A Limerick for Kinzi

You’ve been gone for awhile and the city is ever changin’.

New malls are in Swefieh, their displays they are arrangin’.

We’ve got stores in your name

But it’s still not the same

Come back soon, now, don’t be estrangin’!

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Jordan beckons, Kinzi!

Ode to a Sweet Summer Morn

Sittin’ in the sunshine before the start of heat

It’s hittin’ my bare toes. I’ve got flipflops on my feet.

Thankin’ God for breezes, ah the mornings are so sweet.

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There’s nothing like a breeze accompanied by shade

My second cup of coffee, in a mug, freshly made

Better drink it fast before this moment will fade

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The sun is creeping to my knees. I’m beginning to get warm

The calm of the morning is slowly starting to transform

You could liken this moment to the calm before the storm.

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Enjoyin’ the silence a little too much I confess

Before the kids file out with the start of their requests

I get up but find my way back, nevertheless.

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Mr. Sun, excuse me, but you’re getting in my eyes

I’ll sit further in the corner as a way to improvise

Mornings with you show me just how time flies.

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There’s no more shade to speak of, not even to borrow

I won’t fret although you may think it’s the cause of some sorrow

Time to sieze the day, I’ll meet you back here tomorrow!

Taxi!

Taxi!

This was first posted on March 3, 2010 and I am now reposting it in honor of Ugly Duckling’s post, Characteristics of a Jordanian Cab Driver. She is so dead on with her observations, yet again.

What am  doing here in front of my computer before even drinking my first cup of coffee when I could be watching that half hour of gossip TV, Entertainment Tonight just after I send the kids off to school? Blame it on Kinzi, for coming up with an entertaining topic this morning. Or shall we blame it on Shady for starting this whole thing? (Get me a link, Shady, so we can keep this all together)

My taxi story goes like this: Back in the day when all taxis in Jordan were Mercedes, I took the taxi to work every morning. I knew how much it should cost and always expected to pay the same amount. Some wise guy taxi driver thought he would take me for a ride so to speak. He wanted to charge me over a dinar, way too much especially back then.

Me: Laish? (Why?)

Him: Ashan jaish. (Because of the army.)

Me: Sho? Ashan jaish. Laish jaish? (What do you mean “because of the army”? What does the army have to do with this?)

Him: (Smiling, yet not budging) Ashan jaish.

By now I have become angry, impatient, and about to be late for work.

(And by now, all my Arab readers are having a good chuckle.)

So I throw change on the seat in the amount it should be and storm off not even looking back . . . I am somewhat fearful that if I do I will see him out of the car after me and the dinar he is tying to swindle from me.

I go upstairs still in my rage. By the way I was also hormonal as I was pregnant at the time. I relate my story to whoever happens to be in the office and by the time I am done they are laughing and smiling at me.

Me: What?

Coworker: Don’t you get it? Laish. Ashan Jaish. It rhymes. He was just trying to fool you and having fun with it.

So from that day on I was prepared. If EVER a taxi driver did that to me again I would hand him what he should get and if he asked why I would say:

Becoze. Mlabas loz. (Because. Jordan almonds.)

while walking away laughing!

Seven Things About Me and the Pink Award

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Things about me in the number of seven

First I live my life like I’m goin’ to heaven

Hopin all my wrongs will some day be forgiven

That’s one.

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Second thing about me that you should know

I look nothing like Adrienne Barbeau

I never sang on Broadway or that Love Boat Show

My eyes are blue, hair is blonde and my dad’s name is Joe.

That’s two.

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Third thing about me you may find unique

Arabic is the second language that I speak

In the English language I say crik not creek

That’s three.

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Fourth thing about me is I’m married with offspring

In my house I am the queen and my husband is the king

Although neither of us wear a wedding ring

That’s four.

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Fifth thing about me is I hate house work

Whoever invented it is some kind of jerk

Sometimes when I’m doing it I just go berserk.

That’s five.

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Sixth thing about me is my name is Joyce

I really love to sing but I’ve got a lousy voice

I do it in my car because I have no other choice.

That’s six.

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Seventh thing about me is I got an award

If it were in sports you could say that I scored

But really it’s because the pen is mightier than the sword

That’s seven.

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Rules to Accept the Award

Thank the person giving you this award.

Copy the award to your blog.

Place a link to their blog.

Name 7 things about you.

Nominate 10 Bloggers.

Place a link to those Blogs.

Leave a comment letting those Bloggers know about the award.

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Thank you, fiveloaf!

Your comments always propel me forward.

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The ten bloggers I nominate are

Sunilification

Cinnamon Zone

The Blog of the Ugly Duckling

When Thoughts Graduate to Words

Celebrating A Year

A Poem A Day

WaystationOne

The Only Cin

The Arts Web Show

A Beachcomber’s Reflections

A Birthday Limerick for Sereen

My friend, Sereen, is opening up a new bakery, Z Cake Shop, and her cakes are beautiful! Today happens to be her birthday so she gets a limerick from me. I am hoping that on my birthday I will be getting a cake from her!

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“Please won’t you try me?” your beautiful cakes sing.

I could eat them til my stomach is  aching

I shall make a suggestion

In the form of a question.

When it’s YOUR birthday, who does the baking?

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Limerick of Lament and Rap of Rage: Profilin’

Yesterday, someone disabled my facebook account, for reasons unknown to me.  It’s hard not to take something like this personally, so I decided to get it out of my system by writing an angry rap. Picturing me, your average mom, rapping in this style is enough to bring humor to any situation. I feel so spiritually cleansed! Time to start over. Here it is:

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Apparently I have myself an enemy

Just when I thought everyone was a friend to me

Someone knew I loved facebook

So that’s what they took

I’ll start up again, wait and see.

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So many words in just my first draft

This could be good for my craft

Just like Eminem

I will have to show them

You THINK you will have the last laugh.

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Scratch this limerick style

Let me rap for awhile

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i have friends, you could CALL them my fans

hold me up when i’m TAKIN’ a stand.

i’m not TAKIN this ban

you think i can’t, but i KNOW that I can

did it once, I can DO it again

now I’m BETTER than

the pen . . .

WHEN I began

so GIVE me a hand

don’t MISunderstand

it’s ALL in the plan

now HERE i am

like johnny TO ed mcmahon.

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I’ll have a NATION

In a standing ovAtion

in an aBOMination

won’t make no acCOMmodation

. . . is mightier than the rolling pin!

to your affiliAtion

so take a vaCAtion

to my creAtion

in your dediCAtion

don’t change the STAtion

rappin’ rhymes in acCELeration

don’t like your Accusation

the aggraVAtion

is WAStin my time

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it’s my right and

my responsiBILity

usin’ words to the best of my aBILity

with aGILity

tryin to keep my ciVILity

to our incompatiBILity

so get your FILL of me

and my crediBILity

are you STILL with me

Larry, you’re KILLin’ me

your act is FILLin’ me

with rage

and WILLin’ me

to FILL this page

so GET off the stage

with your MINimum wage

start ACTin your age

not your SHOE size

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Realize

I will NOT compromise

anyTHING may arise

let me deCRIMinalize

what they may SEE in their eyes

this world is FULL of goodbyes

but i ain’t goin’ NOwhere

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Here i am till the end

You can STILL be my friend

and if it HAPpens again

can’t say when

i will PICK up my pen

AGAIN

amen

Whew! How cathartic. After all that was said, and all that was done I want all to know that I never intended to bully, intimidate, or harass, or to post content that: is hateful, threatening, or pornographic; incites violence; or contains nudity or graphic or gratuitous violence or to do anything unlawful, misleading, malicious, or discriminatory. If I did so,  please forgive me. If I ever do so again, please bring it to my attention rather than have me wondering what I did wrong and to whom. Although I have contacted facebook, I may never see my account again.

The Bad Poet’s Society

You may think that I write these poems to amuse you lovely readers, but the fact is I do it to amuse myself like a kid who has memorized a recitation and stands in front of whatever audience she can muster up with her hands clasped in front of her rocking ever so gently to the sound of her own voice. She loves the occasional run-on sentence and any chance to rhyme. That’s me.

But I am not alone.

I just became part of a society of such harmless souls. The fearless leader of The Bad Poet’s Society writes poems about dots and lives by the motto “Give pink a chance.” Like I said, harmless.

Ode to Dots

When I stop thinking

I am nothing

Just a dot

That loves pink

Occasionally pulses

And in the morning

Needs coffee.

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Snaps, momma. And don’t we all need coffee. Here is my entry:

The Bad Poetry Jam

I think…

I’m one bad mamajama

I’d love to be a poetry slamma

I’d love to be coola

So cool I could school ya.

I’ll keep rockin’ these rhymes like a gramma.

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And if that’s not bad enough, how about this one?

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Ode to My Lack of Exercise

I’d much rather walk like an Egyptical

But it’s time to get on the elliptical

To get out of this rut

I must get off my butt

Saying tongue twisters that make my lips tickle.

Rubber baby buggy bumpers.

Rubber baby buggy bumpers.

A Birthday Limerick and More for Wendy

There’s no good reason this wish is belated.

My eyes weren’t dilated nor was I sedated.

It wasn’t the flu.

Forgive me, Wendy Brown Chu

Now here’s the poem that was so long awaited.

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Because I find you oh so dear

Filling our days with endless cheer

I wish you even more

With medieval troubadours

Accompanied by the pan flute of Zamfir.

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A Birthday Villanelle for Wendy

It’s her birthday today!

It’s hard to keep still.

Let’s shout hurray!

My affection I’ll display

With my poetry skill.

It’s her birthday today!

Her sister came for a stay

Which is her biggest thrill.

Let’s shout hurray!

With two nephews who play

It is hard to keep still.

It’s her birthday today!

Serve her cake on a tray.

Her every wish we’ll fulfill.

Let’s shout hurray!

Should we have a buffet?

Hey, let’s fire up the grill.

It’s her birthday today!

Let’s shout hurray!

Happy Birthday, Wendy!

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Post a comment.

Leave me a word.

Tell me it’s the best

That you’ve ever heard.

Tell me it stinks

It is too absurd.

Or that for a moment

Your boredom was cured.

Write me a paragraph.

Write me a letter.

Your reading my writing

Always makes me feel better.

Give me a thumbs up.

An emoticon smile.

It will give me a high

That will last for a while.

I will follow your comment

I will look up your site.

I will comment on YOUR stuff

And we will both feel ALL RIGHT!

Write on, write on!

A Birthday Limerick for Chris

Happy Birthday Christopher Bauer!
Looks like I’ve waited until the last hour.
The least I could owe him
Was this cute little poem

And one wish of Wonder Twin power!