Silly Limmerick Sunday #1

A break from the usual:

The spirit of Old Jack

come hither to see this queer sight
no need sir to shiver with fright
the ghost in the corner
tis little jack horner
his plum was too large for one bite

Silly Limmerick Sunday #1

A break from the usual:

The spirit of Old Jack

come hither to see this queer sight
no need sir to shiver with fright
the ghost in the corner
tis little jack horner
his plum was too large for one bite

25.25 feb. 27, 2010

Staring down a Dragon's Throat

The hilt of his sword shattered. The giant brutes towered over him. Shaking, he stood. For this nation, he fights. For this people, he dies.

Another one...

Melting like a River of Butter

To emerge from his cacoon of blankets as a butterfly or to rot and become ashes, he didn't care. If only this day would end.

25.25 more fun this time

Chaos at her majesty's banquet

Twas a smashing party and all of us were well and truly shnookered. That's when the old bloke from Surry started dancing on the tables.

25.25 again

Dodging bullets in the street

The tires sreeched like a hawk tearing through the sky. The headlights flared like lighter fluid poured on a fire. As for me, i ran.

25 letter title. 25 word story.

Squeeze this world in a juicer

Clutching the pistol in his deformed right hand, staring angrily into her cold blue eyes, he let it slip from his fingers over the railing.

Tell me what you think...

Here's something I wrote the other day.  Tell me what your interpretation is of it:    Tears of Angels Crying   A single wave tossed in a stormy sea Wails goodbye to the sun as it dies on the foam The brilliance receding in tendrils of red   As waters rise up in a dreadful plea The wind strikes a fury to shatter the dome Screaming in darkness like songs for the dead   Yet seagulls alas squawk a new decree Like a traveler at last finding sight of his home The light has returned from which all will be fed   ____________________________ Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum, Paul A. Myers