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Limericks Just For You – Promote Yourself


A poem composed for you, dear,
Is what I am offering here.
Instead of a purse,
You’re receiving some verse
As your present for Christmas this year.

The people from a nation of note
Elected to office a goat.
“He’s not nearly as bad
As the humans we’ve had,”
Said those who for that creature did vote.

A man whose behavior’s absurd
Insists he’s becoming a bird.
“In Rome, by the sea,
A card’nal I’ll be”
Says that man whose behavior’s absurd.

My reply when a man once did ask
To imbibe a few drops from my flask
Was, “There’s nothing to drink,
But the wife will now think
I’m too drunk to perform any task.”

There was a man who knew not our God
And was thought by the people quite odd.
To teach him of love,
They gave him a shove
And beat on his head with a rod.

A man who had broken some hearts
Decided to sell them at marts.
“Though unable to beat,
There’s no tastier meat,”
He’d say when promoting those parts

: I hope you all enjoy them:)

Public Madness – Prokote Yourself


Shoppers rushing to and fro meandering aimlessly with no direction
Ignorant to society’s condition while intruding across another’s boundaries
Blind fools! Wake up! Wake up! Stop the madness that controls the thoughts
Wake up! Wake up! Pull back the curtain of vacillation, stand firm on resoluteness
Screaming children unhappiness abounds like a cancer spreading without pity or prejudice
Loud noise strains the ears bringing confusion and perplexity
Open the eyes of the blinded fool before darkness takes root and holds
Oblivious to the needs of others they fumble their purpose and are lost forever
Materialism rules the day holding the soul hostage from tolerance and temperance
Madness abounds like an angry storm seeking refuge in your home
Destruction of the family is its goal to uproot what the Creator has declared
Turn away! Make haste to a new day or else we are lost forever more
Kara Spain

My name is Kara and I currently living in the U.S., North Carolina to be exact. I am a counselor by profession but turned to writing this past year after a very long hiatus. I have my own blog, The Confidant, recently self-published a memoir, and write articles for various venues. I most love writing poetry and short stories. I am thankful to have a forum such as this in which to expand my views and grow as a poet. 
Kara Spain

Real Unreal -Promote Yourself


The music played on 
The champagne followed 
The conversations punctuated by soft laughter 
And the evening progressed to its logical starter 

This is the song for happy times 
Or a mood setter for the melee, one day fine 
So many things to tell compressed within a short time 
And the life was again back to like nursery rhymes 

The hurt he had caused her, she so wanted to take revenge 
The consummated pain just dragging her one step back 
As the story unfolded, she couldn’t take it any step further 
And the war she had struck with herself retaliated within her 

Was the story a figment of her imagination to hurt him 
Or it was a sour truth she believed in real 
As the pain seared through her on hearing his low voice 
She tried to repair everything back to jolly line 

She wasn’t a cheap floozy 
Just a woman high on passion 
And her imagination high on testosterone 
But she was going to make everything close to perfect 

So the music still played on 
The dining towards an end 
The conversations on the edge of punctuation 
And then the night progressed to its logical start 

Note: A friend asked me the definition of poem. According to me, a poem is a simple expression, not of love, anger etc etc, but of self, things that strike a chord in your heart/mind and you have to write it out fast before it festers and turns into a mind numbing disease.

~Alka Ranjan (India)

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