Money laughs in the daylight,
Showing off like it owns the
Block.
Every dollar retains a joke
And a bruise.
Quick to bless, quicker to
Bite,
It shifts moods like weather
On a bad street.
But after hours it cries quietly
Remembering every soul it eluded.
This small god with moods
Keeps moving-
Blessing, breaking never
Staring long.
A woman had dress to impress
But attracted the wrong guest
Lustful men at her door
Who demanded way more
But was sprayed for being a pest
The willow weeps for me, they say
They play that willow song
What if a willow laughs per se
And we just got it wrong
We misperceive its hanging sleeves
The rustle that we hear
Could be a joke told by the breeze
“Look at that fool, my dear”
The willow dies of laughter, though
We still believe it weeps
The other day I had a go
To listen to the leaves
But it was so serene around
That even birds didn’t sing
Two leaves were slowly spinning down
I couldn’t hear anything..
when our skin touches
im left with diluted smells
like wearing your boyfriend's hoodie
only its not mine to have
These smells have become nauseating
reminding me im only useful for backseats
and undercover kisses
my body is craving closeness
but im only handed meaningless motions
and tinted glass laughs
blurring what they really want from me
Love is only a broken teenage dream
my skin isnt what it used to be
im left with marks
from those who never truly knew me
Its not mine
But I still choose to love like this
backseats have become a place where Im seen
in the same space just another girl
they're always going to replace
Its something to distract me
from the damaged parts of my body
they never choose to see
“I’m not listening to
another poem!!
You write them all
the time! Is it
a haiku?"
"Well, no."
"Then I'm not
listening. You make
fun off me in all
of them."
"Sometimes."
I read the latest
poem...
"Mark, mark! Did you
listen to it. You didn't
even look up from your
lottery ticket, or even
acknowledge that I
was here!"
"What?
You're here?"
A comedy
of laughs
The man in the elevator was all a flush
A lady just told him pull your zipper up
He hadn’t noticed his fly was open wide
For looking at a woman he thought a DD breast size
He turned facing the rear to quickly zip it up
But then unluckily dear his Willy got stuck
He let out a scream and then passed gas
The people weren’t mean but all had to laugh
The Demon That Laughs
The demon that laughs, he never cries. He thrives in one’s self destruction and has no discrimination in his eyes.
It is from his seductive influence that the addict has now become enslaved.
The addicts life is now a miserable mess. He is always wondering when he will get high next.
See that demon laugh, it has no sympathy because the addicts life is now filled with self-inflicted pain and misery.
Ha, ha, ha, the addict hears a fading laugh. That demon has put him in his grave at last
If clothes make the man,
a fig leaf did not do a lot for Adam,
who, in a state of undress,
had no choice of madam.
With no one else to impress,
take it or leave it,
if you can believe,
there was only one
and she was Eve.
If he was, 'first come, first served',
also, 'he who laughs last',
he didn't have much to chuckle about,
after he became an Eden outcast.
'Sweet are the uses
of adversity,
as the heart grows fonder
by diversity,'
as, hoping to raise a smile,
yet nutty as a fruitcake,
I spoke none too fast
at someone fun to poke
but slow on the uptake,
as tho' it takes quite a while,
he who laughs last,
finally gets the joke.
friendship can be great
looking when will I find you
will that be today
are you now looking for me
will our search go on and on
there you stood looking
oh you came out of no where
what a big surprise
our friendship is a flower
fun and laughs are everywhere
our fun and laughs turn
it all goes so very wrong
hurt and pain from words
tears running like a river
why did our friendship go bad
They say the willow weeps for me
They play the willow song
What if the willow laughs and we
Perceive its rustle wrong
The willow dies of laughter though
We still believe it weeps
I’ve seen two seagulls flying low
Beneath the willow’s sleeves
One of the seagulls turned its head
Another seagull grinned
The leaves were falling on my bed
Spinning in the wind.
“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
I had a dream.
I don’t remember most dreams.
I was cleaning the floors of heaven.
It seemed a mixed blessing,
I was in heaven, after all
but I was cleaning the floors.
It was a part time job,
I knew that intuitively.
I don’t mind house cleaning,
heaven cleaning.
It’s calm work, kind of Zen.
Are we supposed to think of religions in heaven?
At first I scrubbed on my hands and knees.
The floors are soft in heaven, like golden gym mats.
Then I thought of it, and suddenly I had a swiffer-wet mop,
just like that - and the pad never wore out.
After a while, I had an iPod, and AirPods too.
Then a daiquiri - a banana daiquiri with a pastel rainbow umbrella.
They make rapturous daiquiris in the hereafter - they never run out.
‘Heavenly,’ I thought, snorting out a dizzy laugh.
.
.
Songs for this:
The River of Dreams Billy Joel
If the Lord Wasn't Walking By My Side by Elvis Presley
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Imagine
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Rushing waterz
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my
Heavenly Father
Gifts
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i
Bliss
A mask to conceal
a costume to hide behind
A dozen laughs kill the pain
a couple drinks anesthetize
Any way it’s sliced or diced
a band-aid halts the blood
Though memory lurks in darkling queue
to ope all wounds anew
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