Hectic, the day has been;
Birds are flying back home;
Back home, on the head of the hill, the sun sets.
Sets of exhausted people, home they rush;
Rushing to families to meet faces infuriated;
Infuriated, in the bed I jump inside the sheets.
Sheets and blankets spread oddly in the cradle;
In the cradle, I stretch desperately to see her imminence;
Her imminence smells no chance, except the cold kiss of chills.
Chills have dissipated the marital heat to sow coldness;
Coldness slain communication to inherit hatred;
Hatred in bed, I crooned the last words in a deaf ear.
Causing one to turn left, and right the other moved;
Moved in discrepancy, a boulevard traced between carcasses;
Carcasses shed tears to replace conversation beneath the sheets.
Sheets covering cadavers that died in silence;
Silence of humoristic demise on a lifeless cot;
A lifeless cot that communication can resurrect.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
A Humoristic Humanoid
After having drunk another shot,
Ended up having a big blood clot;
Weather fair;
Felt despair;
And out cold in the ER got caught.
Jim Horn
My humor comes from toughness of my life.
The jokes rise from conquering disasters.
The wise are often having humoristic side.
To recognize the Pearls and see the answers.
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A glass half full or half does not exist.
The roughness of this world can be exhausting.
How often people fall depressed from it.
It takes a skill to get them up and walking.
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And do I want to join that "down club"?
There would be many reasons to do so.
But if you think this way, then you don't know me.
I rise myself by laughing and by joking.
Meander and Great Gander
Writing poems and playing a guitar
My soul never scare or leave a scar
Even though some say I'm a rising star
Love hearing me play from off way far
Poems of my personality are an extension
May remove all of your **** retention
Reading my poems is always so much fun
Until off to bathroom body will have to run
Lately, have you ever heard of humoristic
Like a humorist who has gone ballistic
Behind poems and jokes likely will lurk
Something about a jerk who went berserk
If politically correct and into it must meander
Look at grunting goose behind a big gander
Who cussed after causing a meager mishap
So person behind would step in a pile of crap
James Thomas Horn
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PS. I'll drink to that
And should've bought a cat.
Also, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
That was I who told you so.
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