the man who loved his country
The first of many follies
Beyond reason, o’er kith and kin
For a cause that wasn’t  a cause

I am the man you should call brave
Only now I see the thin line
The invisible one that says
Sometimes Naive masks as Brave

I am the woman who left for war
Knowing I might not return
Might be killed or wounded
Or become a prisoner of war

I am the combatant
Who is missing in action
The unknown soldier
The one who was never found