Laughing Along with a Limerick, Poetry

Rad Dad in Denim

Tad was a dad who thought he was rad,
In his cool dad jeans, he felt quite glad.
With humor and cheer,
He spread joy far and near,
Living life just like a fun-loving lad!

Poetry, Three Things Challenge

In Caring for Myself

Your three words today are:
WORRY
CONCERN
CARING

In shadows deep, my worry grows,
A seed that whispers, never slows.
With every thought, my heart will churn,
As I watch the world, my spirit yearn.

Each concern of others, I hold so tight,
Their burdens heavy, I feel the weight of night.
In my caring heart, I lose my way,
Forgotten self, in the fray of day.

I tend to their needs, their sorrows I share,
But in the mirror, I find no care.
With gentle hands, I must learn to mend,
To hold my own heart, to be my own friend.

So I’ll breathe deep and let worries part,
For in caring for me, I’ll heal my heart.
With balance found, I’ll rise anew,
In caring for myself, I’ll be strong for you.

Poetry

The Weight of Care

Why am I the glue that holds us tight,
Keeping us close, day and night?
I’m tired now, my strength is low,
I need some care, it’s time to show.

I want someone to lift me high,
To hold my hand, to hear my sigh.
Just for a moment, a little while,
To see the world through a softer smile.

This weight I bear, it’s heavy too,
I long for comfort, I need it true.
So let me rest, let me be free,
And find a bit of care for me.

Poetry, Word of the Day

Finding Your Star

Take a breath, don’t yell or shout,
Ranting and raving won’t help you out.
What you want may seem so far,
But keep on trying, you’ll find your star.

Though answers may not come today,
At least you’ve shown a human way.
In every step, let kindness lead,
For even small acts can plant a seed.

So gather strength, give it a go,
Even if the path feels slow.
You might not get all that you seek,
But in being real, you’ll find what’s unique.

Poetry

Leadership and Personal Growth

In my professional life, I view myself as a confident leader who makes tough decisions and guides my team toward success. Leadership feels natural for me.

Outside of work, however, I tend to be more of a follower due to my desire to please others and avoid conflict, which often leads me to neglect my own needs. I’m actively working on overcoming this habit and learning to prioritize my well-being.

I’ve seen positive progress in putting myself first, but I recognize there’s always more room for growth, and I’m committed to continuous improvement.

Poetry

Journey of Dreams

To venture forth where dreams are sown, 

Our journey begins at the ancient stone. 

Through forests deep and rivers wide, 

Together we’ll walk, side by side.

Beneath the stars, our spirits soar, 

As whispers of magic guide us to explore. 

With every step, new tales unfold, 

In the heart of the wild, our courage bold. 

Poetry, Three Things Challenge

Spark of Laughter

Your three words today are:
WITTY
WILFUL
WONDROUS

Walter was witty, a master of jest,
With clever quips that put humor to the test.
His tricks, though playful, often caused strife,
Yet beneath the laughter, they brightened our life.

Wilful in ways, he’d never back down,
With a mischievous grin, he wore his own crown.
Chasing the sunset, he’d frolic and roam,
In a world of his making, he felt right at home.

Wondrous were times when we’d gather around,
With stories and laughter, our joy knew no bounds.
So here’s to the moments both silly and bright,
With Walter as the spark, our hearts took to flight.

Poetry

A Festive Feast of Flavors


Gleaming sweets adorned with cheer,
Indulging every taste, oh dear!
Nutty spices fill the air,
Golden edges, crisp and rare.
Every bite a festive delight,
Rich and warm, a cozy sight.
Baked with love, a timeless treat,
Reaping joy, so rich and sweet.
Each piece tells a story bold,
A holiday tradition to behold.
Dancing flavors, memories unfold.

Challenges, Poetry

Breaking the Cycle

In a restless mind, thoughts start to loop,
Round and round, like a crowded troop.
Heartbeats race, a dance of dread,
Chasing shadows, where calm once led.

Each worry spins, a dizzying flight,
Caught in the cycle, no end in sight.
But a breath can break, the silent shout,
Step by step, we’ll find a way out.