Sights beyond compare
Blades of death cut deep in my enemies
Forgiveness to those at war against me
Kneeling to you Lord
Under moon and sky I am a silver sparrow
Questions of visions of eternity
Sand and stone, bones of sapphire and Gem stones
Walking fast toward the hallow
Waiver the crows toward the false ones
Echoes of death coming for us all
Not all will sleep but we will all see him
Moving closer to your return
In the darkness I found your light
Blood washed over my soul
Your spirit fills me every moment
Hunter demons all kneel and cry out Hosanna to Jesus
Jesus elevated to Lord of All Lords
You Alone are our Salvation
The cheers you are our amen our verily we yes yes to You God of all
Blades
cut fresh,
a t-shirt style.
Run wild with the
grass.
Raid the phantom zone
Alter eternity
Wavy into the sand blast the visions from constant visionaries
Silver soul and Golden spirit with a educated doom avowed inside the danger zone
Looming end echoes defend the treasured lights
Allocating my bones in the grave I am not destined to stay dead but to rise alive forevermore
Jesus you guide me wisdom is your words
Questions that appear all over the sky people have no answers only more questions
I see your light is an end to my fears
Worry now gone in death I see beyond it
I see new Life in You Jesus I see in You agape Love Yeshua Yahuah I know you are my eternal father
My best friend is My father in heaven who was who is and will always be
Thank you Jesus for creating me and waking me up to you deep within us all as our Holy Spirit code
Your code key to all creation you will return to us all I know this deep down
I know you never left us but are still here this moment and in each of us who exists you are within us all.
Flowers will dazzle the eye with delight.
A serpent's dream is to suck them dry.
With jaded tongue and Cheshire smile.
To keep the blossoms somewhat safe
, flank petals with eagle and razor blades.
Lay a scale of wisdom before the bronzed gate
Nurture the lamb to keep the flickers at bay.
If only I could grow a beard
I would stroke it and appear wise
but I'm a'feared it's not to be
no matter how hard I tries
and I hate to think about it
as it always fouls my mood
on me the only hair which sprouts
is due to additives in U.S. food
tho' some are destined to be hirsute
my facial hair issues forth then fades
yet after all if nothing else
it saves on razor blades
So many times, I've held my head low
So many times, I've taken a blow
Somehow, some way, I've pulled on my strings
And found some kind of way to better some things
Take for instance, When I hear a bad rumor
I say to myself- with a good sense of humour
"As bad as it is, someone has it a lot worse than me"
Yet someone's got it worse than them; undoubtedly
I tell all my friends, my children and wife
We all need to have humour installed in our life
A keen sense of humour can help in ways
That could make someone feel better in their toughest days
Life's dull without humour, and it could be quite a bore
We all need to have humour, need I say any more
Humour has helped me to connect all the dots
When I've been tied up- it untangled the knots
Humour is nice, it often makes me smile
It's nice to hear some good humour once in a while
The rewards will reap good and most likely be kind
So, I'll share my good humour with you...
That is, of course... If you don't mind
The reality of life can
leave a bad taste,
especially when dealing
with those who are two-faced.
The road to hell may be
paved with good intentions,
but hell on earth is dealing
with constant contraventions.
Everywhere we look
there is always tension,
coming from those
we'd rather not mention.
But through it all,
there's one thing I've never misplaced,
something that simply
can't be replaced,
a joyful truth that
I've always embraced:
a day without laughter
is just a day gone to waste.
Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality Poetry
Contest //Sponsored by: Natasha L. Scragg
Contest Judged: 8/30/2025 4:27:00 AM
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 5, 2025
When life threw me a curveball,
I stumbled—then chuckled mid-fall.
Lumped knees, not pride, I wore like bent,
because sneering is something I've seen.
In chemo rooms and vestibules,
I frenzied dry jokes on aseptic walls.
Doctors simpered, nurses would beam—
a punch-line where the fear had been.
When agony thumped hard and sleep grew thin,
I let the silly light writhe in.
A meme, a whirl , a silly song—
made aching days feel less so long.
No, humour incurable or patch,
But it's the ally, not made to part.
It doesn't silence, hurt or truth,
but let me smirk with my aching tooth.
So here's my laugh, though life gushes beneath,
it's how I rise, not how I lament!
A good sense of humour blunts the sharp blades
Lifting a heavy heart, making our burden fades
Permanent or temporary, it’s facial muscles' relaxant aid
Bringing joy and laughter, keep it as a precious jade!
Humour is anti-stress, a powerful medicine in life
A priceless cream to cure our cuts from trial’s knife
When some difficult circumstances come rife
Exchange humour with someone to cope, forget any strife.
Humour only interferes… alleviating boredoms
Strengthens neurons, gives us brilliance and wisdom
As facial muscles stretch from smiles, we can overcome
Some problems pass while sense of humour is our chum.
When our sense of humor weakens or runs-out
Ask AI’s help, watch reels, takes things light, don’t pout
Our own facial expressions can even make some humors sprout
To keep the world laughing, always be ready like a scout!
Good sense of humour :
I always admire.
Good Humour is perfect mind - freshener
with exact effect on Good Listener.
Displaying good humour at right moment
or an intellectual comment,
never to lament ,
but turns gracious,
glorious , gorgeous
to entertain ,
simultaneous has great effect
to soothe pain.
Blades of reality have sharp notions
to cut impulsive emotions.
Precise humour to deliver
acts as right pain - remover..
Good humour to express
any time, more or less
in compassionate style
will manifest exact profile
of the human being
to help in real healing.
Good Humour is perfect mind -freshener
with exact effect on Good Listener.
We look at life as a routine clown show,
Slipping on banana peels that we throw;
Clothing in mismatched socks of hope and sin,
Mirror laughs back with toothpaste on the chin.
We discover that joke requires balance,
Fixing the glaring lamp of limit's glance;
In slippers, we walk the tightrope to sink,
Accepting discord of life with a wink.
We watch humor's wonder in the mundane,
Finding pleasure in the cake’s crashing main;
Light slipping through the blinds as a joke's face
Affirms how humor creeps into dull days.
Life uses the silly to frame the truth,
The absurd softens the bite of a tooth.
Take care of each other out there
wherever "out there" may be...
a shopping mall
a city street
a place of worship
beside a country creek.
There's a deepening stain
on the tapestry of society
It's time to
scrub it out
scrub it rough
scrub it clean.
Had enough of turning the other cheek?
Seems to me the cheek was picked clean a long time ago.
Time to fill it in with razor blades and fiery angels.
Roll up your crowbar souls, good folk.
Make the crows bleed out until they leave you alone
Take care of each other out there
Because "out there" doesn't give a rat's A-hole about you.
A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance
to your steps, as you walk the tightrope of life.
Quote By William Arthur Ward
We were young and filled with responsibilities
new to town, married and in our early twenties
My husband needed surgery and I didn't drive
with two small kids I had to find a way to jive
When I got to the hospital I bought him a souvenir
one big fury ape with a grin that said, "I'm here! "
He wasn't in bed so I put the ape in bed instead
a nurse came in, she almost fell over with dread
He came out of the washroom and found it there
when it comes to humor we make quite a pair
He soon recovered and the ape came live with us
I took driving lessons, now I don't take the bus
This is a true story of how I used humor to cope
years have come and gone still I climb the slope
Using humor in a crisis can surely help my dear,
it can ease the soul and help you when you fear.
How I hate it when they call me a clown,
Yet I can't help but make people laugh.
It comes unbidden, needing no invitation —
As though a trove of jokes is placed in my throat.
Often I try to bridle my face and talk tough,
But when a flume of gloom drowns spirits deep down,
Then my sense of humour becomes their salvation —
A spring of joy that quenches sorrow’s drought.
Time has taught me that humour holds a balm ~
It lifts the weight boredom lays on minds.
It brightens paths in life's dark forlorn mines,
And lifts me too, when others' jokes make me smiles.
Humour sheds tears when no cry’s in mind,
It soothes loneliness with enduring calm.
A cashless payment offered sorrow as a fine,
A thrill that ricochets through veins for miles.
A chapter of me should wear the clown's toga proud,
Since joy and radiance my humour brings to faces,
A talent that needs no stress to express,
The reason my presence delights all and sundry.
a sharp two-edge blade
cuts too quick for pound of flesh-
sly parry of wit
leaves assailant floundering
for razor sharp comeback slice
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