Best Laughed Poems
He stood on the street corner
Having a much needed smoke
Somehow we got chatting
And he told me a joke
And i started laughing
The way that you do
He looked at me smiling
And started laughing too
And his dog laughed too.
It became a habit
Ever after that
Every morning I’d stop
For a little chat
And listen to any joke
That he would tell
His supply seemed endless
And he told them so well
And his dog laughed too.
One day I saw the dog
Out with another guy
So I said hello to him
And I asked him why.
He said he was standing in
His dad had had a stroke
So I sent my best wishes
And I really missed his joke
And his dog just looked sad.
I asked about him every day
Was told he was improving
Was chafing at the bit to
Get his recovery moving.
I was so pleased to hear
Of progress like that
For I really missed
His joke and our chat
And his dog looked optimistic.
Then one day I saw him back
Standing there having a smoke
I bid him a good to see you
I’ve missed your daily joke.
We both laughed uproariously
As he told me his latest one
And the dog wagged his tail
All signs of sadness gone
And his dog laughed too.
Devoted family together, we grew.
Building strength, morals & virtues
Experiencing, accepting & learning
Trust & honesty, caring & sharing
Compromising & understanding,
WE LOVED!
United we reached & searched, we grew.
Affectionately sharing fears & tears
Engaging unrehearsed fun & humor
Enlightening the others hearts & souls
Genuinely amused & rejoicing,
WE LAUGHED!
Faithfully dedicating ourselves, we grew.
Committed to our individual life
Our own identities & styles to create
Achieving our goals & conquering strife
Temporarily reunite to enlighten & share.
WE LIVED!
Separate lives, our own realities unfold, we grew.
Apart combating our own failures & defeats
Our lessons & struggles abundant
With illuminated hearts & enlightened souls
Reminisce & commemorate our memories
TOGETHER WE LOVED, LAUGHED & LIVED!
“Your undies I see,” joked Wong Ling
as his girlfriend swang high on a swing.
Suzie laughed and she laughed,
saying, “You are so daft,
‘cause down there I’m not wearing a thing!”
Dec. 30, 2018 for the 'Bawdy Limerick ' Poetry Contest of Tania Kitchin
As my heart feels the pain we’ve been through
~I cried
As my eyes remembered the way they looked at you
~They cried
As my mind reminisces on the good and bad times we have had
~It cried
As my soul misses your soul and my heart misses your heart
~ My Spirit cried
Knowing we will never be able to laugh together again…..I screamed
But knowing that you will never cry again….I laughed
NOTE: Even though you’re gone. I still have your goodness inside of me and that helps
me smile… Therefore, I laugh…
“We will change the earth, and make it clean!
All evil leaders shall not succeed.
Illness, death shall never be seen!”
Doth does man drool in his ignominious dreams.
Thinking...they are gods, as if He is dead?
Fools run the earth with evil intent.
Lies and fat egos, dance in their heads.
Propaganda does small minds bend.
Always busy online and on Social Media,
Lies grow huger, with truth gasping for breath!
Mankind thinks, they are walking encyclopedias?
Bringing society to its own uncivilized death.
Yes! But how do these fools and knaves know it all?
Google, the new Bible and eternal fountain of truth!
Mankind brought on their own early, downfall.
King Soros, now rules this planet all, forsooth.
4-10-2022
More of this, more of that
Fifty dogs, a hundred cats
Never satisfied, never enough
A card sharp, called million-dollar bluffs
Porsches, Ferraris, Lamborghinis galore
Never enough, needed far more
Penthouse in Manhattan, two in L.A.
Resorts in Palm Springs and Montego Bay
Trumped the tallest towers
Built a castle reached the sky
Clouds laughed, then raced to form
a simple question ~ W H Y?
Timothy rarely laughed but had a certain wicked grin,
not that grin when one smiles too widely:
his untrustworthy looks were very scary:
why couldn't he act like the happy Huckleberry Finn?
Unforgiving, rebellious, arrogant and insane
were the many attributions to his character;
everybody hated his attitude and colored hair:
they avoided him when he swung his cane.
He had no friends, except his mom offering spoils;
his attire was not trendy, he had a long, red beard
which he never trimmed to look attractive to girls:
they saw his dark side and wouldn't mutter a word.
Children were horrified of his gaunt body, they thought
he was another Jesse Poneroy who tortured little boys
and killed girls, but fear was as compelling as doubt:
his reputation got tarnished by rumors, not actual facts.
Timothy rarely laughed but had a certain wicked grin,
until now nobody has figured out what had built inside of him:
rejection, hostility, animosity increased his acute pain,
but he defied them by wearing a hat with a turned-down brim.
Entered in Broken Wings contest,
" Deep And Dark "
Written on 12/ 27/2015
Limerick : Once a cute Little Lark laughed for a lark
Once a cute Little Lark laughed for a lark
And woke up the Bush Watchman in the dark
Man barked : « What’s so funny ? »
Lark chirped : « Look at Bunny ! »
Bush felt snails oozing up Bunny’s bark.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
It has to be said that in a bad situation funny things can sometimes happen,
Some things that've happened to me, should be in a comic with a funny caption.
The first I’ll tell you of, was about another patient; who was in my hospital bay,
I can’t say many nice things about her; she constantly moaned, causing misery and dismay.
One afternoon sitting quietly after lunch, the lady turned and asked of me,
“What‘s your name again?” “Rachel,” I told her, curious what her response was to be.
She spat out the words, ‘Oh just hearing that name, makes me want to shudder,’
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, what was coming next I started to wonder?
“My husband ran off with a woman of that name about 20 years ago”,
A patient in a corner bed caught my eye; she was laughing, showing no control.
I bowed my head, squeezed my eyes tightly shut, willing myself not to laugh,
Sat thinking, oh the poor man, I bet the woman he ran off with was like a human life raft.
Suddenly another patient, piped up, “Shame on you, what a terrible thing to do, to this old dear,”
“It certainly wasn’t me,” I laughed, “I’ve been happily living over the brush with my man for many years”
The ‘old dear’ didn’t look very happy, that we’d laughed at her most unfortunate event,
We could only hope in future she’d stop and think, before more moaning commenced.
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
We heard father singing
He'd got rather soused.
Mother tut-tutted
At his yuletide cheer
He yelled "merry christmas"
Then chugged down a beer.
He stood on our cat
Who then shot up the tree
We fell about laughing
At this festivity.
The tree toppled over
Mother let out a scream
Not very yuletide-ish
More like halloween.
Hissing and spitting
The cat reappeared
Tangled in tinsel
With a cotton wool beard.
We chased the baubles
That rolled round the room
Then looked at each other...
We all laughed like loons.
Entry for
The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
26/11/2019. Placed=1st.
She laughed all day
She laughed all night.
She went to bed
and had a fright.
Her ass was gone.
It wasn't there.
She laughed it off.
but didn't care.
Inspired by Mike Gentile's "She Danced her Heart Away"
And the poet laughed
By Feo.
Poems are a drunks journal entries, the writer is a man of many hats, and only knows depraved verbs
He's of many trades, his hands are his tools, the poor soul writer says at least
With a pinstripe vest that chains a broken watch, a faded piece
His boots are classed accordingly, the uniform as well
He goes about his ways, everyday, with writers thoughts
Living in recurring roles, his buttons are stitched like a grey threaded symbol of his ways
The writers hands bleed at night, and crust like eyes in the morning
His hands always bleed, it's his trade
A trade on page
A page with no space
Just gaps
Like spaces in between grins
The poet laughs
In the end, we all have to go home sometime.
woke up to find
a new nose on my face
the mirror showed her to me before breakfast
she was not cuter than my usual
not as much of a ski slope
not as perky
not mine at all
why do you cause me trouble
I asked the mirror
She stuck out her tongue
I noticed three new freckles
You really are spotted I told her.
She laughed
to think of granddad is to relish memories
of summer days and nights in his farm by a creek,
near a hidden, rainbow-haloed waterfall.
there, before I learned to tie my shoelace,
he taught me how to fish, to catch crabs
and shrimps under mossy rocks,
and make a kite, fly it while astride a carabao,
whistle at the wind, coax it to lift higher,
nearer the clouds that jewel of my string;
taught me to play and sing with a ukelele,
to say age-old prayers at the darkening dusk,
and listen to ancestral poems at dawn.
at summer's end, our carefree whistling, jokes,
laughter, and hike to the station were enough,
for indeed, to walk with my granddad
... was to hear the dirt road laugh !
Whence doth this happiness come?
That it maketh the sky a'gay (become gay) thus
A pinch of frolic, a cloudlet of fun
A lump of joy, a droplet of freedom forth
It maketh appeal all rusted fort
And apotheosize appalled courts
Maketh frolic and hallowed their counts and countenance
A time that bringeth gay unto the sky
And raineth and watereth deserts awhile