Best Laughter Poems
Her limericks posted on Soup
are full of the merits of poop,
of farts and of pee,
of laxatives' glee,
and hard ons - or those with a droop!
For my hilarious friend Jan Allison
She sings in soft tones,
her magic exists beyond the obvious.
Listen closely to her wanting,
She is wrapped in a trancendent light.
A dreamer,
chasing white rabbits.
Grasping for the infinite,
with delicate hands.
A moth,
Dances within her luminosity.
Flying on yesterday's wings,
carrying smiles that are meant for tommorow.
Witness her as she waits to exhale.
A daisy chain,
tied around her wrist.
A future promise to be kept.
For within her spirit,
exists a burning passion!
She waits for one who is worthy,
of her consuming flame
Although she is unaware,
hers is a temporary sadness.
Happiness flirts at the edge of her dreaming,
waiting for an open window.
His shadow hidden behind frosted glass.
Shades of green,
turn brilliant yellow!
Buttercups dance around her feet.
Her laughter floats across the meadow,
as happiness runs to her open arms.
Together they skip, towards her apple tree.
For hers is a faith that trancends the temple.
Her spirit sought and found salvation.
He had been with her all along,
I can see it in her smile.
The rain has passed and sunshine now resides in her eyes!
Lovingly Dedicated to My Closest Friend, My Mother
My loving friend can caress cares away.
With simple gestures meant to pleasure sway,
She turns my smile upright and firms its stay.
Such kindness meets my same, I do oft pray.
As balm she soothes incurred hurt, ache and pain.
Together, life’s rude battles lose their strain
As handled by our combined wit and brain.
I hope her loving light will never wane.
She matters so much to my fragile heart
That I view her as my dear counterpart.
We sometimes separate, but never part.
I love her laughter, value her brain-smart.
We grow and change like season’s nature hues.
With candor we explore life’s many clues,
And, God knows, we both paid quite hefty dues.
As precious gift, our friendship joys accrue.
What she may need, I pray to aptly grant.
What dims her joy, I strive to best supplant.
What hurts her feelings, I seek to decant.
What her heart wants, becomes my own heart’s chant.
The sea was all he knew before they met
While she was raised on scented, satin sheets
He slept on deck and learned to hoist the net
But it was she whose spell could tame the fleets
For she had beauty, yes, and she had brains
And still it was her laugh that won his heart
Her giggle, gentle as the morning rains
And he, a tar, had tales he could impart
So when God called her home at eighty years
He cut the line and set to sea once more
To fill the ocean with his sweat and tears
With hope he’d find her on that final shore
From son to son the saga was passed down
How laughter launched a love of great renown
*Written August 17, 2018
Entry for the Super Sonnet Premium Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
OLD MA.
Old Ma always gave the kids a nice treat
Always nuts and never anything sweet
But they soon found out why
Nuts were in great supply
Choc nut bars she'd only suck cos no teeth...
NO HIDING PLACE.
An old gangster robbed a bank and he ran
Flew out from Canada then onto Japan
The Mounties tracked him down
In old Tokyo Town
He was caught cos they always get their man...
A WARDROBE MALFUNCTION
Went to a posh restaurant called Vicars
A girl walked out the loo, there were titters
Her face turned a bright red
At what's every girls dread
She'd gone and tucked her dress down her knickers...
DOMINATRIX.
A dominatrix from the state of Maine
Enjoyed hanky panky out in the rain
She'd use a leather fetter
T'would shrink as it got wetter
And her clients would pass out with the pain..
A FRIEND IN NEED.
The outback two mates went to catch a 'roo
One got cut short and said "I need the loo"
A spider crawled up his knee
As he was starting to pee
And bit him hard on his digeridoo...
His mate phoned the flying doctor who said
"Suck out the Poison if it has turned red"
He thought to himself no way
His mate said "well what's he say?"
He said "in 'bout half an hour you'll be dead" ...
LOST THEIR WAY. For Gershon Wolf
Geese flew south they were honking and hinking
Snow storm came they were blinded and blinking
They had no way of knowing
Where the hell they were going
To see them sway you'd think they'd been drinking...
Written 21st October 2020.
I can’t see my dentist and I’ve got dire halitosis,
with distancing I hope that nobody will notice!
When we're outdoors we must keep 2 meters apart,
this suits me fine when I drop a huge smelly fart!
At the supermarket there’s an enormous queue,
I hope the queue's much shorter for the ladies loo!
Bert's eating through his large pasta mountain
he stockpiled so much of that there’s no doubtin!
Bert’s barber’s closed, now he resembles a yeti,
entangled in his beard is meat and spaghetti!
Fred’s wife made him a mask from her old bra,
She’s 46 double d, I think she’s gone a little too far!
I’m fed up of constant repeats on the tv
especially as I pay a huge tv licence fee!
Sal's so sad she can't go to the gym
she now has 'sexercise' thrice daily with Jim
Jim's delighted with this state of play
He's praying for the lockdown to stay!
05/07/20
Open up this moment
As you whisper a silent prayer
Bring laughter, light and love
To the surface, where you can
Brighten thoughts
With kindness, joy and inspiration
That thrive on the gift of
Imagination, appreciation
Faith in the heart
Open up this day
As you sing from your soul
Happiness and hope and healing
Heaven’s breath smiling through
The fears, tears and years
Bringing reassurance to those
Who know the struggles
Will, one day, be gone
And gems of hope will linger on
Playing, with harmony,
The warmth of a song
Open up this glowing gift
Of pleasure and gladness, bliss
That comes from giving back to our God
A part of the heart, the soul, the love
That lifts sorrows and brightens darkness
With gentleness and acceptance
Feelings of gratitude and thanks
That come about when we take a moment
To think of the ways we’ve been
Blessed, beyond our convictions
In spite of our faults and flaws
With a love that keeps us
Full of life – alive
Filled with tenderness and affection
Feelings that give our hearts
Their direction
Open up the heart to give
With a freedom that reminds us to live
For the One who breathed life
Into our lives, our laughter, our love
The compassion that fills us with
Patience, praise and prayer
Open up and feel full of grace
Do not come looking for me in
small corners of our house
I am not there
The vast space we occupied
where laughter lived
I left behind
The still place in our bed
once radiating love
I sense its cold
Photoless frames, shattered glass
a myriad memories
I will forget
Do not try to find me in the yard
or in the snow of blossom
I once loved
Forget you ever knew the wrinkles
around my mouth and eyes
I crumble
If you aim to memorize my face
know it will fade in time
I lost you
In any place you find me drifting
remember in your heart
I find you
***
May 28, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Life is merely a stepping stone on the path toward heaven – Quote by Author
Teardrops
He colors like rain
As they fall
Softening the flames
Of sorrows
Who echo the pain
Stars
He numbers
Naming them all
As we slumber
Revealing a heart
Full of emotion
And wonder
Seasons
Each one in place
Revelations
Of earth’s embrace
Soaring over land
And through space
Laughter
He lifts to the heavens
Like halos
On angels who beckon
With joy
From the flow
Of His serenity
Butterflies
Vibrant and floating
On wings
Meant for exploring
Glowing in hues
Animation knowing
His brilliance
The light that he pours
Across humanity
Through hearts who know Him
A breath of hope
Falls over the children
Who play together
Kissed by kind faith
Loving like the One
Who guides prayers
And praise
Colors us all
In hues of sweet grace
Tenderness
Brightens the way
Of compassion
Feelings in waves
Penetrating
Awakening beliefs
Needs, expressions
Of giving, generosity
Living together
As the children of God
Creativity
Lingers on the mind
Who knows
God’s way and His timing
Are perfect
Perfectly fine
Flawless and faultless
Precisely precise
Know Him
And Know life
Is more than a blessing
It is the pathway
To heaven
It sounds like laughter, the wind,
Softly rustling leaves, prayers
Fading silence, busy rush
Gusts of light, dancing
I love you for the truth you've helped me see,
and for the loving way you look at me.
I love you for the kindness you have shown;
the comfortable togetherness we've known.
I love you for the songs you made me hear,
the times my troubled heart was wrapped in fear,
bright songs of hope that chased away despair,
and brought a smile I hadn't known was there.
I love you for your laugh, your happy ways,
the joy we've shared, and the fun that's filled our days.
I love you for the pride you make me feel in you,
a woman of strength, and my ideal...
A love that makes me stretch and bloom and grow,
the finest kind of love a heart can know.
POTD is often filled with sadness
Not often is there joy and gladness
Not much laughter fills this world
Little humour gets unfurled
Little gratitude for what one has
Woe is me I'm lost and sad alas
Lets have some days of poetic jokes
Lots of fun filled jolly pokes
Great medicine comes from laughter
Lifts the spirit for hours long after
POTD sometimes filled with glee
Are there others or is this invitation only me
Perhaps at least one day a month a Sunday
to be reserved for a POTD humour fun day
We live in a world where sickness abounds,
Sometimes stumping the best of providers.
Symptoms and tests almost always expound,
While the emotional costs grow wider.
The travel and care and expenses we bare,
In dollars and tears for a healing.
Pale when compared, with the voluminous prayers,
Our reverence and humility kneeling.
Seeing through to the end, great strength we must take,
And the position that attitude matters.
A stiff upper lip and a smile sometimes fake,
Anything less, and fragile hope easily shatters.
Yet until we’re called home, to streets paved with gold,
Or abodes filled with love and affection,
Widely known in the hearts, of the young and the old,
Laughter remains, life's greatest healing medication!
brilliant sunshine smell of cinnamon laughter... white stones and tree trunks
*Christmas Jamacia
Delight and laughter are your stock and trade,
With rhyme you carry our worries away,
You’re much more fun than a penny arcade.
Words sparkle like an egg by Faberge,
Dancing across poems like a cabaret.
A footle on poop, you’re back in the loop,
With words tastier than alphabet soup.
The limericks you write are out of sight,
Leaving us soupers no time to regroup,
Before the next poem gives pure delight.
Written 07/07/2015 for my dear friend Jan.
"When you smile all Soupers smile with you"