Even as earth life jests,
in love’s nest our soul rests.
Categories:
jests, life, love,
Form: Couplet
Jesus; he is Christ and he’s what Christmas is about
Jests and silly little jokes, some atheists will tout
Tests on shrouds would later prove a little inconclusive.
Tents would be too public for an imminent exclusive
Rents agreed for stabling when the virgin birth was due
Rants from Joseph, “Who’s this man who laid his hands on you?”
Mants inflict the Scot as statue’s eyes in blood do run
Manta rays glide ’neath the waves, where all life had begun
Santa, flies the skies above till Christmas Eve is done
[Mants = Stammers (primarily Scots)]
Categories:
jests, christmas, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
Unpredictable and volatile--
morose and quiet one moment,
he is laughing heartily just after a while
at whatever excited his mirth,
his high thin loud laugh strange
from a person with a grave mien.
He would often be in deep thought,
as if engaged in contemplation
of a philosophical question.
You’d think he is not given to humor,
but know him well and you will divine
he is not averse to jests even at his expense.
You would view it with some misgiving
he delights in fairy tales, children’s books, toys,
movies with superheroes or fantasy themes,
colors, flowers, and childish games,
but perhaps you would forgive him
for through circumstances not of his own doing
childhood had somehow skipped him.
Categories:
jests, fantasy, introspection, me, philosophy,
Form: Bio
Together, two can become one
When they have differences none.
They certainly can have all the fun
That you can find under the sun.
Shunning fully their false pride
In each other’s heart they reside.
Forgetting the surroundings beside
They jointly go on a joyous ride.
Though they live in small nests
They like to be each other’s guests.
With love, attesting the other’s jests
They get through all litmus tests.
Picture: 2
Categories:
jests, friendship, together,
Form: Rhyme
Life tests us again and again,
until wisdom’s ingrained
and our darkened heart cleansed from stain,
that our soul be unchained.
Know that God dwells inside,
so blushing like a bride,
please enjoy life’s joy ride.
God jests ~
Life tests
Categories:
jests, god, life,
Form: Rhyme
His miser boss
Went out for a toss
When the MD knocked his door.
He plummeted down
To save his crown
When his senior asked for more.
His hair had grown
on his chest
On his back as well down south.
Where nested in peace
There hung two bees
His tongue got stuck in his mouth.
The doc came up
Once or twice
To run his regular tests.
His BP down,
His wife in town
He lost his killer jests.
He crossed himself
and prayed to God
His taste for wine was lost.
The honey bees
made merry cheer,
His company bore his cost.
Then one fine day
they stopped his pay,
No wife no son no home.
He saw a man
without a shawl,
All hurled and curled in snow.
With nothing to lose,
the bees long gone.
He poured his drink once more.
The only coat,
he gave in zest
To the man and settled his score.
Categories:
jests, 8th grade,
Form: Rhyme
A dream of dreams, then quickly vanished.
A dragon stitched through billowing clouds,
A fold-up wooded paper kingdom appeared.
I slowly sat up in my bed, right on my footboard it gripped.
The rest of my room disappeared into a fog.
A green-gold scales beast raised its stare.
Calm expression, like he was reading my muddy bog
Thoughts. Overwhelmed, speak, I did not dare.
I'd like to take you to a spectacular place.
He crossed his arms across his chest.
He whirled around a scarf appeared across his face.
Then, twisted his lips, hum, knightly jests.
I scratched my head and shrugged my shoulders,
and thought very nervously. Can I trust this beast?
For a moment, I wondered, but who is his holder?
Anxiously, I merely followed this beast.
A dream of dreams I woke to a knock at my bedroom door.
Afraid, carefully I pulled the loose covers off my head.
Pouring emotions of joy, the wooded paper kingdom was no more.
Mom slowly opens the door. “You’re going to be late for school,” she said.
Categories:
jests, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name,
Within God's church, where fervent spirits rise,
Contemplate now, the end, a burning flame.
What if it was the end, the final call,
Would jests and levity your stance define?
Regret, a haunting echo, would enthrall,
As time, a gift, was squandered, not divine.
The freedom granted in the fleeting hours,
Yet, dedicated not to Heaven's plea,
The call to be a savior in your bowers,
Neglected, as a futile, vain decree.
Oh, heed this warning, ears that bear the weight,
Prepare thy soul, for God's impending fate.
What if it was the end, a solemn plea,
To face the judgment of eternity
What will you say?
Categories:
jests, age, allusion, america, bible,
Form: Sonnet
Lifetimes of feeling,
In only a blurred moment,
Marked my obsession.
Every blissful dream
Romanticizes passions,
Even beyond death.
Nor can Cupid’s jests
Conquer my sole devotion.
Eros shall envy…
Categories:
jests, crazy, crush, desire, fantasy,
Form: Haiku
in darkness of the night
our auric field manifests
we are startled and apprehensive
the universe jests and tests
the happenstance was fortunate
coming as a wake up call
roots of conditioning go in deep
who we are, we oft fail to recall
Categories:
jests, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
those who hope
we will conspire
with wrong doing
they do trust us
but we must deny
as gently as able
that negative karma
may not so accrue
for they know not
what we do
sometimes we may cause
hearts to be estranged
not ours but theirs
but no matter
life tests and jests
within this lucid dream
Categories:
jests, character,
Form: Free verse
LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE IX
Disconcerted
by Michael R. Burch
Meg, my sweet,
fresh as a daisy,
when I’m with you
my heart beats like crazy
& my future gets hazy ...
The Less-Than-Divine Results of My Prayers to be Saved from Televangelists
by Michael R. Burch
I’m old,
no longer bold,
just cold,
and (truth be told),
been bought and sold,
rolled
by the wolves and the lambs in the fold.
Who’s to be told
by this worn-out scold?
The complaint department is always on hold.
Alas, Sir Munchalot!
by Michael R. Burch
You ate too much,
your common lot;
you munched too much,
so now you’ve got
a gut.
Hadrian’s Elegy
by Michael R. Burch
My delicate soul,
now aimlessly fluttering ... drifting ... unwhole,
former consort of my failing corpse ...
Where are we going—from bad to worse?
From jail to a hearse?
Where do we wander now—fraught, pale and frail?
To hell?
To some place devoid of jests, mirth, happiness?
Is the joke on us?
Keywords/Tags: heart, humor, humorous, irony, light, light verse, nonsense, joke, truth, future, soul
Categories:
jests, heart, humor, humorous, irony,
Form: Rhyme
Joyful jolly jigs and jests,
Jump and jive, no time to rest.
Joining hands, a joyful crew,
Joking, laughing, joy anew.
Jazzy tunes, a joyful beat,
Jingling bells, a jolly treat.
Jovial smiles, a joyful sight,
Joyful memories, day and night.
Jeweled skies, a joyful hue,
Jubilant birds, singing anew.
Jocund laughter, fills the air,
Joyful sounds, everywhere.
Joyful hearts, a light so bright,
Jubilant love, shining so right.
Joyful souls, a shining star,
Journey on, to where you are.
So let joy fill your every day,
With jolly laughter all the way.
For joy is like a treasure trove,
Filled with love, and joy and hope.
Categories:
jests, abortion, addiction, child abuse,
Form: Alliteration
Fire without smoke manifests,
as bliss burn in third eye jests,
potent breath, a living force,
inpouring grace from the source.
Bliss beats at the Bindu point,
tilak on forehead anoint,
with supine spine energised,
our form's fully magnetised.
Spiritual heart tingling
delights pheromones mingling
orbiting the soul's fulcrum,
each node joy's sensorium.
Having transcended labels,
bliss flame heard of in fables
graced by God's soma nectar
ignites each in-form vector.
06-December-2022
Categories:
jests, spiritual,
Form: Jueju
At day I fight the warriors fight.
Because my heart is made of light,
Comes the dread of mine own blight-
Demons dark as blackest night.
Except that oh, they do forget
Falling Angels, a-many, I have met.
Gone With the Wind is not Their name,
Hellfires happenings will not break my sane.
In the cold an’ crisp-air riot,
Jests a-many
Kill my kin,
Love is my Name…I will not sin.
Move They won’t
Neither will I!
Of course I’m bound to suffer and die-
Proud I am of my heart,
Quintessential of Heavens Lark.
Rage the storm fiery and fierce
So goes the Warriors ballad song.
Tonight the tribulation will carry forth,
Unless my soul is captured…
Venerated and pure and true…
Well, I will not give it to you, devil!
Xeric though my land may be,
You will not have that victory-
Zeal for Him is my middle name.
Categories:
jests, absence, abuse, allusion, angel,
Form: Abecedarian
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