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A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality

Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality Poetry
Contest //Sponsored by: Natasha L. Scragg
( 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!

THE SEA AND I

First of all, I must say that I love the sea so much
in the past, I dared to repeat words from the poet Areias,
"Sea, my ground"

RETURN
If the sea deigns so much
to lose a little water
to wash my feet...
I reciprocate, filling it
back with my tears...!

I know the sea's salt,
so many shipwrecked ships...
I know the sea's distance
so many distant loves...

Water that gushes from me
only increases a sea between us
a lonely man without his love!

I know that the sea, my confidant friend,
will feel my death...
I, little innocent river!

LADY IN RED

beautiful red gushes through the exit
beautiful red drips down your forehead
beautiful red does not love you no more
but beautiful red hugs you for a little while longer

oh lady in red, oh lady in red
why wont you join us in the place we all desire?

dissociate your thoughts till it's no longer there
disintegrate your skin till it boils down all your sins

dream of what you'll see before you greet
disappointment fills you till you can't even breath
the tears that you weep will dry like concrete
hold it in not much longer
sadistic mind, hold me tight
catching one last memory before you drift back into immobilizing sleep

The Bleeding

No earthly mortal
Nor any intity can
stop the flow.

Like a river, it gushes
Through the toughest
Barrier and crosses
Boarders with no regards.

Its causes are mixed and multiple.
But every nation lives in denial,
Blaming everyone but themselves.
Yet, every country will reap what it has
Sown as we all witness the trail of blood.

The world is bleeding.
She bleeds from self-inflicted wounds
As well as from forces seen and unseen.
And the best that we have to offer as a cure
Are bandaids which are gravely insufficient
to stop the hemorrhaging.  The cause of the
Bleediing is a secret to none,  But the solution
Is distasteful and unacceptable to all.

Morning Coffee

Water gushes
from the purifier
Cold mug
chills my hands
Coffee brews
in the pot
Coffee scent
fills the air

Ghost of Black Forest

Deep in Black Forest
lives a good-natured ghost
whose eyes are like Nebula
a blurry blue

He Slithers along
steeply falling terrain
where ravine-like dark valley
drops deadly low

Every Lunar night
near Cascading waters
He camps to sing by the grave
of his lost girl

Serpentine river
dragging along cold air
gushes forth Myriad rifts
roars with the ghost

All through the white night
he wails, whispers with Lilt
at dawn he disappears with
Phosphorous smile

By The Squeaky Gate

Swish of  ripples weave
 along a ledge...my hands pretending 
to rap beneath inked  stars ;
while soft winds chime a lonely chorus
filling the shoreline 
with empty rhythm and blues;
the ones which lightly twitch my heart--

Every note jangling, crawling
 in this stained night...
for the love I know best 
gushes out, unnoticed and aloof,
still I pray " by the squeaky old gate
that tomorrow will find" him...as mine:

seasons pass like long processions 
 that in final screams of angst, 
I learn to dance alone...


First Place

Ins and outs, roundabout twirls

Breath in, breath out
the tide ebbs in, and surges out, 
flows and pauses.
Swings and seesaws rock, bounce and rebound,
up and down, in tick-tock metronome time.
Memories tug, get hugged,  
then unclasp, withdraw and let go to fade.
Dreams materialize, then dissolve.
Laughter spits, splits, spills, gushes out, 
echoes then wanes to abstain in a chuckle.
Hope flits and flickers like a candle flame
blown to quiver by a shaky breath expelled
while trying to blow 
the flame of a birthday candle out.

For the cadence of existence
is a hymn tuned by a conductor's baton
a metric dance, set in a tango two-time step,
a soft-shoe tap rap 
in between yesterday and tomorrow,
in between blinks, breath holds. 
Nestled momentarily on-hold to pause,
in between the tugs and shoves
of feelings, emotions, 
hopes, inspiration 
faith and desire.

Hold your breath,
for a brief moment.
Take time to take in 
all the ins and outs,
and the roundabout twirls,
that surround you,
while you go
with the flow.

Cross Currents

Stream gushes on
The rocky terrain
My boat plunges
In the whirlpools’
Spiralling anguish
Attrition perpetuates, time to get onto the sail
The saviors winsome winds of uplifting solace
Sanctum of stratified darkness freezes within
Time to paint patina of joy on petals of hope
The sky crumbles
On sands of time
Hues of rainbow
Rapture dissolve
I drown in the sea
Of boundless bliss
Enlightened I find
In the cross-current
The oneness divine
Illumined between
The supreme & me

Zen mode

the spine stands erect
medulla is pierced
wherefrom bliss gushes
in the head ovoid
demure heart blushes

Love

Long retired now; but the 
clock yet plays a paramount
roll, when it comes to daily
activities -- still not my 
own boss: Doctor's have
schedules, fiber intake for
out-go, often unpredictable;
sign on my toilet door, "Soon
to be occupied!"

Drops of days
have become gushes, rushes
toward an unknown horizon;
the sun now a flicker
like those old black and white
cinema I saw in the theater
as a youth, till the bulb went out,
and the boos and stomping
began...doubt that I would 
notice most loud clamor anyway --
all my senses a lot duller

except an increasing tremor of
fear I hide -- 

climbed a balcony this morning,
a short one -- 
the old Juliet in a sun-chair,
doing her crossword, fondly
looked up: the smile was distant
but familiar~ her words soothing
and reassuring: "what's a 
4 letter word for 60 years, in
sickness and in health loyally
shared?"

Light Of God Reigns

When gray waters of June moan…one last time
Near the dimming edge of our isle, offshore--
How  so many stars tremble quite sublime
For this clutch of demise gushes its pour.

Near the dimming edge of our isle, offshore
I summon the fighter in me… Wake   wake!
For this clutch of demise gushes its pour-
To ignite kiln of hope ‘s flame , and not quake.

I summon the fighter in me … Wake  wake!
As courage prevails nudging my bruised soul…
To ignite kiln of hope’s flame , and not quake,
Entombing young brother… down in the knoll.

As courage prevails, nudging my bruised soul,
The deepened cry of goodbye washes the day
Entombing young brother… down in the knoll,
Yet God's light reigns, my angst ebbing away.

The deepened cry of goodbye washes the day...
How so many stars tremble quite sublime
Yet God's light reigns, my angst ebbing away--  
When gray waters of June moan…one last time.

Stream Ensemble

The gurgling brook starts to babble near here,
It murmurs, humming a soft mantra song,
With squish, squelch, squirm, its fluid voice is clear,
As it splashes, splutters, dancing along.

It kisses, caresses the bed of stream,
The banks are hugged in sibilant embrace,
Ripples lapping, create a lilting dream,
Each glug, slurp and slosh is rhythmic in grace.

But wind and rain cause torrent gushes loud,
That boom, bang, as waves crash against the shore,
The river churns into a enraged shroud,
That roars, screams, fizzes and hisses once more.

The torrent and tranquil, each play their parts
In the sound ensemble, the steam imparts.

Zen mode

a fountain of magnetic light
gushes forth from our fontanel
we behold the spectacle in delight
gripped in rapture by its magical spell

Heaven Everyday

Ascension of our Almighty 
Blessings blissful and bountiful 
Christ came and conquered our sins
Domain dances everyday 
Embrace His eternal love
Forever families as flowers in God's garden 
Greatness gushes from our gratitude 
Heavenly Holy Spirit's Heart hovers over us
Inspirational internal love reigns internationally 
Jovial joy from Jesus 's universal journey 
Kaleidoscope King's knowledge 
Love lingers as lace upon our souls 
Mary the Mother of our Almighty 
Nature nurtures our language landscapes
Our opal angelic opera sings as opening buds
Peaceful presence prayers
Questions quickly answered with His Halo 
Rising Resurrection of royalty and loyalty 
Scripture soars as the soothing sea
Togetherness talks as timeless truths 
Utopia universe and understanding 
Views of honorable virtues
Waterfall ribbons teach us the Word to the world 
'xcellent exalted enlightenment 
Yesterday, today and tomorrow with His Trinity 
Zenith zones zooming with grace

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