Dana Crandell

Joined November 2021

316 stories

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Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.

Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist

My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity

The Upland Soul

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Roiling Rapids
Raging rivers run Rawly, relentlessly rushing Raucously rattling rocks Ripping, roaring, ravenous reapers *** Submitted to the Tautogram Challenge. This one should be fun!
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
Abbot's Rabbit
An aspiring magician named Abbot Developed a dyslexic habit. His “Abra-Cadabra” Became “Cabra-Adabra” And he pulled a hat out of a rabbit!
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
He Chose to Chance the Rapids. Top Story - March 2023.
“You were his favorite uncle, you know.” My sister's words felt like an ice pick straight to the heart. It wasn't her fault; she had meant to make me feel better. On that day, sitting there with my siblings, the surge of emotion was too much to hold back, especially after the stress of the past 48 hours. I couldn't respond, for fear that the dam would break.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Families
I Can't Cliché
I try wearing the shoe, but I botch it. The pot boils, though I carefully watch it. The fish in the sea Are too few for me
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
The Last Limerick
As the time comes to end all the jollity Of throwing out rhymes with frivolity, If you've read to the end, You're the reason, my friend,
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
Paddy's Morning After. Top Story - March 2023.
Young Paddy was found all bent over, With his face as green as the clover. It wasn't fer fun And he weren't havin' none.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
Saints Preserve Us!
An elderly bishop named Shannon, While enacting a law about fanon Said, “Wear them or not,” “Sometimes it's too hot.”
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
Cliché, Away!
I put all my eggs in one basket While beating a horse in a casket. My doornail's deceased, One wheel got the grease,
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
Perplexing Pronunciation
We pass under oceans through tunnels And transfer our liquids with funnels So, why is it so That in order to row, We must mount our oarlocks on gunwales?
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
It's Not About the Money
We all wish to have a Top Story, To bask in the fame and the glory. A challenge spot won Would ascertain that one Would go down, as they say, “in his-tory.”
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
Lucky Man, Old Dan
Old Dan was approaching his eighties But had quite a way with the ladies. It wasn't his strength Or his girth or his length,
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
The Wages of Sin
A man who sang bass in the choir Gave in to his carnal desire With another man's wife, But the man had a knife. He now sings a full octave higher.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets