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.

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.

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!


Post a comment

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!


A Birthday Limerick for Jen S.

Jen’s that gal from Alabama

Whose life plays out like a docudrama.

The current chapter is cool,

Set in Istanbul

With pure perspective of the panorama!


Happy Birthday, Jen!


Tell Me A Story

I’ve been nominated the Perfect Poet Award from Jingle at the Promising Poets’ Parking Lot. Thank you, Ji for the nomination. It is great to be in such good company. I would like to nominate Waystationone and his poem What’s Cookin as a Perfect Poet for Week 25. I hope you will enjoy my entry for this week’s nominations.
Tell me a story
No, tonight it’s your turn.
Then I must study. I have so much to learn.
Read to me, write something, Sing.I don’t care.
Just tell me a story. It’s your turn to share.
I don’t know what to say.
I don’t know where to start.
Just tell me a story
That comes from your heart.
Okay I will try.
Once there was a little girl and her name was me.
She woke up in the morning as happy as could be.
Her favorite was a lady whose name was you.
They loved to be together even when she did grew.
You teach me to read, and to sew and to cook
You take me for walks under elms through a brook.
You let me stay up to count the very last star
You buy me fresh bread, teach me to play the guitar.
Let me love you forever to the end of the day,
The way that you do when I laugh and you play.
You are the one that made me to be me;
That is more important than any degree.

Now where did that come from? You are wise beyond years.
Now get me a tissue to wipe away my tears.
The story is not over I could go on and on.
It is late, but I love each image you have drawn.
I will tell you more tomorrow and every day after
Now it’s my turn to fill your life up with laughter.
I love you.
I love you, too.
For always.

I’ve got a ticket to ride! With love from him to me!

It’s time to indulge myself and even if you don’t know me personally, I think you can feel my joy!

My apologies to John and Paul. Your tune is running through my head, I just had to tweak the words.

I think I’m gonna be glad,

I think it’s today, yeah.

The guy that’s driving me mad is A-OK!

I’ve got a ticket to ride,

I’ve got a ticket to ride,

I’ve got a ticket to ride,

And I won’t share.

He said that driving with me

Is bringing him down yeah.

For I would never be free

With no car around.

I’ve got a ticket to ride,

I’ve got a ticket to ride,

I’ve got a ticket to ride,

And I won’t share.

Now you know I’m ridin’ so high,

Because he thought twice,

And he did right by me.

Now there’s not a cloud in the sky,

Because he thought twice,

And he did right by me.

My baby, he cares, my baby, he cares.

My baby, he cares, my baby, he cares.

My baby, he cares, my baby, he cares.

My baby, he cares, my baby, he cares.

My baby, he cares, my baby, he cares.

My baby, he cares, my baby, he cares.

Now if you will excuse me, I have to run out and buy myself a new keychain!


Limerick of Lament: Parting Really is Such Sweet Sorrow

You’ve heard about two peas in a pod,

That’s the way it is with Q and Rod.

Two boys who are friends

That will never end

Although one lives his life abroad.


Star Wars, Indiana Jones and Wii

On these things they will always agree

Although neither have a brother

They have each other

And would never turn down a trip to KFC!


It’s the last day to get their groove on

Cuz it’s time for Q to move on

No way to stay

He’s going away

Rod will miss him so much when he’s gone.


To keep this friendship intact

The boys will make each other a pact

Before Q leaves tonight.

They will just have to write

And never fall out of contact.


Good bye, Q!

We will miss you!


A Birthday Limerick for Amira

Happy birthday, Amira!!

Oh how I wish I were near ya

I’d give you a kiss

You cute little miss

There’s no ten year old girl that is dearer!



Happy Birthday! Enjoy your day!


Poets to Ponder

I have been blessed to be introduced to other poets through my blog. I am listing links of them for those interested in reading new poetry. please leave a comment, we all need some encouragement on our writing. If you are visiting this page and would like you link on here, please comment.





Unprecedentedintellectual’s Blog



Jessica’s Japes

Celebrating a Year

A Poem A Day

My Alabaster Box

The Height of Awesomeness

Luna12780’s Blog



The Bluebird, by Edwin Abner Poe

It’s a lesser known fact that Edgar Allen Poe had a twin brother. They were born in Boston in 1809 to Southern parents, traveling actors “whose status was just a little higher than that of vagabonds”. Edgar and Edwin were orphaned at age 2 when their father abandoned the family and their mother died of consumption; Edgar was taken in and raised by friends of his mother. Edwin was taken in in and raised by friends and family of his father.

The two were as different as night and day. While Edgar Allen wrote short stories and long poems, Edwin Abner wrote long stories and short poems.

Once upon a daydream dearie, while I pondered chuffed and cheery
Over a run of the mill recitation of recollected laughter,
While I proceeded, practically prickling, suddenly there came a trickling,
As of some one gently tickling, tickling at my stockinged feet.
`’Tis some trespasser,’ I uttered, `tickling at my stockinged feet –
Only this and ever after.

And the mirthful merry mutter of each blue feather aflutter
Reshaped me – escaped me with simple delights of a crafter;
And so then, to agitate the elating of my heart, I reposed relating
`’Tis some intruder dancing daftly at my recollected laughter-
Some early intruder dancing daftlyat my recollected laughter; –
This it is, and ever after,’

And a bluebird, never lurching, still is perching, still is perching
On the boulders of my shoulders just above my stockinged feet;
And his song has all the voicing of a voice that is rejoicing,
And the spotlight on him streaming floats his feather on the love seat;
And my heart from out that feather that flies floats on the love seat
So happily ever after!