17 Monday Mar 2014
The wearing of the green, they say,
on this, St. Patrick’s Day,
should bring a spot of luck to those
with green about their clothes.
My shirt has many shamrocks,
same color are my socks;
but, if you can’t see these greens,
just look for emerald jeans!
If you think I’ve overdone it–
perhaps, well just a bit;
though not born a bit ‘o Irish,
I think if I’m more greenish,
my chances should be greater
of having good luck later.
13 Friday Dec 2013
Posted in Humor, Philosophy, Writing
Tags
four leaf clover, Friday, humor, luck, poems, Poetry, superstition, writing
Do you suppose it would be unlucky if one would
write a 13-line poem, with 13 syllables per
line, on Friday the 13th in the year two thousand
thirteen while standing under a ladder on one foot?
Just in case it is,
I’ll choose to write today,
Friday, December 13, 2013,
sitting in my easy chair,
with a gold horseshoe on the wall,
a four-leaf clover in my wallet,
holding my lucky rabbit’s foot
in my left hand as I scribe
this poem with my right hand…
May the evil superstitions
that tend to hang around
bid adieu, goodbye, farewell
as they exit from your town.
Happy Friday the Thirteenth!
Phyllis Moorman 