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Comedy 101

Real comedy is bold
it's straight and blunt
there's no white gloves
or polite niceties

Real comedy is harsh
without playing dirty
it smacks you in the face
and punches in the gut

Real comedy is dark
looks head on at society
points out what's wrong
and shoves it in your face

Real comedy is hot
enrages those with a soul
infuriates those who claim
to have a conscience

Real comedy is cold
sure it gets laughs
make no mistake
it's on a mission

Real comedy is brash
addresses those who
care to make a difference
and want to change the world



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

The Table

You interrupt me while I am speaking constantly,
despite the many times I've told you how very much it infuriates me,
and this reveals your total disrespect towards me,
but just know that I do not receive your poor behaviour personally.
I really should thank you most sincerely,
for displaying yourself to me so openly,
because you have unknowingly informed me, 
that even though I know that you are perfectly capable,
you will never bring anything worthwhile to the table.

The Oklahoma Tornado

I look up into the sky I see it,
Getting darker and darker,
In those Oklahoma skies.
That feeling never goes away of,
The past memories of destruction, 
Pain and loss of life.
It was getting closer and closer,
The clouds had dropped out of the sky.
I could see it the funnel cloud,
Laughing at me.
I could feel it making my heart beat,
Faster and faster and worse,
I could hear it.
That train sound that scorches thru,
Your veins knowing the pure evil,
And the fear it brings with it.
So I run, hide and cover because,
I know in my heart it is after me. 
I got away so many times,
It infuriates him and so,
He searches for me.

Small Sad King

Salty tasty warm tears
How can this be? I am a king.
Kings don’t cry.

Rejected, dejected, lost in the bowels of an ungrateful forest
I stir my sad feelings so hard they become angry feelings
I can deal with them now.

Where is the king? Someone asks.
This infuriates me; I am incognito, so I hide behind the hill.
The hill laughs, further antagonizing me. I am furious now!

I saw a guy crying, someone says.
That can’t be a king, another argues.
I stay hidden, getting smaller and smaller, 
until I disappear, glad to escape these inane inept subjects.

Road Construction Ugh

Nothing annoying is going to bother me today.
It is the perfect weather, the sun is shining.
The cardinals are trilling, the violets are waving. 
I'm ready to embark on my four hour trip.
Uh-oh. Three lines of cars are stopped. 
A blinking sign says delays. 
Okay. I can handle this. No problem. 
New blinking sign; it says lane closures.  
I feel a little bit irritated when I drive over six orange cones. 
I am waiting now for the world's slowest pouring cement mixer. 
I try not to take my eyes off the road as I watch it pour the slow moving stuff.
An overweight flag man attempts to stop me.
This infuriates me. I drive around him and go faster.
I see a sign that says ten thousand dollar fine for speeding in a work zone.
Highway patrolmen are chasing me now. 
Road construction. I hate it so!
Worst dream ever

If I Could Choose

I would elect the sun
         for its extraordinary power
         to nourish life smile ...
        I would select the moon
        for its supernatural function
        to afford you fall in love ...
        I would select silence
        by its subliminal way
        to shake consciences ...
        I would elect the sunset
        and its dazzling color
        that infuriates pains ...
        I would elect your look
        for its greater capacity
        to ignite light
        my life.. !

Freedom

I cherish freedom above all,
for everyone wants to live free.
And history sets its value
as a priceless commodity.

Beyond even home and country,
I cherish freedom above all.
Anything less is slavery,
and that thought infuriates me.

No one has the right to own me,
I'll never relinquish control.
I cherish freedom above all,
and I'll defend it with my life.

I love my friends and family;
as an intricate part of me.
But, of all the things I could choose,
I cherish freedom above all.

Silence

She was a  born chatterbox
Who can't  close her mouth
 infuriates others.. 

People got tired of her
Even her parents. 
Nd they just asked her
To keep quite

One day 
Her lips were closed
No sounds no talks

And it was her last day
She escaped to a world
Were she can talks enough

By leaving a huge silence 
In this place

No Room For People

his love slaps me hard
it infuriates me so
my time is mine now

i create myself
my orange pinks swirl inside
dalis hand is out

leave me alone please
do not slow down my lone wolf
we are on a tear

sure lithium helps
my mind is a whirl now
painting is my thing

dont enrage me
poetry is a side kick
no room for people

Oscar

I thank the heavens for this darling boy 
who's given my life new purpose, joy. 
This little scrap of humanity, who sits 
on my knee and expounds my vanity 
and completely disarms me with his 
'Hello, granddad' and infuriates when 
he misbehaves then saves himself with 
a smile and a hug and I give a shrug 
and beckon him near, this grandson 
so dear, who melts my heart and leaves 
a gap when we are apart. Who angers 
and pleases in equal measure yet gives 
my memory so much to treasure. Our 
knowing looks, the story books, the 
afternoon naps, the selfie snaps. 
The rough and tumble when you don't 
really want to, but you oblige for the smiles 
and the giggles and then you collapse in 
a heap of wriggles and try to be straight - 
laced whilst he probes your face to see how 
your eye works and plays with your lip 
then, off he'll skip on some other ploy 
and ask you to play with some other toy 
or else bombard you with imaginary snowballs, 
until, tuckered out, sleep finally calls and he kisses 
goodnight and lazily crawls into the land of dreams 
and childhood schemes and I'm left, bereft, aching 
and sore and anticipating more in the dawns early light.

Amplify Beautify Calcify Identify Notify

A poem comes unbidden into my head.
I did not anticipate, ask for or expect it.
I write down five words.
Amplify, beautify, calcify, identify, and notify.
There is no struggle. 

I stare at them, wondering what gibberish this is.
A foreign language makes more sense right now
One that I have never spoken and do not recognize.
My muse tries to get pushy with me.
Making me angry, so I shut down.

A voice suggests I could keep these words for later.
This infuriates me. How dare they try to control me.
I tear amplify, beautify, calcify, identify and notify into bits.
Determined not to think a whit about them
But here we are 
So I guess that did not work.

Capitalization and Punctuation

Capitalization and punctuation are automatic to me.
It is what I was taught years ago, and I cannot break the habit.
Haiku is difficult for others insist on no apostrophes or caps.
It is difficult to unlearn what has been instilled and boy was this instilled.
All of those quizzes and tests, which I thought were a waste of time.
Then I began reading other people’s writings, and I was stunned.
Two, to, and too are incorrectly used so many times; too many times.
I get a sense that apostrophes are thrown in willy-nilly for no good reason.
How many times have I seen it’s when they do not mean it is, rather ownership. 
To not capitalize a proper noun infuriates my internal gauges.
I am incensed when punctuation is off kilter also.
Checking and rechecking my own work to an idiotic degree.
I am such a product of the sixties, growing up in the corn state.
The home of the ITBS.

Office Workers and Worker Bees

office workers
factory workers
worker bees

construction workers
lunch lady workers
worker bees

doing the same job
all over and over and over and over
repetition bees

could I be one?
not any more
but I was at one time

redundancy
infuriates
me

Makes My Blood Boil

it infuriates me so

kids anxious
to get their grubby hands
on their inheritance
~ their due!

anxious to claim their jackpot
uncouth arrogance and greed

so what if it’s at the expense
of someone else’s lifetime
of labor and sacrifice

the entitlement
the disrespect
mind boggling

it enrages me so
                          


AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Posted on June 20, 2019

Cool Weather Makes Me Angry Today

A cool day
And I am not glad
Sixty-two degrees, 
Spoiled me yesterday.

Today at fifty-seven, I am chilling.
Weather that would have had me dancing
And singing last month
Infuriates me today.

Weather that would have me
Bowing down and praying to it
In August after a hundred and thirteen
Degree day has me angry today

It is weird how the temperature
Outside has a pronounced effect
On my temperature inside.
Probably because I am a nature faerie.

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