Laugh At Poems - Poems about Laugh At

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...

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“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...

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To me it’s clear as a day The power shouldn’t exist But it does seem the other way Me and the likes are missed The power people rule the game They’re livelier than ever And simple folks like me are blamed For nothing but whatever Is bound to be criminalized Just for the sake of guilt Though hardly it’s a big surprise This cruel world...

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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....

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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. ...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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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as the dance ends ~ the wallflower comes to life...

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By moonlit nights, I prowl with grace, No mirror shows my pale, sharp face. Stake through heart? Please, not today— I dodge those stakes and run away. Garlic bread? You think I'll drool? I've got a stash behind the stool. Sunlight's foe? A mild complaint, Sunscreen 50 is my saint. I drink your blood, but don't take fright— It's just a snack to get...

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Still a child at heart tho' older are some other parts and only for a lark back to my childhood here I hark I remember a rhyme in the far reaches of my mind hickory dickory dock the mice ran up the clock the clock struck one the mouse fell down luckily the plucky other ducked shucked and jived escaped survived got out alive and ran away to live another...

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Habañero sauce, nice and hot Dash it all in my cooking pot. My nose runs everytime I eat. Every tasty bite brings the heat. I blow my nose to clear the snot And I think, “Boy is this stuff hot!” When I sit on the toilet seat Is when I really feel the heat! ...

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Read this, you must Excuse my dust, See ya on flip side, Reaper's got my hide!...

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