Long Giggle Poems
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Verse 1
Epitaph for a Shy Guy
He spoke in secrets ,shadows said so sweet,
A murmur,muted,on the main street.
His silence screamed a story,softly,slow,
A secret sparkle scarcely seen to glow.
The quietest voice was quote,we carefully
quote it still,
His peaceful presence,a perfect,peaceful
perfect pill.
Verse 2.
Epitaph for the Baadjievanger (1)
He snared,the swift,sly,silver-tongued
salesman,
Who wove his webs, winning with wit,when
the world began.
His dreams were a dream, a dazzling dreadful
disaster,
He caught all the cash,moving closer,then
faster.
The final fool fell for fate's false flatter,
His promises proven dust, do they even
matter?
Baadjievanger-A hanger-on,a scammer,opportunist, trickster
Verse 3.
Epitaph for the king of Bling
Here lies a life lined with lovers and
loudness,
A silver sky sparkling several sounds of
stunning soundness.
He wore gold gleaming,his soul's silver song,
But glitter's gone,grandeur's gone,a glimmer
gone gone.
The final flash has faded,a silent, sober
state so swift,
His most mighty magnificence,a memory's
miserable myth.
Verse 4.
Epitaph For the Great Tycoon
A power prince,he piled profits past
the planet's peak,
He bought bank buildings and a billion
bank notes for a break,.
His grip on gold,greatest of governments,
gloomed so grand,
But all his stocks and shares now sleep
beneath the same sand.
He made millions and a mountain of material
money,
Yet mortal making means memory's most
melancholy morning.
Verse 5
Epitaph for a gangster
Here lies a life lived fast and loud,
A silent shadow in the subway street crowd.
His guns are silent,glory's grave,
A kingpin's kingdom nothing could save.
The darkest deeds now dust and dream,
only the diamond death did secretly seam.
Verse 6
Epitaph for a Drunkard
He drank the day,he drained the darkest
dram,
A storm of spirits, slurring slam,
He found his freedom in the fluid flow,
His journey's joke, the bottle's bitter
blow.
The final bar is closed,the tab is settled low,
He's now not near the nectar nor the glass's
glow
As the morning slowly awakens I see how those beautiful eyes
Of yours warmly shine bright and share thy palpable feelings of
Enchanted moments of true love and unbridled fiery emotions.
Making love to me in the depths of your sweet dreams proves to be
Quite interesting as angels fly by and giggle softly at this prospect.
Yet, as we touch, caress, and kiss deeply—your dreams are now reality.
A lively passion burns inside such loving beauty as all pain fades away,
And I know you are that special one I have longed for my entire life.
The pulchritude of your radiant presence and spirit bedazzles me now.
As we adorn one treasured pearl filling our hearts with its deep pleasure,
Our minds now connect as one, visualizing eternal dances of true love
That echo on in caves beneath our psyche sounding our mutual passion.
Sailing away under a silver moon forever is where we need to be as two
Sultry lovers and like-spirits who have eaten that sweet forbidden fruit,
And to know we shall both scale infinite heights one day into eternity.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 29, 2018
(Tercet)
She is the super girl of poetry soup a cute
who through her limericks renders us mute
How can I resist a giggle when she writes
or helps me to sully my new tights
She is a lovely presence and I wish her well
if anyone here objections it won't jell
We are a site of beauty not one of snooty
so shake out your pom pom, give a hooty
Its Christmas a time for love words of essence
Jan, I'm glad your here and that you got presence
Lets give the girl a cheer today write a limerick
for her that is funny one with kick,
"FANCY SCHMANCY"
One day I met a fancy schmancy girl named Jan
and when it came to the funnies, oh how she ran
like an underwear on fire
yes, she's the girl for hire
if you want poop in your underwear then read
her crunchy lines, she leaves a laughter seed
for all....
xoxoxoxxo
Dec 10, 2018
FUNHOUSE MIRROR (pov)
I am a mirror in which many take place, what you see is not what you get I
can assure you it's all fun in games.
In the same light that slims you down a different angle at that and now you're
round, some I see giggle and share hearty laughs a sensitive youth might cry
as they past.
It looks like as if I have stolen your height or maybe a twist with all of my
might.
For these are silly games in which lights bended my shape. In a funhouse or in
a circus: my cousins you try to escape.
Their lack in humor must make them dull, Because my figment is your fantasy
of you being tall.-Maleeeon
11/28/23
10:13 PM
Hot Dog Cold Milk
Dead Hog White Silk
Hand Soap Prune juice
It floats Poop truce
Hot Tea Scan Can
Please Me Thanks Mam
Old Sponge White Bread
Such Grunge Looks Dead
My Sink Warm Bun
Cold Drink Tongue Fun
Red Stove Cold Meat
Food Cove Mouth Treat
My second nor first attempt at FOOTLES Please Soupmail me for errors, and will do.
Very rude to correct in open comments. Your appreciation and help is so
appreciated
Capitalization...Poet's Choice....Pangie xx
They giggle at my witch outfit, not realizing it is the real me.
I love the excitement of Halloween, it is a creepy night to be.
They are sharing their stories, no one listening to another.
Behind them stand their puffed-up father or grandmother.
The moms are all on brooms tonight, flying around the moon.
To hear them tell it, they are sexual beings who make Dracula swoon.
In actuality, the adults are who I care not a whit about.
I am listening to the little ones, their laughter and a shout.
Their stories are fascinating, they all have something to announce.
One is hopping beside a tiny toad; I see her skip and pounce.
In a notebook my muse is capturing their thoughts and ideas too.
They have terrific stories, that I will soon write up for you.
The thing about Nature is...
By Michelle Morris
03/10/2024
The thing about Nature is...
She helps slow your pace right down
Your heart beats with Gaia's heartbeat
And She shows you how it's done
The green spaces in dappled woods
Where sunlight winks at you
Trees reaching for the blue skies
As Nature shows Her Truth
Where rivers gurgle and giggle in delight
Playfully running to the sea
Where faeries and mischievous creatures
Show you how magical Life can be
Here in these Sacred Spaces
Between Time and Humanity
We can reach our own Soul's Spark
Listen carefully to its Secrets
For each one of us is born
To create beauty in this Universe
No Life was created for Destruction
We're meant to lift our collective Spirits
But only when we know ourselves
Can we walk the best Path for us
To create Magic and Miracles in our own Lives
Until we return to Nature as Dust
© Michelle Morris, 2024
In the realm of words, where emotions flow,
I craft this poem for my daughter to know,
Some things I see in her as I watch her grow.
Her intelligence, a mind so wise,
She's smarter than she may realize.
Her laughter, so contagious, with a smile so bright. In every giggle, there's a spark of pure delight,
Savoring the moment of her radiant light.
Aubree so silly, her unrehearsed comedy,
A natural comedian , a hilarious prodigy.
Her smile, a beacon, on my darkest of days,
A ray of sunlight, warming my weary ways,
And In her heart, she holds the memories we treasure,
Of loved ones departed, their love beyond measure.
Aubree, my baby,growing up so fast.
It's hard to believe how much time has passed.
With eyes like coffee, projecting energy, wherever they look.
In them, their lies a fascinating book.
She sees the world through innocent eyes.
She sees the world without it's disguise.
All these things so wonderful and true,
could never be enough to know how much I love you.
But with this poem I hope you may better see, just how much you mean to me.
What have you done, for you look like a perch?
On Botox you should've done some research
I won't sugarcoat it
You look very bloated
Your face is engorged, and some will besmirch
Resembling a puffer with puckered lips
I wanna pop them with my fingertips
Dress yourself up in lace
Get rid of that fish face
Girl, you better get real and come to grips!
Your booty sticks out. You've such a huge butt
People laugh behind your back when you strut
They giggle and they wink
Some even say you stink
Like a three-day old catch of Halibut
Your teeth are threatening like a hungry shark
Who'd bite me like a mad dog with a bark
You're known as a stinker
Caught, hook, line and sinker
People point at you and call you a snark
You are as fishy as a speckled trout
So nice to people before it's found out
It's nothing but a show
Just a smoke screen you blow
A tasteless fish thrown back, without a doubt
You've earned the deserved name of big mouth bass
A loose lip fish without an ounce of class
Kicked out of many schools
Cause they didn't like fools
Shunned by all the Tropicals known as wrasse
You've been compared to the swimmer called 'carp'
A lesser species whose teeth are quite sharp
A catch that's not a prize
Most fishermen despise
No angel fish when it plays on a harp
Sometimes you resemble a red snapper
Belting out words like a winded rapper
Blah blah blah, on you jaw
Irksome as a jackdaw
You sound like the news anchor, Jake Tapper
When you swim in the pool, you're called a whale
Ya think that's due to the size of your tail?
In candy you indulge
It's the cause of your bulge
You might want to try a diet of kale
The most beautiful morning stretches before my eyes
beneath a parapet of pink gloaming, one promised breath
All Remains of yesterday swallowed by a burst of fresh air
both window and I are privy to a turtle dove cooing on my ledge
"This is not my habitat" she seems to coo sweetly
I answer her in honesty " it isn't mine either" sweet thing
The coffee smells good and my dippy egg is semi-soft
I sense a new beginning and I am not afraid;
Tomorrow's hopes are perched safely on my shoulder
and somehow, I am not afraid of growing older
Heaven is not a pipe dream mirage from where I stand
God is having a giggle, at the turtle dove and I.
Written by: Mystic Rose