A Light on the Limerick
I would like to thank Yasmine, from the blog ‘yaskhan’, for reminding me that the poetic form of the Limerick is not just the ‘blue’ humor remembered from my youth. Their simplicity and brevity are both fun and challenging, while allowing the whole spectrum of content from the profane to the prophetic. When unsaddled from its strict-form anapestic meter, it can vary from driving verse to lilting lyric. Yasmine has a gift with just about any form and free verse, please stop by and enjoy her words!
She inspired me to dabble in the form and I offer the following as a respite from all the heavy stuff that has dominated my recent entries. Enjoy this crudité of the form!
Battle of Wit
There once was a man who constant talked shit
So, I decided to challenge him to a battle of wit
I worried he might come to great harm
For he showed up to fight, clearly unarmed
And that just wouldn’t be fair, now would it?
Old Sage
There once was a mystic old sage
Whose words became all the rage
But it seems a bit queer
And he seems less a seer
When he is reading them off a page
Sparky
There once was a man named Sparky
Who others thought full of malarkey
Until the skilled electrician
Became savior and magician
Turning the lights back on for free
Yasmine
There once was a poet named Yasmine
With a gift for words yet unseen
She plied her trade
Beautiful poetry made
Her voice making world more serene
Silence
We live in a world full of noise
Where everyone has a voice
But when silence is found
What a delightful sound
And one of life’s greatest joys
You are the master of your craft , Brad. Master craftsman who can turn simple words into art .
A limerick delight. I am thrilled that you mentioned me , it is more than I deserve because I see what great poet you are. If you write humour so well, then you got this raw and real verses too. Your pen is a testament to the creativity of your mind , Brad.
Thank you , thank you.
Your are much too kind. I am but a humble reader who happens to write. I was reminded by your own beautiful works, that no form can be overlooked, and I was happy to share your site with my readers so that they can enjoy your words too. A small thanks for all your kind support! ❤
You are a generous guy , Brad. Not many like you. It’s not that everyone can do what you did. I appreciate that about you.
I enjoy your poetry , Brad. You write awesome stuff. It’s quite amazing what you can do with your thoughts and how you imbibe them into your poetry. 🤗❤️
There once was a brother named Brad, who never ever made his sister sad, He was loyal and kind, with a love so sublime, and his presence made her always feel glad! ****Sorry, that was off the top of my head!!**** ❤ you!
Thanks for such a wonderful holiday and all your love!
Oh! my! Poetry runs in the family. It’s in all your genes , you Osbornes.
She also has the culinary gift as well. Few can cook better than she can. She is multi-talented for sure.
She is quite something , does she blog here, Brad?
Oh, btw Brad , I did my last post for you.
I’ve always been a fan of limericks, and these did not disappoint!