There was a girl in a night club,
Who tripped in that crowded pub.
She bruised her left arm,
But laughed off the harm,
And danced while a dog ate her grub.
Put on a silly face
stay a while to laugh and giggle
~ age is an arbitrary number
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
i was crucified by my own friends
for the sake of their own happiness
my tears became their way for joy
yet i never learned my lessons
i was sacrificed by my own friends
they found pleasure in my pain
a sadistic thing i always tried to deny
till i heard the evil plan one noon
i was crucified by my own friends
the re-telling feels like a stab in the wound
no joke was funny, nothing about me was
i was the wallflower they always dared to hunt
WHEN I LOOKED BACK
WHEN I LOOKED BACK AT IT ALL
ALL I CAN DO WHEN I LOOKED BACK
IS LAUHGED AND LAUGHED
WOW IT FEELS SO GOOD TO LAUGH ABOUT IT ALL
WHEN I LOOKED BACK AT IT ALL
ALL I CAN DO IS LAUGHED AND LAUGHED
DAMN I WAS NAIVE
WHY THE CLOCK WAS TICKING
THINKING YOU COULD CHANGE
THNINKING I COULD CHANGE
THINKING I COULD CHANGE YOU
THINKING YOU COULD CHANGE ME
ALL I CAN DO WHEN I LOOKED BACK
IS LAUHGED AND LAUGHED
ALL I NEEDED TO DO WAS TO SWITCH DIRECTION
TURN THE PAGE AND CREATE THE CHAPTERS
WHY THE CLOCK WAS TICKING
ALL I CAN DO WHEN I LOOKED BACK
IS LAUHG AND LAUGH
I SHIFT MY LIFE
I CREATED MY FUTURE
I LOVE MY LIFE
I FREE MYSELF
ALL I CAN DO WHEN I LOOKED BACK
IS LAUHG AND LAUGH
WOW IF FEELS SO GOOD
ALL I CAN DO WHEN I LOOKED BACK
IS LAUHG AND LAUGH
Consider the pigeon
It’s been itchin’
for a smidgen
of recognition
So it started
a bird-feed kitchen
That no bird die
of malnutrition
Laugh when all else fails
Laugh even if your ship doesn't sail
Laugh when you rather cry
Laugh while you're saying goodbye
Laugh in or out of season
Laugh for reasons or for no reason
Laugh because laughing is medicine
Laugh and release the frounds within
Laugh and live; Laugh and love
Laugh with joy born from above
Laugh privately or in a crowd
Laugh quietly or laugh out loud
Laugh when nothing is going well
Laugh when there's no water in the well
Laugh whether you are strong or weak
Laugh both in wins and defeats
One day, life will leave my battered carcass.
One day, I will no longer belong to this rotten world.
Today, my suicidal urges mock Death with laughter.
I waste the breath of life that my universal force gave me freely.
I came from the darkness, and I shall end in the furnaces of my own destruction.
Doing good is a duty, to soothe the wrath of the Creator.
I will end in the flames of my own hell.
Like all those innocent souls, I too have suffered.
I know every face of death.
I have worn every mask of misery.
I am but an ignorant man, aware of his ignorance,
Thirsty for knowledge like the builders of the pyramids.
I chose to laugh so my demons would remain silent.
Since I learned to walk, my tears have dried.
I stand for truth, justice, liberty, equality, and righteousness.
I believe fraternity is an absurd notion, drenched in hypocrisy.
I hate the racists who preached humanism and universalism
Only to sanctify racialism and supremacism.
“We are all here on Earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for, I don’t know.” - W. H. Auden
Everyone wants to be a comedian,
some are better at it than others.
The many types of humour range
from dark & bitter to kind & thought-provoking.
Sometimes there's room for interpretation
where depth of meaning can be found.
Society being an endless source of inspiration,
we won't run out of material any time soon.
Try to find it in your heart to somehow leave your mark
and contribute in positive ways to this world
that is not as tough as it appears to be ~
below the surface it hurts and in much need of healing.
AP: 3rd place 2025
He who laugh last
Laugh last longer
Than all the first.
Laugh heart all out
As if the last
Life all there is.
Throwing stone
At angry waves
Laugh after that.
There's a way out
In each tunnel
Except to laugh.
Imagine this
Crazy to laugh
Yet you smile.
I saw god near a pawnshop today:
He had a crack pipe and
a crooked smile.
When he asked me for
a quarter, I gave it to
him.
And that’s when he
told me of his
omnipotence.
What a neat
guy.
Tesla the inventor
an eccentric Serbian
once worked for a businessman
an entrepreneurial USAnian
when Edison had an idea bright
saw the light
and invented DC electricity
positive and ground
as found in a battery
then Nikola created AC
as used in the home
by the whole family
a contest still
a power struggle
if you will
however
Tesla the car
employs both forms of energy
as does the phonograph
so tho' posthumously
looks like Thomas had the last laugh
Creativity comes and goes.
That’s what she believes, she named Cho.
Cho happens to be a potato.
Creativity comes and goes because Cho just knows.
When Cho the potato gets creative,
She eases in with simple watercolor.
Creativity starts to be invasive
as her mind races for more, oh brother.
Oils, dance, pottery, and art,
She gains quite the speed.
Cho doesn’t see art out of her league.
Creativity makes into her potato heart.
Literature, theater, architecture, film,
Drawing, music, sculpting, craft.
Cho the potato starts looking grim
As she spirals down and asks,
“Is all of this creativity making me dread?
I might just stay on the couch instead.”
Tickle my fancy
tickle my toes
tickle my funny bone
(both elbows)
put a smile in my life
a laugh let me hear
place a grin on my face
(from ear to ear)
tell me a joke
it's chuckles I seek
give me a giggle
(tongue in cheek)
play me a prank
let silliness spark
say something funny
(just for a lark)
ape me a caper
do it in jest
monkey around
(buffoonery's best)
when crying with laughter
can't take any more
I'll do it for you
(rolling on the floor)
Sat alone again, sipping a few
The old whiskey jar
It's as empty as you
Now you're gone I can see
All that you did
Just one more day
To be your friend
They say to live
Each day as your last
The reality is
We're all tied to a mast
Don't dream away
These ideas that you have
Because the moment is now
Just remember to laugh
I think it's the greatest of gifts
If you've got some then share it with friends
We don't know when this ride will end
Just where it begins
We don't have much time
To have a good time
I reach for a book
A tiny arm comes out of the spine
The arm slaps my hand
Not that one, my muse suggests
The next novel laughs as I open her
Then she screams
But wait
Is that another laugh?
Have these missives always been alive?
Why has it taken me so long to notice?
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