I wail the cry of the simple man
Who toils night and day
Ne’er knowing that disasters can fall
On those who have no worldly ax to grind
Cries can be heard throughout history
Not by those who instigate the killing fields
But by those whose hearts are not moved by mayhem
Or blood splattered on children’s prayers
How far we have come in the centuries since time began
And war only tells us how far we still have to go
To unspoil this earth we received clean and pure
A planet graciously given to us by the universal Divine
Man! Man! Humanity! Where is your intelligence?
Has the promise of conquering fictional lands infiltrated your mind?
Lands never yours only felt on your brittle mind of yore?
Has your ego been blinded by your need to satisfy an insatiable avarice?
War, the bane of Man’s darkest side
War must end or the planet will have the last laugh
No man can survive such calamitous chaos
man's nine lives are about used up and there are no more
And if Man can't stop the insanity
maybe only God can save him … MAYBE
if God has a mind to
if He is not pissed enough already.
In Warsaw, inside of a store,
A mannequin stood on the floor.
With a bag in his hand,
He looked boring and bland,
Blending in with the other décor.
Unbeknownst to the shoppers and staff
(And to me, based on one photograph),
It was really a man
With a devious plan
And he thought he would have the last laugh.
When the store closed, he stole lots of jewels,
Which for real or fake men broke the rules,
But he somehow got caught
For he should have just bought
What he needed, like most of us fools.
Summons somewhere up the courage
that has managed to get you to this
point in your life thus far
And drag yourself clinging kicking
and screaming somehow onwards up
If only for if nothing else and no other
particular reason than not giving
life the satisfaction
Of the experience of seeing and feeling
what it is like to be on the recieving end
Of having two fingers or the bird flipped
at you
Simply for the fun and he'll of it
And remember this they who laugh last
Twinkle with an everlasting smile
Which cometh with a lifetime guarantee
And others will intern surely bouyed on
bye your inspiration will be bound to
wishfully follow in your wake
Because the first and most important
domino of them all is the initial one
Otherwise no one else will and has
anyone to follow
The wind is having a tantrum.
It whines and screams and
Howls around the house,
Tearing at the shingles,
Whacking the roof with branches,
Blowing porch chairs into a corner,
A loose cushion into a puddle
On the next block over.
It throws the recycle bin
Into the raspberry bushes
So cans and bottles litter the yard.
It sends trash can covers
Skittering across the road
To land against the fence.
It snaps tree limbs like pick-up sticks
And angrily summons the rain
To slash against the windows
With little icy pellets and
Drive water in under the sill
To form a puddle on the floor.
Probably tomorrow it will clear,
And we’ll all go outside
To clean up the debris.
But the mischievous, childish wind
Will have the last laugh -
Because who can punish the wind
For the mess it made!
on return from cremation - they dropped the urn with my ashes
shards punctured remains - I would have the last laugh at my farewell
memories down the drain - at least I knew where I was going
21st May 2020
Let the Pens Flow - Sijo Poetry contest
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
Thank the Lord
I never had children
As with me the cycle ends
No more bad luck to put upon another
No more laugh's and jokes at our expense
Hereditary persecution ends here with me
Tomorrow you will have to find another poor soul
Upon which to pray your game
Of picking the wings off defenseless fly's
No more crying
No tear's for you to see
Find another mouse with which to play
My family tree never did you any harm
But that didn't stop you
Just know this
For all you gave
All I took
This is my final gift to you
I have the last laugh
With me it ends here
I leave you no heir to continue
Let it be known you heard it here
No more tear's
No more fear's
See you on the other side
On a level playing field
And by the way
Vie got your Number
Why does man disrespect where he lives, litter, paper, exhaust, everywhere. Soon the perfect balance of nature, will be ruined beyond repair. Animals extinct everywhere. Their skills, the hunter and hunted, to live in balance, no match for man’s choice not to think green, or even go there,and be seen.But mother nature Will have the last laugh. Seeing above it all, like the tallest giraffe. As soon as things get too far out of whack, the storms will come and calm, restoring the balance, mother natures way, of saying, take a step back jack.
There are no snakes in Ireland today
For St.Patrick has cast them away
They had attacked the wrong dude
Which Patrick thought was quite rude
So celebrate St. Patrick this day
In a forty day fast for his Lord
St. Pat was attacked by a snake horde
As he shook his sacred staff
He said, "I'll have the last laugh"
And he drove them to sea as he roared
2-17-19
New year, so I plan on taking my writing up a notch
Orgasmic flow, my pen strokes the page and manages to touch the spot
Any pain or nightmares that come my way, I'll brush them off
I've got my wolf mask on now, no more looking soft
The king of the Jungle has arrived, you need to back track
You think you can kill me?, thanks for giving me something to laugh at
Last year I paid for my mistakes so I was cash strapped
But now I'll drink your tears and have the last laugh
Heart of a lion with a wolf mask on
I don't need anyone or anything to fall back on
I found a way through, you said you'd never faced a wall that strong
If it comes to a battle, I'm the wolf you should all Pass on
I'm the wolf who has the Tigers crying tears
The wolf who Lions fear
Come into my jungle and you won't escape it
I'm the wolf you don't want to come face to face with
New year, so I plan on taking my writing up a notch
Orgasmic flow, my pen strokes the page and manages to touch the spot
Any pain or nightmares that come my way, I'll brush them off
I've got my wolf mask on now, no more looking soft
C-ry not, have the last laugh,
R-ising sun shares the light;
I-n spite of dark clouds,
Z-enith sets things
A-right.
B-ecause of the last laugh,
R-emain calm and composed;
O-n the twenty-seventh of July,
N-ice blessing overflows.
D-on't mind the setback,
I-f the effort is just half;
A-n advantage will be yours,
L-ook good for the last laugh.
A-s you have the last laugh,
N-o one can put you down;
G-roups of people think
E-rrors midst sea will make you drown.
L-ast laugh is in you, the boat bravely sails;
A-llowing you to travel, while the bad weather fails.
A-s you have the last laugh,
Z-one of abyss becomes smooth;
A-llowing you to cruise,
R-ays above starts to soothe.
E-arly sixteenth of September, time left is a minute and a half;
S-tand up and raise your hand, for you have the last laugh.
When the ravages of life came raging like hurricanes upon her gentle shores; When adversities like tsunamis came rocking, knocking, and rolling at her doors;
She did not ignore or turn them away but did her best to give them a happy day. When bad times, contrary news, and health issues hovered over her gentle soul;
she did not worry or fret, nor did her faith grow weak no matter the threat. Let come what may, she always knew that tests and trials never came to stay.
It's not that she was not human like all of us because her pains she did not mask. She simply knew that she would have the last laugh and nothing against her
would last. When others stood aghast and filled with dismay, with a smile she would always say these two lines:, "This too shall pass"; "And it came to pass".
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One Day I'll Be Famous.
One day I'll be famous
I will, I'll go far.
You will know when I am famous
I'll shine just like a star.
I'll sing and dance and an actress
I will be.
Yes one day I'll be famous
just you wait and see.
One day I'll be famous
I'll have the last laugh
when you stand as one of my fans
after a signed autograph.
Then you'll look on me from afar
just what I'll have done.
Cause I will be a star
to have pleased everyone.
You may take time to see
all I have achieved
It could have all been your's of course
if only you'd believed.
Your lyrics are yours, your tune is strong
I don't like your song, I don't like this song!
It's not the meaning, it's not that it's wrong
But my experience has seen me write a different song
You believe you can work all day, all night
You think that is the path to what is right
You think that no breaks, no stop will impress and make you strong?
But soon all you'll have is your work if you carry on
My experience seeing people choosing this path
It is the route to madness and you won't have the last laugh.
I should have looked before I leaped
now I have been left in a lurch
by my lily-livered boyfriend,
but I'll have the last laugh
when he see his laundry
in a lovely shade of pink.
ALesiach © 9/30/2015
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