Limericks: "Jeena Baked a Pie" and "A Guy Named Dan"

“Jeena Baked a Pie”
August 26, 2018

Jeena wanted to bake a pie
This dessert was her very first try
And when it came out
She gave out a shout
It looked like a bug with one eye

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“A Guy Named Dan”
August 27, 2018

A guy from the city named Dan
He was clever and he had a plan
He wanted the money
So he left his honey
And he became rich once again

© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

Poem: A Vampire's Game

In a fantasy dream
In the darkness that surrounds
There’s an alley abandoned
And a vampire that roams

He drinks blood from his victims
From brokenhearted women
He thinks that he’s saving them
From the pain of sour love

But he’s hurting them more
Because a love that is sour
Can become sweet at last
When a heart is open once more
To the possibility of a new beginning
And letting love in without restraint
Even if there is bitterness along the way

This poem was written July 17, 2018 from a word list prompt: darkness, fantasy, alley, vampire, blood.

© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

Two New Limericks

“Grandpa and His Eggs”

July 31, 2018

A grandpa was carrying eggs
They fell down and cracked on his legs
Being covered in yolk
He turned into a bloke
For fried eggs and ham he now begs

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“A Lady Named Barb” 

August 13, 2018

A lady named Barb was a singer
When she sang her notes did linger
But the hiccups came out
And the notes gave out
She sounded like the telephone ringer

© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

Poem: Stolen Diary

She went to the secret spot
Where her diary was hidden
And found that it wasn’t there
She checked everywhere else in the house
Even in places it couldn’t possibly be
But the diary was nowhere in sight

The diary’s disappearance
Could only mean that it was stolen
By someone who hungered for
The deepest secrets
The most inner thoughts and feelings
Buried deep within its pages
And yearned to expose them to the world

But who would do such a thing
Especially when no one knew of its existence
No one but the plush dog on her bed
That has been her confidante for many years
And the four walls that she’s trapped herself in
For a big part of her life

They say if you stop looking
That the missing object will resurface
But in this instance it doesn’t seem
Like the diary will ever be found
And all its secrets may no longer be
Under lock and key

Written June 11, 2018

© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

Poem: Feeling like a Third Wheel

There we are on our date
Your friend sitting next to you
The two of you engaged in a lively conversation
About the movie we had just seen
A movie filled with violence, sex, and drugs
One you don’t take a girl to
When you’re just getting to know each other

No words escape me then
And I’m beginning to think
That it’s the two of you who are on a date
And I am nothing but a third wheel
Someone that doesn’t belong
In the booth with you at the diner

I want to leave you right then
But you are my only way home
And so I sit there waiting
Until the two of you finish your date
And finally say it’s time to go home

Written May 17, 2018 

© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

Poem: Stuck in the Express Lane

I am standing in the express lane
Hoping for a fast checkout
But instead I find myself
In a lane that crawls

Being stuck in the express lane
Every second that passes
Feels like an hour
And I stand their wondering
When it will finally be my turn

All the while I can’t help
But think about my life
And how it resembles this express lane
That’s moving at turtle speed

When will it finally pick up speed
When will I finally get to the checkout
And be on my way to my desired destination…

Written May 15, 2018

© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

Poem: Tears from an Old Book

Flipping through pages of an old book
My life is filled with tears never-ending
My future has a bitter outlook
No sugar coating, no more pretending

I am the only one who can rewrite the story
The only one to make a life that’s sweet
The only one who can achieve the glory
To make my life one that’s not incomplete

It’s up to me to wipe away the tears
Tears of the past that haunt me to this day
To rid myself of all the settling fears
That keep me dormant and won’t go away

Until I tell myself I’ve had enough
That I’ll take charge and fight to make a change
That I can do this and that I am tough
The life I hate will never rearrange

Because no one can help me here but me
To live the kind of life I want to live
To be the person that I wish to be
To change the sad existence that I grieve

Written May 8, 2018 

© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.