I hear Inuits
who are into wit ~
they intuit
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Note: The Inuits
live in Alaska,
if you're into it...
In Boca Raton, the Catholics go
to church,
and leave,
before the host has barely
touched their lips.
Why
are the parishioners
in such a rush
to get to the parking lot?
The priest crosses himself;
too many are already
crossing the threshold
of the church grounds,
waving goodbye
to a restful Sunday,
heading for trouble
with a sanctimonious grin.
Hope they stop
to look within.
My observation: stunned!!!!!!!!!
Tickle my fancy
tickle my toes
tickle my funny bone
(both elbows)
put a smile in my life
a laugh let me hear
place a grin on my face
(from ear to ear)
tell me a joke
it's chuckles I seek
give me a giggle
(tongue in cheek)
play me a prank
let silliness spark
say something funny
(just for a lark)
ape me a caper
do it in jest
monkey around
(buffoonery's best)
when crying with laughter
can't take any more
I'll do it for you
(rolling on the floor)
Altho' it's not E=mc squared,
Albert was heard to theorise
when he declared,
"Carrots are relatively good for the eyes,
it's a fact
they'll make you see well and look good too,
I'm blinding you with science,
it's not hoodoo or a voodoo act."
He then asserted,
with a wicked grin,
"It only hurts when you put them in."
I wear a smiley face, the sad world to cheer,
With a red smile painted across my face from ear to ear.
My shoes are monstrous, my laugh billows, raucous out loud.
I'm the jester dancing in your face to please the crowd.
But deep within this masked disguise of paint,
Something inside has died, that's neither funny, silly nor quaint.
For the tears painted on my face are not fake but real,
For I cannot shed the dark cloud's doom, and its thunderous peal.
Playing the fool, clowning around is a shield,
For the somber dark sadness felt within and revealed,
When the tears of clowns roll down my painted cheeks.
Warm, wet and fresh, as the sadness within wells-up, and bleats.
Winter snow oppresses stark branches
as the last of autumn deciduousness
slips silently to the ground.
Thud!
Snowflakes spring into life
like summer dandelions frolicking in the biting cold-
There at the heart of the frozen world lies my dog,
grinning.
there was an old man named McGuinn
who liked his women and gin
one night it was said
he took one of each to bed
and woke up next day with a grin
Inside me shrieking like a banshee,
dark shadows hold an accursed grin;
Old wounds are licked fastidiously;
Always wreaking havoc painfully,
squirming below my butter soft skin;
Inside me shrieking like a banshee;
My darkest demons they run madly
and feed on that deeply buried sin;
Old wounds are licked fastidiously;
Any who harbor them would agree
it’s easy to tell where they have been;
Inside me shrieking like a banshee;
They taste just like insecurity;
You can feel it before they begin,
old wounds are licked fastidiously;
No matter how I try I can’t flee
they’re that part imbedded within;
Inside me shrieking like a banshee,
old wounds are licked fastidiously.
are we cursed or are we blessed
we fear the nos and embrace the yes
In the ease of life we avoid the pain
but with complacency what can we gain
when love comes do we run and hide
when opportunity knocks do we step aside
when our season ends will we smile and grin
or will we beg and plea to do it all again
with every laughter we deny the cry
are you living life or just flying by
Saying originally seen on
Titusville Morning Herald Penn. Newspaper (1869-1913)
May flowers have begun to sprout and bloom
and their tender shoots are telling us
that winter is finally over!
So let us put our happy faces on like angels from above,
and make room for each other, as we gather in love ;
As we wander through the fields of splendor
let us garnish the light and break out into a song
for when the nice weather arrives,
it is time to rejoice and be thankful with glad
for we are alive and well here today.
Like the flowers of May we too bloom each year
look around this living room room,
and greet each other and grin
from ear to ear.
Green geisha grins
Charming the gentlemen
Eyes like chocolate pools
Drown in their sweetness
Their sweetness uniqueness
Able to sweep away grief
Smiling and styling
Dance romanced by
Graceful hands following
The glance of envy
Avoiding sin of selfish men
Entertaining in elegance
Geisha wrist gives a twist
Pouring hot tea delicately
With a sip from lotus lip
Chatter flatters intelligently
You will always wish
For a confetti kiss
Celebrated but not cheap
Not free.
Have you ever seen a horsey grin
They've got humongous amounts of teeth
Their dentist bill must be atrocious
It's almost beyond belief
Whenever they get a toothache
They feel it right down to their hoofs
You can hear their screams over in China
They just about hit the roof
Really feel sorry for these equine types
They're usually such amiable sorts
They never complain if you're 300 pounds
They're such amazing good sports
Named him “Toothy”, this friend of mine
Tell him, “Brush those dentures real good!”
The cost of a plate of false teeth for horsies
Is astronomical in all likelihood
My friend is known for a horsey type grin
Along with his whinny, he can run like the wind
Through fields of clover
Don't mind his odour
Just hold onto your schnoz and try not to wince
Zero to the thousandth power
logic on the run
Oblongata left in pieces
nothing zero-sum
Squaring the root unto itself
Euclid at the cliff
A equals B as B disappears
the quotient nondescript
Hickory Dickory’s mouse on the run
though nimble Jack gets burned
Formulas crumbling as integers balk
what’s ‘given’ mocked and spurned
Zero to the thousandth power
reason clones its fear
Classical thought—not selling or bought
Pythagorean tears
(36th & Chestnut Sts: September, 2023)
Smiling made her tired
I feared a frown was all
she could spare.
More than same than
different
what would
cause a person
to ask
Might she labor to
have discussion
one might think
she was making
him feel specials.
Yet to warn those
who didn't know her well
those who knew
her first would warn
When she makes you feel as if
you are number one
her first chose
or someone specail
she will crush your thoughts
she'll darken the brightest
day with her
meanest
and make the prettiest
flower coil.
her grin could turn milk into
clavor, curds and whey
she could sour a bag of
sugar
a glare turns to an
evil stear
you'll turn your head as a looker
when she grins run away
spare your feeling man
she is mean and uncaring
only a fool would like her kind
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