Limerick Laughs Contest Winner and Runners-Up for Jan/Feb 2013
Congratulations to Patrick Murtha our Jan/Feb 2013 Limerick Laughs Contest Winner!
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Limerick Laughs Contest Winners and Runners-Up
Tickle your funny bone with our favorite limericks from the latest issues of The Saturday Evening Post!
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Limerick Laughs
Who won the July/August 2010 Limerick Contest? You can find her in here, along with a few runners-up.
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Song for New Year’s Day, 1949
What were they singing about 60 years ago? Here’s a song that may ring a familiar tune.
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God-Fearing Mrs. Bates
Old Mrs. Bates is always Peeping through her curtain, Peering up and down the street, Making very certain Of the wicked goings on Of all of her neighbors To and from their roisterers, To and from their labors— Her nose is keen for gossip As a pointer’s for a pheasant— And all she knows about ... More
Thanksgiving … 1950
Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn, To lift the heavy mind from its dark forebodings; To sit at the bright feast, and with ruddy cheer Give thanks for the harvest of a troubled year. The clouds move and shift, withdraw to new positions on the hills; The sky above us is a thinning haze—a ... More
Mid-November
I greeted the new day happily, but the sky was a gray that scowled at me, and the wind was a voice that turned away, a sigh that hoped that I couldn’t stay.
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November Night
The wind goes keening through the dark,
Disconsolate for what is lost—
The rose, the leaf, the lyric stream
Now songless under ice and frost.
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Warning on Halloween
Whoever rings my doorbell
Might as well roam;
I won’t be there with cookies,
I won’t be home …
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The Color Chart
The color of yellow
When the sun is young
Is butter
Melting on the tongue.
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Western Hills
A hill, out West, grows lanky and lean, No soft grass on it, no flabby green, Sun-tanned, wind-wrinkled, leather-skinned land, Tough and wiry as an old cow hand. In lonely silence it rides the range, Day in and day out, without a change, Watching over sagebrush, keeping stray Live-oak trees from wandering away. From dawn ... More
Fall
Now is the drifting time when the leaves blossom,
The sun of chrysanthemum in the soft blue sky.
Slow dawn and hasty sunset seal the heavens.
And a sleepy moon is there as the day goes by.
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Song upon Maturity
Oh, now I need no longer fear
Ingratitude, the jealous smile;
For I have known the face of lies
This bitter while.
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Jet-Age Reverie
When last the circling sun went down
You sat in silence by my side
To watch the crimson colors drown
In night’s advancing westward tide.
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Watching Water
The emerald surf cascades in churning cream;
The sea beyond is silent: in a dream
Part colored by the moving wave and sky,
And part by shadowed cloud and burning sun,
And part by where the buried centuries lie.
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Contemplative Blossom
Sitting in silence for an hour,
I watched the petals of a flower
Unfold, the fragile tissue slowly
Opening till the heart lay wholly
Golden and perfect in the light.
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