Best Giggles Poems
I had waited for you seemingly forever
So long did it take before you were to come into my life
But in so many ways you had always been there
Your hair so white more than once people
Said that you glowed
Your eyes blue gray
Soft but piercing.
In the spring we’d plant flowers and you quite the digger
Would never tire of ‘replanting’ oh the control God blessed
Me with that summer
On the porch we would swing and sing until my throat would be sore
And still Id manage one more
Lavender Blue, You Are My Sunshine, Red River Valley
I can still hear the wee small voice
In the summer under the big maple the front walk
Would flood and we’d run back and forth barefooted and splashing
Your face, pure joy, your eyes animated, your smile so wide
And those cheeks I could tweak them right now
Is there any better sound than giggles and splashes
Autumn we would take long walks and picnics down in the woods
And sit on a fallen tree. We’d find ants and worms and spiders and rescue the most
Precious of treasures. Feathers, milkweed fuzz, acorns, so much
Bounty for the taking. We’d bring them home and glue them
On paper or cardboard or make touch books
Winter oh please let’s have snow for winter. Snowmen
And snow forts, snow balls and mmmm snow cream.
I remember the look on your face at your first bite as
If you had just made magic.
We read books by the fire, books and more books
Then you would touch my lips and ask me to
Read one with my mouth, which meant to make
Up one just for you.
You have been blessed with intelligence
You have an uncanny ability to fix things
You’ve never seen before
Your sense of humor can put me away
Until I beg you to stop
You have a sense of logic beyond your years
You will sit on the floor for hours and build block towers for babies
Most importantly my son
You have been blessed for an unquenchable thirst for God’s own heart
At eighteen our time together will be changing but sitting here
I remember the words from a book we used to sing to each other
“I’ll love you forever
I’ll like you for always
As long as I’m living
My baby you’ll be"
To Noah
Cool raindrops kiss my cheeks
A warm breeze rises within me
As I recall the moments
Which linger in my heart forever
The pulsating sphere of light and dark
Polar opposite lovers in the circle of life
Encompassing magnificent visceral nuances
Infinite shades of gray, slate, and steel
With mauve interludes
An elegant intimate tapestry
Complete with tears of joy and pain
Sharing love and grief
Gazing upwards I join my brothers and sisters
On jagged bare branches
As cool wind rustles our feathers
The white hawks, eagles, vultures, and their tribes
The birds of prey who gather
Sharing tales of their journeys through time
We all stare out
Our senses prickling with anticipation
A silence hovers
A shared glimpse
A collective inhale
Our ears and hearts awaken
Virgin raindrops fall on thirsty ferns
Their limey tendrils outstretched
Quenched in gratitude
A low rumble
Footsteps below
A clearing in the forest
Created by children gathering
Giggles and dust rise
Excited young mouths
Speaking in pantomime
Gesturing with kind intentions
Young creatures of the world kingdom
Unconcerned with language barriers
Sharing evolving consciousness
A wink of an eye
Hands on chest - feeling our heartbeats
Laughter emanating from within little bellies
Spinning freely in circles
Arms outstretched wide, heart open and exposed
Vulnerable in delight and anticipation
A low cello vibrates nearby
A gentle breeze rustles leaves
Which float in the air embracing light rays
Mesmerizing all
Pine boughs perform shadow puppet dances
On cascading rock walls nearby
Elders lean contently against tree trunks
Smiles slowly emerging as silent tears flow
A young child skips over
Tenderly grabbing her grandfather’s arm
Opening his hand, she plants a wet kiss
On his age-stained palm
Then gazes up at his toothy grin
Before returning to the gathering
Wild beasts arrive and quiet
Kneeling by water’s edge
To drink and watch
Hands clasp
A sharing ensues
A vibration rises
As souls gather
Radiating light and hope to all
For those who don't read blogs or know of Jan's successful first book, I've written a limerick for her and included it in my comment on her blog. She's included her interview in a podcast. I was asked to post my limerick here as well. If anyone would like to write a limerick in honor of her first publication, please join in and send me a limerick, or even a note to congratulate her. Thank you.
Jan, our Queen of Poop has a sexy voice
Crowned as Limerick Queen, she is our choice
But oh my lordy
Some are quite bawdy
Book sales are good ~ she's getting a Rolls Royce
by Lin Lane
Jan's poems are clever and funny too
Full of bawdy lines and some about poo
Comedy at its best
Her poems will attest
Read" A giggle a day" to not feel blue
by Tania Kitchin
No rolls Royce or Winnebago camper van
A sedia gestatoria, for Jan
One with a floating loo
For outdoor number two
Carried shoulder high around the Isle of Man
by David Kavanagh
LONG LIVE THE QUEEN
Jan Allison has written her first book
It was a mammoth task she undertook
Preview it on amazon
I'll guarantee you'll want one
I've read a bit and my whole body shook.
by Tom Cunningham
Jan nixed the idea of getting a Rolls
She opted to put wheels on toilet bowls
Her farts serve as a horn
She ignores those who scorn
And she never gets stopped to pay bridge tolls
by Mark Koplin
In a bathroom where tales tend to unfold
And humerous secrets are often told
There’s a plop and a cheer
Laughter rings loud and clear
In porcelain chambers poems are sold
by Arthur Vaso
Poetry Soup’s Queen of Poop
has made herself a news scoop!
She published her book
and that’s all it took.
A second book is now in the loop.
by Linda Alice Fowler
Congratulations Limerick queen Jan
A poetess who’s from the Isle of Man
Pleased your book is a hit
A giggle a day gift
From an hilarious comedian.
by Beryl Edmonds
Being of sound mind and body, this dude
Bequeaths his soul to help those who've come unglued
The world needs more giggles
And more positive signals
For a better world to emerge with a new attitude
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand;
in inky blackness of night,
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
I march to the beat of Satan's dastard band;
submit without a fight.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.
Running with the evil intent of command,
black thoughts now shocking white,
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
Misery becomes too much to withstand;
the balm of slumber bright.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand.
Decisions made in haste, cannot now remand.
Heartbeats spill the blood contrite;
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
Craving only grief's respite,
I turn towards the waiting light.
On the pathway to the flames of hell, I stand;
with giggles of demons sounding close at hand.
Deceptive Griselda is not so fair
She conceals her real age, will not declare
On the Net she croons love’s tunes
To make all the young men swoon
A fantasyland like hers is so rare
The secrets that she always locks within
Mysterious as the Shroud of Turin
‘Twould be easier to gauge
The much-debated shroud’s age
Than guess the date of photos she's seen in
Wherever she goes, she carries laptops
Sexy blog posts from nursing home rooftops
Delusional minds deceive
Some catch on, some still believe
But at 87; her figure’s flopped
Entry for Tracie's contest
snapdragons smile
lips curl, mouths open when pinched
silent giggles
Entry for Charles Henderson's haiku/senryu contest
Would you like a cup of g i g g l e s?
Here's all you have to do.
Take a cup and hold it up.
Then laugh in a g i g g l e or two.
Now pass your g I g g l e cup around,
and watch it quickly fill.
But, oh, be so very careful,
not to let one g i g g l e spill!
Spilled g i g g l e s are infectious.
They'll wipe away a frown.
G i g g l e s blown into the air,
will infect an entire town.
No one can be unhappy,
when bubbles of g i g g l e s pop in your hair.
So share your g i g g l e s with a friend,
and spread them everywhere.
g i g g l e s
g i g g l e s
g i g g l e s
colored with your laughter,
like loose balloons, float up in the air.
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A honeyed smile ~
in night’s dash
enchants
Giggling on tricks
peek-a-boo!
he reels
My infant’s cheeks
fresh as moon ~
I kiss
Charlieku 4-3-2 for Charles Messina
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Theme: Happiness 10/16/2018
Rain beats against the window,
As my little boy leans his brow
And little hands against the cool glass,
Staring, longing to go out.
His eyes light up with joyous excitement;
Grinning from ear to ear,
For down the hall by the door
He sees his sister's red and white polka-dot umbrella.
Glimpsing around to make sure no one is looking,
With quick steps across the floor he goes to the door.
He rises on his tiptoes,
Reaching and wrapping his little fingers
Around the doorknob.
Slowly opening the door ajar,
He seizes his sister's umbrella.
Pushing the button he pops it open
And slips away unnoticed.
The pitter-patter of rain strikes the umbrella
He holds high above his head,
As he runs across the yard
To the old wooden bench in the pouring rain.
Jumping he grabs a wooden slat
And struggles to climb on the wet slippery bench,
Springing high his little feet finally makes it up.
Bouncing up and down,
Screeching with enthusiasm giggles
watching the colorful rainbow,
Soaking wet,
He holds on to the back of the bench.
6/19/2020
As I hide from you in the dark,
I extinguish my little spark.
Your dog looks to the moon to bark,
but my place is not lunar -
ditch your radio tuner.
I'm in the distant universe,
ain't red-shifted - quite the reverse.
I have no photons to disperse.
You wanna ask, "Where you been?"
Why not ask Vera Rubin?
Na na na na na, can't find me,
no matter how you try to see,
with yer telescope, hee hee hee.
Wanna try using Hubble?
g'head, get on the double!
To scientists, I fascinate
and positively captivate.
My hobby is to gravitate
from the place I'm residing
in space where I am hiding.
Are you still wond'ring who I am?
If, 'scuse my French, you give a dam*,
without this guy, dear sir or ma'am,
the galaxies would splatter,
Sincerely Yours, Dark Matter.
Ollie ollie oxen free!
In the clouds we play hide and seek
teasing giggles echo
Chasing wisps of flowing gown
when you disappear
I see your hand reach back to me
teasing giggles echo
Surrounding me with mirth
Catch Me
Kiss Me
teasing giggles echo
Angel wings flutter past my finger tips
My heart is a twitter
Soft pink petals do I kiss
teasing giggles no longer echo
Chuckles, giggles and guffaws
That's the only way to fly
Find silliness in all everyday things
Tears of joy will fill your eyes
In fact if you're not careful
You'll infect your fellow man
Before you can say "pink panties"
Lunies will be running the land
Now wait a minute let me see
They already are I'm afraid
They resemble a flock of turkeys
Look at the mess they've made
We pay them scads of money
To perform their comedic routine
That won't change any time soon
So enjoy your plate of poutine*
Always look on the bright side of life
Things have got to get better
So why not try to enjoy yourself
And just carry on unfettered
© Jack Ellison 2015
(poutine – A French Canadian dish
of french fries, cheese curds and brown gravy.
A heart attack on a plate!!!)
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Unexpectedly
his miniature hand
bathed my arm
Attached to it
the query
“Pops”
“Yes son
I love you too”
And his giggles raced on
Have you ever met a giggle?
How 'bout one that didn't wiggle?
I've never saw such a sight
Not even in the mid of night
Tickle, tickle on your side
giggle so very much you cried
Tears of laughter I should say
Here comes that wiggle, by the way
OK, OK, now you see
You'll have fun on a smiling spree
So now you know a giggle just isn't a giggle
Unless you add a little wiggle
(I wrote this one a while ago for my 3 yr old son, and it
makes him laugh when we read it, and i tickle him on his
side while we read it....he loves it)
-Miranda Lambert-