Janice Windle Poems

Amsterdam wears its autumn sunshine
like a veil over brocade and lace
confetti showering from the black fingers of the trees.
The Jewish Bride and her loving groom are dressed
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Country darkness
a clot of black night over there
a car, a figure hurrying away
calls me without words
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Recently I heard a poet say that limericks should not rhyme because there is no rhyme for the word 'limerick'. This seemed flimsy reasoning to me but anyway I set myself to find some rhymes for Limerick. Here are some of the (very silly) results:

(1)
Said a poet composing a limerick
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With creamy brush
I stroke your thigh,
point up the strong calf,
the bold curve of instep,
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Because the trees are more than green;
Because the almond and the cherry wait
Like bridesmaids at the churchyard gate;
Because black coral branches still are seen
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He and she
hand in hand
find a table in the window.
The sun slants in,
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Our breath is caught

trapped in the space that's narrowed
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A FRIEND IN NEED

Two women, one frail and falling
in the plump kind arms of the other.
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My head breaks the surface.
across an oily swell
the detritus of other lives drifts.
I choke on air
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I took it to the father of all wisdom.
He gave me advice.
I took the advice
to the mother of all love
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