Life's a deck of cards, fate’s unsteady hand,
And I hold the joker, at life's command.
For every joy, a shadow falls,
A dance of highs, and sudden stalls.
One moment I'm laughing, a heart full of glee,
Next, I'm crying, despair captures me.
Happiness fleeting, sadness its twin,
A battle within, where to begin?
Depression’s grip, a slowing tide,
Time crawls, and shadows hide.
In my mind, it digs so deep,
Thoughts entwined, no restful sleep.
Would life be easier if I were gone?
An empty void where memories drawn.
How can they love, when inside I'm lost,
A shipwreck in waiting, not yet tossed?
I see their smiles, their endless grace,
My kids, step-kids, partner’s embrace.
Why do I deserve their light and love?
They're the stars, the moon above.
They keep my heart ticking, steady and true,
But I fear my shadows dampen their view.
I wish I were well, to run, to play,
To laugh with them, in a carefree way.
So here I stand, the joker in hand,
Balancing life on shifting sand.
But know this, my love holds strong,
For them, I fight, where I belong.
Categories:
laughing(a), absence, angst, care, extended
Form: Rhyme
Sue and Sage were sisters.
They searched the sandy shores,
solely for the treasure,
hid by pirates years before.
Sue would smile
as Sage would sing.
Searching for silver
and golden things.
never seeing
the silver they sought
just spending time
laughing a lot.
Soon the sunset
sent them home.
With such sweet memories
but no silver or gold.
Categories:
laughing(a), beach, childhood, memory, sea,
Form: Alliteration
Whatever you do don’t make Tom mad
He is the meanest at the convention a real cad
I had been to Steamboat conventions lots before
Which one is he? I asked my sister De La More.
The one with the club foot, he is a bad ass cat.
I stared at him then he was virile, kind of phat.
I think I will be his friend, I said that soft June day.
I wandered by him and said “hidey hey!’
I am big and grouchy and mean, he said.
I gave him a quick look and threw back my head.
Laughing a donkey’s laugh, that almost never would end.
From that minute, that day, he became a very fast friend.
Categories:
laughing(a), cat,
Form: Rhyme
Marianne called me on a Sunday at eight a.m.
We live four hours away from each other
I had not seen her for over a year
“Want to meet me in Liberty in thirty minutes?”
“Heck yes!”
We were jumping around laughing a few minutes later
Picking up our conversation as if we had seen each other yesterday
Best friends for over twenty-seven years
We ate breakfast, shopped, laughed, had lunch,
it seemed like we still lived in the same town
as if I had never left
She looks a bit older, and I know I do too
But when we see each other we do not see age
We see mutual trust, respect
We share some stories that no one else would understand
We laugh about our past experiences, trips, stories
She was still doing everything for everyone.
I had trouble letting her go back home.
Categories:
laughing(a), women,
Form: Narrative
I am getting myself a retail therapy cat said my aunt.
I met one once, and I am telling you that you simply can’t!
She had made up her mind and brought home Mrs. T.
A well-dressed cat that was persnickety, stuck-up and snooty.
She won’t speak to me and she puts on airs, said my Aunt Lee.
I told you not to bring one home I said, laughing a bit with know-it-all-glee.
Mrs. T was outfitted in round dark shades with white rims.
Her leopard cape was elegant without any kind of extra flair or trims.
She was carrying a black patent leather purse when out popped a mouse.
The creature was wearing a mink pillbox hat that outclassed our house.
A mouse too! Said my aunt. What on earth was I thinking?
The mouse ran up into a wall and died there, so now things are stinking.
Categories:
laughing(a), cat,
Form: Rhyme
Do you ever wish you could be
another face in the crowd
that fades from everyone’s memory
blending in like brushstrokes on canvas
catching no one’s attention or mention
Just a mundane man among the many
laughing a bit too loud in the pub upon
hearing a bawdy joke you found funny
Oiling a squeaky door hinge or
repairing a kitchen drawer that sticks
ticking those tasks off a long list
of everything that needs to be fixed
in the modest house you had to
sacrifice and save so long to buy
Flying anywhere exceedingly rare
the cost of first class out of the question
Never wondering if the woman you’re with
truly loves you or merely the amount
of currency in your bank account
if she considered what hitching her horse
to your name might do to further her fame
Unfettered and free to simply converse
with someone like me
another nobody
Categories:
laughing(a), career, celebrity, humanity, identity,
Form: Rhyme
There is a tiny itsy bitsy teensy weensy bit of vomit in her hair.
She is a prim lady, prideful, and can be slightly mean about stuff.
This is church, and I do not want to embarrass her,
For then she might throw one of her fits and embarrass the whole pew.
Do I tell her? Do I dare? I am a mere child. What would people think?
How would I say it?
Excuse me, Miss Peaworthy, but you have puke in your hair?
Did someone regurgitate on you?
I am five.
I don’t even know that word yet.
I stare at her hair throughout service.
Laughing a little bit.
My mother tries to shush me with the look.
It does not work. She puts her hand over my giggling mouth.
Christians being fed to lions is apparently not funny.
The minister stares at me. I wink. He loses his place.
Church. My favorite place.
No telling what is coming around the corner.
Categories:
laughing(a), christian, nostalgia,
Form: Prose Poetry
Let Iran live
Those who want a war in Iran, ought to look
At the people in the street, shopping laughing a good time is had.
Millions of them will be killed and maimed by war is as idiotic as it is senseless and solves nothing. Other
than giving more power to the Saudis and the elephant
in the room which tactfully not mention.
I ask Europe not to give in to” a coalition of the willing” you
Plant bombs, kill people on others behalf
And call it democracy.
If you do the retribution will be endless
Categories:
laughing(a), inspiration, international, introspection,
Form: Blank verse
oh my god!, this is the best night ever!!
maybe a few more shots, and it might get even better
put some tunes on Mr DJ, i am ready for a rave
i have had soo many drinks, but i will try to behave
after jiggling around on the dance floor, i start to feel a little funny
i get a pain in my a**e, and a bubbling in my tummy
as i take a sit down, i begin to feel fine
then i realise, oh no, i haven't got time.
so hurrying as fast as i can and signalling to my friend
i try and get to the toilet before it comes out of both ends
uh oh too late, i get the urge to be sick
oh no, i think i just pooed a little bit.
no time to find a toilet, so a corner will have to do
its very dark in the club, so i find a corner, and do a poo
ah thats better
i head to the bar to get a drink to clear the sicky feeling from my throat
when someone from the corner shouts
"oi, you've just pooed on my coat"
as i look around i can feel everyone laughing a me
i am so drunk right now, that i can hardly see.
as the coat owner approaches, poo covered coat hand, at a very angry pace.
I open my mouth to apologise, and i throw up all over her face.
Categories:
laughing(a), drink, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Bareback riding on a galloping horse
In the dark, using force
To conquer barriers blocking my path
Laughing a completely maniacal laugh.
Wading through the cold, deep waters
That flow from the mountains, Zeus' daughters.
Battling hills and steep slopes
Foolishly high are my hopes.
Dashing through the open plains
Hearing voices calling my name
But I don't listen to them
I can't, I won't give in for a gem.
Gasping through the dry, hot deserts
My breathing as loud as the loudest concerts.
Listening to the music I cause
Still not eaten by my enemy's jaws.
What makes me strong you may ask?
Well, certainly not a simple task.
It's the courage and determination that does it all
Courage and determination not to fall.
Categories:
laughing(a), adventure, career, desire, devotion,
Form: Imagism
laughing a joyous laugh
a giggle escapes my mouth's path
swinging on this swing i do
another swing here by you
with the sky as dark as my mother's hair
playing here then playing there
with one small swing takes another flight
im here with you on this wonderful night
Categories:
laughing(a), anniversary, childhood, giggle,
Form: Rhyme