Best Inside Joke Poems
a journey
arrival
The cancer within.
Just another place to be.
(Whatever that means).
hello, now
You look different
than I imagined, filtered
through those gamma rays.
what's up doc?
Shall we slice, dice or
nuke today? My good doctor,
practice on me, please!
calculating cost of repairs
What is the value
of a human life? Do you
have health insurance?
another round of jose chemo
Only kidding, doc.
As far as hangovers go
this one's a doozy.
the good news
Well, at least I did
not lose my hair. (Inside joke,
never had any).
the bad news
I will not succumb
to a natural death. Nor
will I fade away.
cremate or inter?
Suit yourself, daughter.
Either way, I doubt it will
bury my huge debt.
legacy
You win. I lose. So?
Goodbye, now. I think I'll have
that last cigarette.
meeting god
She smiled at him
and said: "Hey there fella, was
it good for you too?"
Questions arise as I walk with them -
finding contradictions of formality and intimacy,
darkness and light, the tangible and ethereal -
where a sunset meets moon rising, black meets white.
Chill of evening leaps from the canvas
sending shivers through bone and thoughts.
Strange, how the long-faced couple steps
from winter’s ominous night, eyes upon them,
not disturbing the sleeping forest of naked trees,
searching for home or the inside joke of clowns and jesters.
Their soulful glow, one light with arms entwined, penetrates my heart,
shaping the beauty and mystery of Rousseau’s masterpiece.*
*Carnival Evening by Henri Rousseau
~*~ Quietly watching and waiting all the while laughing ~*~
- Recognition
Up in the night sky,
A face, with two gleaming eyes…
Cold like a glacier.
- Laughing
It’s our inside joke,
Tiny bubbles in the pool…
Fresh rain on the ground.
- Languid
Faces in moon light,
Satellites cross the night sky…
It’s warm, go swimming.
- Again
Like a falling star,
Gleaming tear-drops on my face…
Dew in the morning.
...(Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall)
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Hopped out early from his bunk bed
Jumped into his old blue jeans
Slipped his hand into his pocket
Found enough change for a drink
Put his tennie to the kickstand
Hopped aboard his three-speed bike
Smiled in great anticipation
Drew a breath of summertime
Strapped his helmet to his noggin
Heading on a morning ride
He had reason to be smiling
Now that this day had arrived
Billy rode along the asphalt
Like a bird he felt so free
No more classrooms, no more homework
School was out for twelve whole weeks
He cruised past Demato's grocery
An old stucco painted white
Where good gossip was the staple
Soft-boiled peanuts on the side
Heard some geese honk from the mill pond
Saw a yearling near the pass
Billy eased off on the pedals
Trying to make the moment last
Sunlight gently swept across him
O'er the treeline at the rise
Fragrant honeysuckle blossomed
In the holler near Route Five
And he wondered about Heaven
Could it be as nice as this
He was sure of one thing nicer
His dear grandpa whom he missed
As miles disappeared behind him
And his thirst began to build
He had one more place to visit
For his trip to be fulfilled
Soon he reached the Tower Toll Bridge
Though no toll was ever paid
Inside joke by the designers
Built for one car, either way
In the distance he could see it
A lone tombstone on a grave
The old church that stood beside it
Had a century's decay
He dismounted at the entrance
And approached the ancient sign
All it said was Billy Edwards
Born in eighteen-fifty-nine
Date of death gone to erosion
But his age was given - eight
And the last time Billy came here
Both their ages were the same
For a full year he had worried
If he'd die within that time
Just the same as Billy Edwards
Now he had some peace-of-mind
Kirsten
Kirsten has really pretty eyes,
She's loving, caring, and she never lies.
She helps me whenever I'm lonely or sad,
She doesn't like when boy's are bad.
Cuz she's a nice person and loves Jesus,
And anyone would help her if she ever sneezes.
Her best friend's name is Kath,
My love for her is taking a wrath.
Whenever she's awake, the sun will rise.
She's really cute, and has many natural highs :) (inside joke)
She's really smart in so many ways,
With her in your life, you'll have brighter days.
So give her a chance in your
miserable lives.
Cuz you'll love and miss her whenever
she dies.
But her smiles will never die, but live
forever.
Giving her up will make your
Heart Sever.
-Josh T.
today is just another day
to look back, to cringe
to remember light and dark times
to hear the cries of the forsaken
to see the whispers of the desperate
to know the chill of winters bite
to feel the sun's death give us life
to touch another's heart, selflessly
to reach out into the chaotic uncertain
to fumble the perfect plan
to catch the inside joke so clever
to be vulnerable, ready for what's next
without RESERVATIONS....assumptions....guile.......
today is just another day..... live it
It took very little to make us happy
young and intoxicated with feeling
high on the thought of holding one
another, embracing our way to
madness, another bite of the apple
we were deeply in love.
Past guilt not ours
yet thrust upon us, by those less
brave – by those priests and
priestesses of timid wisdom, wise but
aloof from the live world around them~ treasures
their hearts somewhere above the stars
you and I here and now yes worship our
chemical reacting with its earth, sensing
divine sparkle –
We brighten, flair together in our
every quaking moment of unrehearsed
encounter. Reborn by the lust of human
arms. Not rejecting God, but celebrating!
What liar convinced man that
creation is passionless? What dim seer
thought The Seven Days spent bored and yawning~
Evolving spirit something without far reaching
tentacles for physical sensing, probing, reaching, bursting
with desire to experience? This is not original
sin! – the much greater sin that of turning one's
back on the breathing, pulsing nature of Soul.
Yes, to be tamed! Exhausted into submission, never stilled and
wrongly quieted.
Yet, we pretend no answers, you and I, for unlike
many we consume our scriptures from the inside out, less
judging and more opening each day onto widening mystery
and enchantment. Innately knowing what sin is, rejecting all content!
Sharing the rest, though we are never entirely certain of outcome, for relished
always are evolving, bursting fiery skies
of new emotional universes uncharted. We
seek entirely without caging. Passion is art, poetry, micro
and massive inventions. Man is not burned
by passion, but more by fear and deception.
The Devil is fear! The age-old weapon of despots and
their armed administers of hate. The inside joke of
the Green New Deal...is more green for their already
bloated pockets.
I followed you down the rabbit hole,
Believing in all the magic life could bring.
Thinking you would unlock the chains I wore,
Setting my spirits free.
To teach me not to live in my head, but through life instead.
You knew what to say, to make me feel not afraid.
While holding the key to my heart, knowing your way through its maze.
Little did I know, this was no rabbit hole.
No hope of going to Wonderland existed and I grew cold.
I was trapped in a never ending grave, with nowhere to go.
Stealing the magical innocence away from me as I went
Too late did I realize you chained me to you.
The feeling of freedom dwindled into regret.
But it was too late.
Words you fed me started to taste sour
Starting to choke me in a full force of a drowning power
You laughed softly as you ripped the heart from my chest and whispered it was fate.
For you were mine, and I am yours.
There was no other way to be.
What more could I ask for?
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Forever falling, deeper and deeper I went.
Whenever I cracked and shattered,
You would put me back together again.
The chains that bound me to you only grew heavier.
No longer could I remember the sunlight on my skin.
Memories became trapped in the shade of an eclipse,
Light that they once held gone, buried in feelings of transgressed sin.
All hope bled out of me through the scars in which you had left.
Slowly my heart started to shrivel and desiccate from within.
My body lay crumbled at the bottom,
Fingernails caked in dirt from helping you dig the place in which I lay.
The solitary, waterless tear slid down my porcelain face
As my eyes stared up at a starless sky.
This is where you left my poor, broken body.
Leaving me when you deemed me unfit of further use.
Knowing that I was prepared to die, with foolish thoughts that if I had to,
I would still die for you.
You abandoned my shattered pieces as they began to blow away
Sharing one last thought, oh how we laughed together at our inside joke,
Both knowing that the pieces were too small to put back together again.
So they might as well be lost to the wind.
Say it when she makes a mistake,
say it when she’s stunning;
Say it with an inside joke,
say it when she’s crying;
Say it when she’s in your arms,
say it with your eyes;
Say it when you have no words,
and more when she won’t stop talking;
Don’t say it just for Hallmark,
say it with a special night;
Any time you feel it,
say it just because.
When six-seven shows—
on pages or when counting—
school children erupt
'six-seven' its 'six-seven'
feigning, pumping, hands juggling.
It's an inside joke
meaningless but magical
teachers lose the room—
order slipping through their hands
dropping every dangling ball.
Nothing to decode,
no truth, no cause to decry—
just the spark of fun
a chant for troupe belonging
rebellion wrapped in giggles.
huh,
not sure
I follow...
or that one, wait,
what?
I thought I had forgotten
I'm just refusing to remember
Sometimes I'll still think of you
By accident, of course
It breaks my heart that you're not with me
Or...that I'm not with you
And I tried my very best
But it never was enough
It never could be enough
It never will be
And I'm stuck between worlds
I don't know which to choose
I'm here now
I've finally made it a place like home
I smile, & it's real
I'm happy
...
But it's not with you
As much pain I've let go of
As content as I may seem
I'm still torn when I think of you
You're one of few
I can't stand to live without
Because I love you
Like you wouldn't believe
I wish that I could hold you
And joke like we used to joke
I miss when we would laugh
At things only we would understand
And how there was constantly an inside joke
between the two of us
We annoyed the rest, but it didn't matter
As long as the smile was on your face
You were my best friend
And you stole my heart
There are no words to explain
how much I miss you
(alternatively titled eldest daughter despises us)
Eden (beloved eldest daughter) icy
flat tone of voice spoke volumes,
when she talked with the missus and me
courtesy cellular telecommunications key
December twenty seventh
two thousand nineteen
unwavering listless dull verbalization see
I subsequently told spouse, she
thy super smart self reliant progeny
fending for herself approximately
last half dozen years exhibits je
ne sais quois profound loathing
predicated growing up dirt poor free
quint lee lamenting deprivations re:
guarding legal tender adequate specie
i.e. money - at least compared to every
MainLine millionaire flush with dee -
suppose able income, and oft times
lovingly, pleasantly, unexpectedly...
receiving largasse gift horse courtesy
zayda (my father), who art not yet
in heaven sprung monetary help, ye
this second born and only son did
profusely think him (papa) lee
ving voice messages on his landline,
and tracfone, plus wrote heartfelt poem,
similar acknowledgement modus operandi,
when said offspring
became twenty three
years old - five days ago, nonetheless thee
admirable, dependable, honorable... née
holds Matthew Scott (namely he),
who helped beget
darling feels angry,
and doth plainly exhibits contempt
(you) dear reader guessed correctly
towards sorrowful dada,
where inescapable thralldom
doth invisibly chain
(think ghost of Marley)
apologetic sir, whose
precious kinder, I
will unwaveringly cherish
forever love and Revere
despite up Paul ling
destitution, grinding linkedin penury,
and red hot poker faced
anger, yes... dismay
prevails how unforgiving
once (Benny sent) baby,
inside joke, I attest neigh
scent "star student,"
now grown young woman,
no longer - figuratively
wrapped around yours
truly her finger
father who fell short, natively cree
hated abhorrent within re
cent mammary, bosom (hers)
harboring scathing unmasked vee
hum mint, blistering, rancorous,
seething, volcanic withering...,
no matter disgusting revulsion
toward aging mommy
and repentant daddy,
I LOVE YE EDEN + SHANA!
I can't sleep a wink
I don't know what to do anymore
I can't eat
What did I let you go for?
I felt alive in your hand
I wanted us to last long
I can not stop thinking of you
I relate you to every song
Music used to be all I had
It used to be all I knew
I used to sit in my room for hours
And then I had met you
I miss you with what is left
And what is left isn't much
But what is left of me
Longs for that soft touch
I had everything set up
I was going to ask you to be mine
I was a jerk one night
I was full of the devil's wine
Now I feel I have nothing left
The one thing I had I let go
You were all I cared for
I wanted us to grow
Now all I have is memories
With you I couldn't help but smile
I remember our every inside joke
You were all I wanted, but it lasted a short while
I run off every girl I like
I can't let down my walls
I was just starting to let you in
Now I am lost in empty halls
I still keep a picture of you close
It is the last thing I keep dear
With it alone I could survive
With everything but, I'd live in fear
Everything was perfect to me
I thought we were doing okay
I got sad and upset
And I let you go that day