Funny Blessing Poems | Examples
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Driving to New York mills, a town not far from wadena Minnesota, I saw a sign they caught my eye, I dudnt know my mother in law was so special.
A mom of four boys from a small town, who gave of herself to tend to all her boys needs, she wiped noses, laughed, played games with her boys no matter what sport, she was always there to help them no matter what the need.
She cooked, cleaned, helped with homework, played board games, entertained the town folk with an open door, no matter how tired.
Many long days with only her boys, no complaints did she mutter, except when it came to getting help doing the dishes, the football games took a break, if she fed you, you’d better listen, unless no dessert.
She wasn’t my birth mom but for many years I had wished she was, because in her home, I had found something I had never had, a home of laughter, love and heartfelt gratitude… and JESUS in everything her family gave, that sign was right, We love Lucille, with all of our heart..
This year, my darling love, you’ll receive more than flowers
Jewelry, candy, candles, gifts, kisses and chocolate bars
You will also get your AARP letter and your Medicare card
It’s vital that you take good care of yourself going forward.
Since you’re now sixty-five years old, you should feel blessed
Lucky, privileged and chosen. Please, please never get depressed
Age is always a good number, as long as you’re very healthy
And funny. The Almighty God is now watching over you regularly.
Eat well, drink more water, take your medications and vitamins daily
You’re now a senior, that’s a major step forward and a serious promotion
Since you’re retired, take a walk once a while. And that’s not being lazy.
You’ve worked all your life and have earned fair and square your pension
Your grandchildren and family will come to visit and spend time with you
I wish you a Landmark Birthday. Dear love, a blissful life is awaiting you.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to the sweet friend of my heart and soul.
Copyright © August 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
A Jaw biopsy was done to determine the issue,
The Doctors first response “looks like scar tissue”.
His next question was, “have you ever been hit on the Jaw”?
In an attempt to be funny my response brought no hurrah,
“Yes, I have on a few occasions, hit a fist with my face”,
when endeavoring to put another, in what I thought, was his place.
From the lab I waited three days, then came my answer.
The Doctor quickly said Tom “You have Parotid Gland cancer”.
So cancer became the match that would set my fields on fire,
I sought the face of Jesus and once more I could easily respire.
In faith I asked Jesus, i believed, and confessed my sin,
and at that moment I felt forgiven and became born again.
Now many years and speed bumps later I still grasp his hand,
Jesus is still my captain and I’m still under his command.
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Wholesome humour
reverberates freedom mirth
shared in the family of joy-filled home
making us have a taste of heaven on earth...
Daddy’s jokes champion laughter
easing gloom of loss for triumph-birth
sometimes his riddles keep us chuckling
as his cheerful life enigmas we try to unearth...
Mama’s sense of humour is undeniably funny
letting us praise her midst warmth of fellowship hearth
oh, how I miss those exuberant times
along my reflection of gladness-values' worth.
As we rejoice in the Lord* always
good sense of humour is never a dearth
since it "blunts the sharp blades of reality"
while making us thankful to God for our divine jubilant perth.
June 28, 2025
*Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
2nd place, "A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on /30/2025
Intimacy. Such a funny feeling? yet something so revealing. Clothes are removed one by one, but not many people wait for a certain someone. They crave intimacy, and they begin with anybody. From the way that you touch, barely but full, and as the lights go out and the room goes dull. That’s not what I want with you, ya. I crave intimacy too, but I’ve never wanted it with anyone but you, I want to get to know you. be there when you cry, learn when you want me to hold you, I don’t want to get to know you, as your skin is in my view, I want to know you past your skin. I want to see what you hide, I want to love you deeper than your mind. That’s the kind of intimacy that I love and behold, I don’t to know you past your clothing, I want to know your soul. Someday, I will fade from your memory, but promise you won’t forget me, I’ve died to many times, just to live with you a little, I hope you don’t find this love letter brittle, I love you.
Vitamins, chained to shallow waters. Buried in a cave. Below the world. I stand ready. Waiting for more. Seeds of sorrow planted deep.
Mercy or remorse. Shadows aside I sense you near me.
Nightly rain sparks my soul. Sheer pain take over the globe.
Holding fast to what brings comfort. Joy and Bliss belong to us all.
Ascend the sky and mount her clouds.
Journey toward the visions end.
Cosmic peace and faith to follow the wind. Wisdom in bundles.
Hope restored insight to seek the waves.
Questions tempt us to answer our calling.
Shape the stone and crave it into life.
Knocking the wall down.
Doom quakes the foundation of the earth.
He drew a deer that fled toward our home.
Still I stand in delight craving my own stillness.
Meet the owl as it screeches like a bell.
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Those lines of waters, on my face, now dry,
They were left there by my tears that didn't cry,
They were the tears of good things God has done,
They are for battles that have just been won.
Those cakes of mucus, in my nose, now flaked,
They were from pains of a head that once ached,
They were left there by too much cry of joy,
They are for good things that I now enjoy.
Those funny cracks in my voice, when I speak,
They were from laughters just played on my cheek,
They were left there by too much joy of love,
They are for blessings just sent from above.
Those muscle weakness, on my legs, you see,
They were from the dance steps that bent my knee,
They were left there by lots of praise to God,
They are for success God placed where I trod.
Those dry sweats, on my body, you observe,
They were from the shouts of cheers I deserve,
They were from my thanksgiving and my praise,
Just for favours from the ancient of days.
Foreigners in our humid country pray*
To smite heat with triumphant icy tray
Savoring popsicle sticks
Midst constant cold water-licks
As they are fired-up by bright Summer ray.
*Philippians 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
August 1, 2024
4th place, "A funny Summer Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 8/18/2024
Got stuck in a celestial trap,
Found myself nowhere within the gap.
Fell only for the crap,
Driving me insane with this verbose map!
Poke my nose, pinch my ear,
Don't want to reach near those lusty deer.
Pierced by your Cupid's arrow,
Never learned before how to kowtow.
Fun is never produced without wit,
A circle is never formed without subtle habit.
Satire is never programmed in my head,
With the perfect being, it overflows without any deadly break!
Madness sounds so typical,
In these verses, I want to make us immortal.
I am always afraid of time's transient nature,
Except for this dreadful joy, I want to be versed in your memoir.
Elevations do not make this bond great,
You and I are the prerequisites for this buttery bread.
Four in the morning, I am still thinking on my own,
Till another four, I hear the silence of sound sleep beneath my mind's gown.
Special child triumphs midst physical zest
Expressing his love with warm gestures’ best
As his hugs and embrace
Reign over wheelchair race
Making him the winner in running test!
In pursuit to be champ in sports fest
Our special son is cheered to the fullest
While siblings with God's grace*
Drive him for success-pace
So, they all receive trophy, feeling blest!
*2 Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
May 14, 2024
4th place, "A New Funny or Bawdy Limerick Set" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 5/25/2024
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Tying to decide
Feelings I hide
I have a hard time here inside
These fellows are old
They are always cold
I try to keep myself calm
On my nerves they are not the balm
But they need help so I stay
Not complaining really
That would be silly
Just so much on me at this time
So I write a rhyme
To clear my head
Get lost instead
Rather be out there
But seems I care
So I stay
What a day
Do this do that
Can't find my hat
Hey let me be
I work for free
So be nice
You will turn my heart to ice
Probably not
Sometimes patients start to rot
To keep up I have to trot
I have no reason to be here
Except I fear
They do need me
That I see
Be awhile before Iam free
Stuff I get myself into
No reason to be blue
Just need a moment
I miss my tent
I even pay rent
Funny
Do not want their money
Just want to go home
My forever roam
But it is what it is
This life is not bliss
Do what you can
Be a man
Till not needed around
Then off I will be bound
Never to be found
I am terrified and this is love
Resignation; this is love
Yours is fiercer than mine, less green
Pale, flowing as a riverbed and more of it
Yours is funny in the basest way
My body curls around the edges as you talk
Away from your mouth
Backed my nose into a wall
Crushing myself to let you love me
And feel no shame in it
Is that a service to the both of us
Will our children not be grateful
That I slowly grow away
The more my fingers bite cuts into my palm
I soothe you with my lips
And whilst air blows through
Your clouds of smoke
Me and my riverbed behind the house
Hidden by the trees you paid for
Sink deeper than we’re ever out to do
Is it you that I cannot let die
Or your child-self in the cellar
Locked away with the dust and me
May you have a lovely day
May love kiss you on your way
May you always have a smile
Never walk a lonely mile
I hope you have the chance to say
What matters to you this very day
And when you walk along the street
A dear friend you chance to meet
I hope you can laugh at something funny
To make your day bright and sunny
Smell all the colours of the flowers
Rest and relax in peaceful hours
Remember I'm always thinking of you
Sending love the whole day through
So have a day full of sunny kisses
From me to you with the best of wishes