Best Laugh Loudly Poems
You suffered a fathomless and immeasurable death,
guess my womb is the o n l y home you’ll ever know-
You never got the chance to take your first breath,
and this story ends in a perpetual eternity of woe.
I remember trying to wake you by w i g g l i n g your toe.
In blissful rhapsody your tiny body now lives,
your final quietus grave is where I go to talk to you-
I know it’s my pitiful self I must learn to f o r g i v e,
see my world from a much different point of view.
To all this m i s e r y I must learn to say “adieu”.
So I return to my double life lived since you died,
one part of me h e a l e d, the other not the same-
When I tell others I am okay they know I lied,
because deep down it’s always been me I blame.
You're just an innocent boy without a s p o k e n name.
In the depths of the shadows I w e e p and I mourn,
for there is nothing else I’d rather be doing-
I try to let go yet it seems my heart is still torn,
now a wicked storm in my heart is brewing.
I n e v e r got to hear you laugh loudly while cooing.
Freedom from these s h a c k l e s shall never exist-
as I remember your cold forehead I gently k i s s e d.
1. rhapsody 2. fathomless 3. quietus 4. eternity 5. story
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March 12, 2018
5:00 am
And I am most alive
It's still quiet
I know they are on the road
The cars, the trucks, the trailers
But I can't hear them
Rather only bird song from the trees near by
I breathe but I do not inhale air, I inhale life
This time will pass though
As it should
I will get the breakfast
Do the little house hold things here and there
And then leave this home, this shelter
Before the key goes into the lock though
I will put on one last piece of clothing
My coat of extroversion
To hide this shy, fearful, nervous introvert from the world
With it on ...
I'll crack jokes
I'll laugh loudly with the others
I'll talk about things that I don't really care about
Just to keep things normal
Just to avoid the stares
The stares that come if I say
... that I try to write poetry
... that last night I signed up on PoetrySoup
... that I found some great passages by Thoreau
... that American Transcendentalism fascinates me
Hell no! Are you crazy!?
I've got a really great coat
I'll talk about performance engine parts
About the silly politicians
About headlines in the newspaper
About traffic and potholes
And I may even throw some useless complaining to top it off
By the way, did I ever mention I have this really great coat
It's awesome!!!
When I keep hearing this song so called "
South Africa supplied Russia munitions,"
I just laugh loudly ," Huh?Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!"
Political language is hard to understand
Than mathematics and physics
Reason why some universities
Professors
Turned puppets
Of some politicians.
Don't ever underestimate
Some politicians in politic games
Because they can drible you and
You turn to be
their body guards
With your universities qualifications.
There is no African country
Which has capacity
To supply munitions
to Russia even Ukrain.
If it was about
some foods,
drinks,
cocoas and
other fruits
I could accept because many
African countries always
supplied those stuffs
To so many European countries.
I know that Usa , France, Germany, China, England and Russia are the biggest supply
of munitions In Africa.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Indian village
red ribbons on grouped girls' hairs
vessels rest on waist
on the way to pond
walk slowly with soft foot steps
anklets sound music
talk and laugh loudly
bangles bang with ups and down
hands unknown lyrics
adds to nature's scene
chirping birds with sweet sound sing
a living video
THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET: PART FOUR
ALMERÍA / UMM AL-MARIYA 2007 AD / 1427 AH
The traveler who journeys to the City of Almería
arrives at a port where the routes of the ferries,
the whitecaps and waves, the salt-leaden gusts in
the searing white heat, the sculptures of dolphins
manifested at play on the boulevard perpendicular
to the sterns of great ships, reveal windows and
mirrors in which every reflection is a perplexing
distortion, generating questions impossible to
answer with the images at hand
Ciudad Almería is Umm Al-Mariya,
A city with barrios named Al-Musalá, Al-Medina,
Al-Haud, where visionary souls at the College of
Architects draw invisible lines from the markets of Fez
the minarets of Essaouira to the courtyards and gardens
of an Andalusia making paradise landscapes of red tiles
and roses, wrought-iron and jasmine, and burbling
fountains as seductive as the curvature of Arabic script;
where every dark eye under every headscarf, under
every skull cap, beneath flat-brimmed sombreros and
every dark curl blowing free in the breezes between
mountains and sea, sees only itself colored café con
leche, burned walnut by sunlight, yet never identical to the
likenesses imagined when they think of themselves;
and where luminous women with irresistible smiles
think in African tongues and laugh loudly in public, look
you straight in the eye and in their accented Spanish
offer no explanation for the browning of Spain
The intelligent observer see ships every day
link Morocco and Algeria with Al-Andalus, their
sleek silhouettes mimic seabirds and dolphins,
their windows and lights and the curves of their hulls
a mosaic of facets which, distorted by water, make city
and the sea seem a shimmering collage taunting resident
and visitor with fragmented images of who he once was
and who she might become, but never an inkling of
who they are now!
Emanuel Carter
The stubborn brain, never listens to what I say,
worse yet; he doesn’t want to say a word,
what drove him into this sullen mood?
It really doesn’t matter however,
if he is in a good or bad mood because I have a heart
which is comparable to, even better than the self-opinionated brain,
the absolute rationalist; the heart is flexible, she understands whole,
she comforts everyone who comes and asks for her aid.
Don’t be too serious about life, all you need to do is:
cry your guts out if sad, stumble and toss when in agony,
in delight hug anyone passing by and dance,
if happy, laugh loudly at the sky,
life, then, take its course as to its’ own accord
if brain opens the mouth somehow, he blabs nonsense,
his preposterous outpouring is beyond tolerable,
so it’s much easier to endure his silence than
that ridiculous gibberish.
No matter how cleverly you wrapped yourself
proud with loneliness, brain! sitting on a drifting cloud
looking down as if to remain aloof from all others; since we all
are destined to die, to live with for the writhing heart’s emotional
change is a life worth living rather than accompanied by the brain
an inflexible level-headed snob.
Darn it!
shall I pull him down from the cloud
and corner him in a state of “brain death” ?
Imagine how sad December would seem
if Christmas didn't exist; only the chill
and wind would be felt through the frozen bones,
nobody would live in these northern, frigid zones.
What was the true purpose of Jesus's birth?
Some even would say that it never occurred,
and why would the Magi travel long days
and nights to pay homage to the humblest of Kings?
It was prophesied by Isaiah in the Old testament and the Wise Men believed him,
following with awe the biggest and brightest star that they had ever seen;
and didn't it seem strange that God would choose those simple shepherds
to be the first to hear that message sung by a thousands of angels?
Wouldn't you be happy when a child cries out and enters life?
Wouldn't you celebrate that event with overwhelming joy and grace?
The same way Jesus entered this world to suffer and die,
and if Christmas didn't exist, who would remember who He was?
Wouldn't that envious angel, whom God expelled from Heaven with haste,
laugh loudly, knowing that we don't worship Him in spirit and faith?
Fallen Angels are the eternal enemies of this Child, who atoned our sins
by paying with His precious blood...to vindicate the Devil's astute lies!
If Christmas didn't exist, some unbelievers would shout and rejoice,
happy to erase Christ's redemptive message from the earth's surface...
contradicting the Scriptures themselves and the Divinity behind it!
Didn't Herod the Great hate Jesus, fearing He would have become the new King?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
COPYRIGHT-POETESS MRS. ANJALI DENANDEE,MOM
………………..
MY MADNESS
…………………
I run behind of a fox at the evening in the forest , alone…………..
then it enters in it’s shelter…………..
I can not see it then…………………
I stop then…………..
stand near of it’s shelter……………
and I shout then,like it’s tone……..
yes,it’s tone is my wellknown…………
hook – ka – hooya……………hook-ka-hooya…………hook-ka-hooya………..
after some tones, I stop , then………….
and watch the evening star………….
later , also the north star………………..
then run , alone,again……………
why , I do not know it , why,why,why?………………….
I watch then………….
some owls and bats fly and fly……………..
above of my head……………
then the moon is also on the above sky…………..
it gifts it’s free-light on my open-head……………….
then I say to all,’hi ! good evening !’……………
but they do not say me,’good evening’……….
why ? then I think and think……….
then all stars blink and blink………………
and I come back in my own shelter…………..
when return,then my mom says,……..
‘ I watch you, that, for somedays ,……………….
you are moving , at night ?
do you know the time ? now, it is p.m. 8 ................
why are you so late ?.................
now stand up on one leg ,yes, must on the right ,……………….
and hold own both ears by own both hands,………………….
on the open yard……………..
on the green-grassy- land ‘ …………………
then I stand up and enjoy the nice moon- rays…………
behind of me there stands our night-guard…………….
he nothing says ; ……………………
but inside of my shelter ,………
claps and claps , my little brother,then…………
after 15 minutes,my mom says,……
‘come inside,now,and wash own legs and hands’…………………….
I enter inside then………….
and hold my brother’s both ears by my own both hands…………..
and laugh very loudly……..
then he shouts too-loudly…………….
then my mom says loudly,……………………
’wash,your face,legs and hands , …………
go to wash room,quickly , now,go’………….
at this moment , her mobile rings………
krings…..krings…..krings……………..
and she says,’hello ! ‘ ……………….
yes, then I do not go to the wash room and again,………
I hold my brother’s ears……………
and come down his tears…………….
like the rain , ………………….
and then ………..
I laugh loudly………………
very proudly…………………
but mom can not say anything , then…………….
yes,she talks then……………………….
…………………………………………
I am cornered
by the solemn
barrier of the evening
somewhere, somebody
is adorned with happiness...
Silenced by fatigue
console me birthing clouds
roll into my deepest dreams
a distant thunder different from death...
A woman comes and goes
coming to touch
the waiting years of a man...
I recall her long black Hispanic hair
as I count the fingers of the setting sun
my eyes choke for the moon of her lips
I resemble the shadow of a body
a shadow found facing the west
seeking without finding a path...
Laugh loudly shadow
maybe for an instant
she really loved you
forgetting her does exist
even though it is like
walking over hot coals...
I will drive down
to the grocery store
where the meat
of my memories
hang in strips
in the cooler...
Then go back home
and remember
the blind wind
once whispered by her lips...
Sitting quietly on my swing I look up in the early morning sky.
I see a "Hawk" flying high above me soaring around without a
care in the world he is so happy up there dipping, showing off.
He has just landed across from me in my big oak tree he starts
right in cleaning his feathers opening them so wide it is a sight.
He sees me sitting there what a Performance he puts on for me.
Then he lets out this loud shout looking straight at me as if he was
talking to me in his Hawk voice I know just what he was saying to
me 'Hey lady I can fly, can you?' I laugh loudly and answer back no.
How handsome he is, he takes my breath away watching sitting there.
I keep sitting there watching him and than I hear this beautiful 'Music'
it's all around me it is embracing me, what beautiful sounds I hear.
Than I realize now 'Music' does not just have to be notes on paper or in
books 'Music' comes in many forms I have been so busy with life that I
that I forgot to just be quiet, and to listen for the 'Music' that God just
showed me through 'Earl' my Hawk who has decided to take Residency
in my big old oak tree making his Beautiful 'Music'
My reality is based on an image created by others
When saying this I take into account all I have learned through life
For everything I have learned is influenced by everyone I have come in contact with through life
Being individual in thought makes us take all knowledge and process it based on what we learn
Depending on whether you are looking or listening also can affect how we are
But again this is always influenced by others
So live love learn and laugh loudly
And a smile is always the beginning of friendship
When I think
of the life you lived
I find my inspiration:
to be bold
to laugh loudly
to care greatly
to trust a stranger
to fall in love
to paint with fingers
to expand my mind
to be a woman
to get lost in adventure
to try something new
to take a chance
to put on color
to smile widely
to be myself
to create a masterpiece
to start a following
to put flowers in my hair
to give my heart away
to live in the moment
to dance in the rain
to live a life worth envying
to explore my imagination
to seize the day
until the last breath escapes my weary lungs,
singing its final note of the lifesong
that was laid unto my heart as a newborn child
with first sights of this venomous world
that has shaken me to the bone in fear.
Darkness Reigns
The dark has settled and I am at my height
of delicious evil as I rage through the Earth this night.
A basement of torture in the East, where I relish the lash,
in the market of children lost and hurting, where I laugh loudly,
at the deviant exchange of cold hard cash.
Beautiful bombs are made in a pristine warehouse in the West
and the promise of murder of the masses, perhaps I love this the best.
How I recharge and strengthen in power,
When the axis of evil, in the North and the South crawls and turns on and on every hour.
Every second, every minute, every day
killing and cruelty in every way.
And I walk sometimes slowly and silently with hooded disguise
or join with the normal who walk with closed eyes.
Step by step I’ve been here before, thousands of years
through terror and chains, holocausts and genocide, I know my way,
Give the greedy their chance, the murderous a place to play
The sinister and shameful running to meet me, and meet their clay,
For all will be earth and cloying dark, some time
And I will cloister the cold, welcome the heat and wait, in evil sublime.
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Pulling from a dream,
They shake me wide awake,
I hear the clock chiming,
And daylight starts to break,
I’m finally seeing color,
Seeing hues that are brand new,
Setting my sight on the future,
Watch me see it through,
Why shouldn’t I laugh loudly,
Your shame is not my weight,
I can see the light now,
Now I control my fate.
Been a while! Maybe I still have some ideas up there!
Live lovely,
Fund fancy;
Speak softly,
Go gently;
Work wisely,
Bloom brightly;
Love purely,
Laugh loudly.
Love sets free,
Smiles you style;
Yes you see,
Zest that piles;
Words can be,
Gift worthwhile;
Poise prompts glee,
Tact for miles.
See sure trends,
All things end;
So my friend,
Learn to blend;
Gifts you send,
Be wise then;
Work fond plans,
That make sense.
Leon Enriquez
05 March 2016
Singapore