Humor Life Poems

the dust of constellations

The day was long and greedily waited,
in near unspoken secret - like a thing
delightfully and enchantingly wicked.

We are reunited - simpatico - my love, lover and I.
We ravish each other and lavish each other
with flattery, endearments and entire pleasure.

We live sweet centuries in those tight hours.

Happiness changes the tenor of things.
Rains of feeling combine in

Going Down

I don't endorse 'going with flow'
for of course you never know
if the current will funnel
you down the drain
the tubes or flume
through the tunnel
toward the spume
to where you end up
in the sewer below
so as I'm in no rush to gush
or feel completely flushed
here and now I do avow
for me the bowl on the whole
is a non-starter

They Say

They say,
nothing stays the same forever.
I say,
please stay the same until I die.

A Medley of Monoku-ku

My soul aches to know
                               What those that don’t know
               

A Good Sense Of Humor Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality

When the starless nights are bleakly opaque, 
and the sunless days desolately misty, 
to steer the astray life across an ambiguity maze 
within the miasma of misery is not easy. 

As life searches for the escape route in earnestness,
the whisper of humor dispels ludicrous haze from gloomy recess.

Time flounders in the cauldron of harsh reality,

Smile Between the Screams

When a mishap takes place...
I ignored it, and pressed on.
What else to do?
Grace is not always polished.
But I can smile between the screams.

If I stumble, that's how we grow---
and if luck feels absurd,
I'll chuckle all the way under...

Because every problem has a resolution 
in its own time.
No matter how long it will takes---
I'm sure it

Laughter

Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor. 
 
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.

A Good Sense of Humor Blunts the Sharp Blades of Reality

Harsh is life’s reality.
Each trial we endure is a sword of steel
that pierces the jagged edges
of our imperfect souls.

We cannot escape
the occasional slashes from life’s rapier
that fall upon us when times are hard,
but neither can we get through life
living with sorrow and angst
without a relief valve.

Even in the midst of great tragedies,
humans have found ways
to

Caveman Speaking

You ask me why I live in cave
Caveman not want to be a slave
I take a chance and look around
I see that people act like clown

Your little ones you not take care
You always running here and there
You drop them off at crazy school
No discipline when they break rule

They spend their time in front of screen
You

A Good Sense Of Humor Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality

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

The Capacity to Laugh

DNA spawns life and, too, the capacity to laugh, 
which is a good thing, later, when those lives are torn in half. 
Those three letters guide us down a long, rocky road,
through our behavior which that prankish molecule bestowed. 
Yes, deoxyribonucleic acid is the name,
borne by the misguided chemical that I blame
for the unfortunate, darkly

A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality

H=Humour and smiles make for a happy day for everyone.
U=Under hurt or pain, add humour so it will melt fast away.
M=Many need a joke or two so their face can wear a smile.
O=Our life is happier with lots of humour in it.
U=Unless we have humour in the world, we will be sad.
R=Read this again to

If caught coddling at Coldplay

Time was each bullet bore some name,
Each lens now does nigh but the same.
Privacy’s all but dead
If not on a deathbed,
Love at Coldplay? Ne’er a lens blame.
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Happenings |32.07.2025| humour, life, love
Note: Yes, privacy is all but dead. Social media have put it on a deathbed. If there’s any doubt, what happened recently in a public

A better half when turned bitter

For long who’d been my better half
Has now become my bitter half--
Bitter, my autumns sing
Of fantasies of spring…
To bull has blown a benign calf
Who feels (or feigns) she’s tired 
Ever since I retired,
To smirk has turned a vibrant laugh.
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Happenings | 24.07.2025 | humour, life, wife
Note: She has, I would like to feel, nothing against

Wile E Coyote Raises His Hand

I have a question (if you'll allow). 
How is it that I came to this place now?
My life's path continued to where 
below my feet there is only air; 
and, the sad thing is, I cannot fly. 
At this point, I guess I'll have to try.

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