Long Comedy Poems
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Maybe I walk in your shoes,
Perhaps you sleep like my loops,
Probably, this is an unimaginable satire,
Inside your head, I can never born again and be a disaster.
Perhaps I am only your necessity,
Probably, I walk on springs,
Maybe you don't possess earthly possessions,
In your hands, my name is nothing but an arcade.
Maybe you know I am your closest friend,
Perhaps I am not a suitable companion,
Probably, your thoughts about me are just a cliche,
In your mind, I am nothing but a sense of consciousness.
I know you will not follow my path,
I understand you value yourself more than my prestigious circles,
You belong to the official comedy,
I beg you to sacrifice your passion for one last time.
I cannot be your passion,
Perhaps I am more than that,
Maybe you've got none,
But you will get a better one!
Would you like to be in my movie
I'm going to make you a star
You'll be my leading lady
Feel free to come as you are
It will be billed as a comedy
With a bit of romance in the mix
We'll have oodles of fun in the making
I'll even put you on my A-list
When we're not busy in the filming
We can both go over our lines
Where you tell me you love me
And I'll repeat back in kind
It will have its share of sequels
I'm thinking more than 4 or 5
We might even make the cover of People
That way we'll know we've arrived
So let's try and set up a meeting
Discuss over dinner what we can do
About you being in my hit movie
Where I'll make a star out of you
When his dream was shattered
he couldn’t understand how his life…once filled with comedy
Had changed course overnight and become a tragedy
So he traveled to the wise one and asked her,
when it comes to dreams…what wisdom could she impart….
“Your dreams,” she said with a smile, “are a blending of your mind…
your soul…
your heart.”
“There are three things to remember about dreams that apply to everyone…
even you.
The first is you must have a dream if that dream is ever to come true.
The second, when it comes to dreaming, is this reality
No dream, no matter how magnificent…comes with a guarantee.
The third thing you need to remember in this life as you wander through
is to never stop your dreaming because your last dream didn’t come true.
For it would truly be a tragedy if for the rest of your nights and days
you never knew true happiness was just a dream away.
What is wrong with the people
Today?
A bunch of dumb people are leading
The way.
Seeks ATTENTION,
You find ABUSE.
If you hang,
Hang loose.
Lacking BACKBONE,
Loud and BOASTFUL.
Mass shooting sprees,
They go postal.
They can’t CAPTIVATE,
They CAPTURE.
Stuck on the same page,
No new CHAPTER.
DIFFERENT is not the same as
DIFFICULT.
Aiming for change,
Get the same result.
It is better to EDUCATE,
Then to ESTIMATE.
No more wild child,
Domesticate.
Try Being FRIENDLY,
No FURY.
Patience is the key,
Don’t act PREMATURELY.
GIVE more,
Less GREEDY.
Take care of self,
Less needy.
HEAL don’t
HATE.
Be selective when choosing
A mate.
INFLUENCE without
INSULT.
It is not age that makes
You an adult.
Be JOYFUL,
Forget JEALOUS.
Relax don’t be
Rebellious.
Show KINDNESS,
Don’t KILL.
It takes time to hone your
Skill.
More time LEARNING,
LESS LECTURE.
Leave the drama,
Bring pleasure.
MORE MENTALITY,
Less MACHINE.
Cut out,
If it’s not your scene.
Try to NEGOTIATE,
Cap your NERVES.
will happen,
Crap will occur.
OBSERVE don’t
OPPOSE.
That door is
Closed.
More PASSION,
Less PAIN.
Work harder,
Don’t complain.
Seeking QUALITY,
Less QUANTITY.
Side-step tragedy,
Enjoy the comedy.
REPAIR before you
REPLACE.
Is it the kill or the
Chase.
To SAVE means
SACRIFICE.
You must suffer on way
To paradise.
Better to TREAT,
THEN TRICK.
Take your time,
Not so quick.
Choose the UNDERDOG,
Avoid the UNABLE.
Diversity instead of
Racial.
VALUE before
VARIETY.
Things clear up with
Sobriety.
Be WILLING,
Less WORRY.
Slow ride,
No hurry.
Don’t XANAX to
XTREME.
BOLO for a snake
Or a scheme.
Better to say YES,
Than not YET.
Recognize an incoming
Threat.
Be ZANY and ZOOM with
ZEAL.
Just saying,
Keeping it real.
Turbo1904
"Life must be a preparation for a transition to another dimension"
Terrence McKenna
We’re told it’s an event but it’s really a process
That it all flashes before us the moment we die
If that is true then I die daily
Track with me please as I egress
I’ve done the homework and the flashes lie
Despite their intentions, however gaily
And what of a moment or what is a day
Have they ever existed anyway
Man-made gizmos to help us reset
A thing we chose for which we regret
Or an unkind deed we’d hoped you’d excuse
Nay, manifest sperms from a younger man’s muse
I’ve ne’er been clobbered over the head
Nor slowly digested by a cancer bed.
Just too much time ingesting life’s ****
Avoiding the high road as the cadence said
When you my good man were born
You joined the army of the marching dead
Sacred and sordid private vignettes
Pass my sight as on display
for my review, soldiers from another day
Eyes dripping with future regrets
They’re too damn familial to let me see
My father’s carcass laid in-state in side of me
Serendipidies, Synchronicities, one way flights
Fortunes traded for stronger nights
Fair turned foul and foul trumped fair
Angels and devils dance side by side
Naked and primal to an ancient aire.
Passion and convention kibitz and collide
When there was no God upon my breath
When I hooked up with Lady Macbeth
Ceasing to be I still existed
Duly seduced by the good witch’s whispers
No epilogue in a comedy of manners
The plot became kitsch but so it persisted
Days will come when you’ll put it on paper
Sweating your numbers and so obsess
You soon start surfing on a yestertide
Their breath can reek of a lecherous vapor
And their flashes are but a vapor’s caress
Yet you, like me have survived
each day that you’ve died
(dedicated to Naija, my countree)
Naija, I hail o
A house horrorful than
The Hammer house of horror!
Naija, I hail o
An animal dreadful than
The dreaded white shark!
Naija, I hail o
A den of animallike humans
Who prey on all preyables!
Naija, I hail o
The home of impersonation
At its peak..
The den of corruption
At its best...
The hearthrob of religious bigotry
At its purest...
The lover of insecurity
At its highest...
The house of crimes
At its rawest...
The sweetheart of deception
At its masterpiece...
The friend of political acrimony
At its baddest....
The all in all of things
Better left unsaid
At its various unsaid forms...
Naija, I hail o
A marriage of convenience
By the British
Now a kid
Of inconveniencies and anarchy....
Naija, I hail o
Where everything thought
To be impossible is done
With a malevolent frangrance!
To the amazement
Of all and sundry!
Naija, I hail o
Where few enjoy
And the most suffer
Yet
Tonnes of smiles
Flood every face you can see!
Naija, I hail o
Where I keep wondering
When will it all change?
There are only two movies I watch more than once a year.
While You Were Sleeping with Sandra Bullock is one of them.
Sure, I love her. But I love Bill Pullman too and Peter Boyle.
You know how sometimes you want to recast a movie?
This is not one of those. Each person was cast perfectly.
They are comedians, their timing is exquisitely done.
They are lovable, except Peter and Ashley, but they are great
Because they are supposed to be pompous, staid, stuck-up.
Every time I watch I am cheering for the heroes to get together.
Even Joe Junior, the landlord’s son, has a loveable side to him.
Glynis Johns is perfect, and it is great to see her again.
But the plot, oh, my, it is hilariously funny! So terrific.
I sit on the edge of my seat, chomping down popcorn
At an unnatural rate, cheering them on, dying for the ending.
When Lucy says “I fell in love with you,” and Peter Boyle says
“You fell in love with me?” my heart swells every single time.
This is a die-and-go-to-Venice movie. I highly recommend it.
If you want to grin for the rest of the night, watch this one.
I think of my memory as this vast and endless library within my mind.
My library, just like yours, is unique unto itself…
where once an experience becomes a memory…
It finds its place upon the shelf.
This library collects all my memories…every dream, every comedy…every tragedy…
sometimes in prose…sometimes in rhyme…
from the moment my eyes first open…
until they close for the very last time.
The beauty of this library is how…out of the blue…
something can trigger a memory
A song…and aroma…a photo…an old friend we happen to greet….
and those memories fly right off the shelf…
and land directly at my feet.
Other times I’ll search the shelves until I find a memory that makes me smile
I’ll dust it off…open it up…and visit with it for a while.
I suppose one of the keys to happiness…
in all the years of our life span…
Is to fill the shelves of our library with as many memories as we can.
So…when we’re older…as through these stacks of memories we climb….
we’ll never run out of memories…before we run out of time.
The brightness of late summer light,
The songs of birds whose brood take flight.
I love to take in these earthly pleasures,
And so to fill my mind with treasures.
The conversations with my friends,
The closeness only death will end,
To share my life with those who care,
How could we have better fare?
Those who suffer pain and grief,
From whom love's stolen by a thief,
Let us take them to our hearts,
So their healing path can start.
Those who are fear friendship and love,
Who set themselves at too low worth,
Do they know how courage grows
Through acceptance of our woes
Life is tragic comedy.
Love may be the remedy.
Though if we give our hearts away
We shall have grief and pain to pay.
But if we lock our hearts up tight,
And keep all feeling out of sight,
We will wither like dead leaves,
Of our whole life we'll be bereaved
I am a very slow reader…I’m not ashamed to say…
when I come across a good book…I can linger there for days.
And why not! When I open a book I never know what experiences await.
Will there be adventures grand or small?
Will there be drama, comedy, mystery…or perhaps a little bit of all?
I don’t see just words on paper…no my eyes and mind understand
each word is a mere stepping stone into another land.
From the comfort of my bed or chair or hammock the adventure doth begin…
and as I turn the pages of a book…I visit places I’ve never been.
I journey to exotic lands, witness untold beauty quite sublime...
It’s even possible in a book to go traveling through time.
I help solve difficult cases, know what’s lingering behind that door
I feel the joy of love when it emerges, and the atrocities of war.
Where else can I travel the globe and experience such wonderful panoramas
all from the safety of my home while still in my pajamas?
Which is why I prefer to be a slow reader…
after all If I can travel to all parts of the universe…
from the present to the future to the past…
while meeting new and interesting people…
why would I want to read fast?
No, when I am reading a book I love…it is my long range plan
to linger on every word, every sentence, and every paragraph
for as long as possibly I can.
So to all the fellow slow readers out there…
Don’t feel this is something you need to hide…
Because the slower we read…the longer our visit lasts
And the more we enjoy the ride.