Long Laughs Poems
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All the fairytale violence
Life’s too Grimm already
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Let Red Riding Hood bloody-hack the wolf to death…
Let the sleeping beauty jam an apple down the witch’s throat…
Let Hansel and Gretal pull out all the witch’s teeth
without putting her to sleep…
Let Cinderella make her stepmother step in shards of glass
while she whistles and laughs…
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Life’s too Grimm already
I just can’t…
Eye in the sky screams "dreams are not reality;" yet it flies impossibly on whirling bionic wings. "the force is a fantasy," laughs the big screen; yet it motions this ironically through ionic streams. "No power in an evergreen," shrills the factory; cutting from the same cloth that had allowed us to breathe. "That vision? A symptom of insanity;" suggests the PHD, and recommends fixing something so deeply rooted by consuming this repeatedly; denying this notion is the very definition of what you suppose we carry. "But don't you want to bee with everybody?" Whisper the walls and empty streets. Could it be that everything is simultaneously, as stone lock and river key? Would it seem that all we need to coax the dread of uncertainty, is to each weave threads of teachings, unique? Bound with an understanding sure as gravity, until we are warm in the cold of infinity, in a quilt of minds set free.
. Cheese Cringe
Joins the dots Scrubs the slate
Invites the platter Lays smorgasbord
Trusts the echoes Swats at the flies
Knows it's cheese Presents as caviar
Laughs with itself Groans at moans
Means every word Tries having it on
Softens into silence Hums through hush
Trusts the audience Counts on the nods
Carries an umbrella Blames rain clouds
Loves Swiss cheese Prefers old Jarlsberg
Arrives a little early Makes bold entrance
Knows when to stop Can’t ever give it up
Risks some affection Insures for rejection
Content with a smile Wants standing ovation
Gaps between words Babbles endlessly on
Delights in the simple Over does it to death
Smiles before you do Waits for permission
Lets the jokes have air Explains the punchline
Speaks to the moment Speaks over the crowd
Welcomes an audience Counts the applause
Knows when it's smiling Says kimchi for a smile
Wears heart on its sleeve Sobs in its own elbows
Doesn't fear the eye-roll Watches raised eyebrows
Leaves gaps for wonder Fills cracks with certainty
Doesn't mind being uncool Shivers on cold shoulders
Lets the conversation finish Finishes all your sentences
Laughs well before it matters Waits until laugh-light is on
Knows the holes make cheese Plugs every hole with a mirror
Leaves before applause finishes Waits for one more curtain call
Leaf sprouts Leaf drops
Believes Deceives
Flowers Weeds
Cheese Cringe
Vivacious, practical, self-directed
Mary Bailey, nice body
it makes no sense that just because George
might never have been she suddenly becomes a shy,
homely, lonely librarian without a dog or god.
No, it did not fundamentally matter
whether George was born except to his mother. Potter
might have taken over but why should the morality
of a whole community decline? As for the ship
going down, if a butterfly in China had fluttered
right instead of left 10,000 years ago
the tragedy would have been entirely averted
in fact the whole war would not have happened!
I pleasure in and treasure
my insignificance. If only
I could be overlooked
by the planning board and IRS.
One false note gives the lie
to the whole premise. God died
but was elected posthumously to the Senate
as for the Big Bang theory, when it
supposedly happened what surrounded that
golf ball of matter and now what
occupies the time beyond the farthest edge of space?
My wife over dinner laughs, says Face
it, you'll never know so stop asking questions.
That is how we must make music, mindful of our extreme
limits, our politics, our complete dependence on the theme
of God as feedback, bifurcation and correction.
Suicide is a topic way too serious for jokes.
Too awkward for many funny bone pokes.
But Patch Addams was played on this tone.
By a fighter of demons of others and his own.
So in the spirit of the Dead Poet Society actor.
Who influenced our lives in ways I can’t factor.
Mr. Williams showed suicide is unpredictable.
Victims like him seem happy and successful.
So put down the gun and have a good laugh.
Chuckle so hard your side will split in half.
Nothing is funnier than an idiot in action.
Laugh til you cry from the satisfaction.
There are great memes about crazy sh1t.
Helping to get those nightmares to quit.
People crack jokes to make you feel good.
Mine can fall flat like a board made of wood.
But what this goof is really trying to say.
Humor is a tool to help see another day.
Some jokes suck more ass than a toilet.
But the tear makers are lined up and set.
Yes this rhyme may make you roll your eyes.
But it worked if it stops self-destructive tries.
Some of the funniest jokes come out wrong.
Like when Borat wore a green unitard thong.
So if you think there’s no reason to carry on.
You’ll miss the meme of the guy mentally gone.
And the hilarious clips of fools way too drunk.
Plus bathroom incidents that no doubt stunk.
The GIFs that hilariously match how you feel.
Ring clips show failed thieves trying to steal.
Look I understand you have memories to lose.
But there’s many you can replace if you chose.
So remember most jokes will miss their target.
Unlike a gun aimed at the shooter with regret.
The best laughs are missed if you chose death
You don’t need it to avoid my morning breath.
So next time you think of saying a peace out.
I’ve got a raunchy pic so funny you’ll shout.
Keep your flame on, even if it’s just a flicker.
There’s reason to live if you’re ready to snicker.
What do you expect? His mother looks twelve.
Generalizations like this bother me.
“I was a young mother,” I say.
“I bet you were a better mother later,” she says.
“No, I was not,” I tell her. “I was a good mother sooner.
“You are an exception,” she says.
“No, I am not,” I reply.
I have gone a mere two steps when I hear another generalization queen say
“She is probably set in her ways. She is old.”
“I am old”, I remind her. “Am I set in my ways?”
She laughs. “No, Caren you are not. You are the exception.”
“But I am not the exception”, I tell her. “Some of the youngest people I know are
More set in their ways than any of my friends, and we are all old.”
She rolls her eyes, disbelieving me.
“Do you have any suggestions for me?” Another adult asks me. “I am at the end of my rope.
You know what this kind of child is like.”
Yes, I do, because I know this child, well. He is sent to me daily.
“Sorry,” I reply. “ I have no suggestions at all unless you want to have lunch with him and get to know him.”
“I do not lunch with children,” she tells me.
If she had one measly lunch with this child so she could see him not as a part of an imaginary group she has labelled in her head, but as an individual who has unique identities and talents and interests and hobbies she would never need another suggestion to help her with this child again.
It saddens me that she misses this opportunity every day.
"Light the fires, we hunt a witch tonight,
under the light of a pale blue moon
We're the masters of all that is right
Join with the righteous as we sing our tune"
The woman a healer, with ancient spells
Living in the forest, amongst the trees
With herbs and crystals the future she tells
She is so disturbed, by all that she sees
Why are so many, now coming for her
It's not her intention to do them harm
Within her mind the images all blur
All of the forest is under her charm
"There in the distance we can see her house.
Wrapped amongst the branches of all those trees.
We will approach as quiet as a mouse,
then like lions we will do what we please!"
She steps out the door to address them all.
"Do not approach if you know what is best!"
The leader laughs as he makes his own call.
"We are here to put a stake through your chest."
With a wave of her hand, the trees all dance.
Gnarled roots start grabbing up from the ground.
All those evil men didn't have a chance.
The forest filled with a horrible sound!
Within the wood you can see their hands.
As well as faces contorted and dark.
They chose not to listen to her commands.
Eternally entombed within the tree bark.
Disclaimer: No witches, mortals or tree's were harmed during the
writing of this poem. In no way does this poem demonstrate a
belief in the occult but is merely for entertainment purposes.
It does however show that not all who believe they are righteous
Are truly righteous. Many things in history have been done in
the name of God by truly depraved and ungodly people. They
convinced many people to follow in their paths.
She whines because her food needs salt.
A 2-year-old-child dies of leukemia while she is glaring at the waiter.
He grouses because the neighbor’s garbage is out two hours ahead of time.
He calls 911 to report this infraction, not caring that another person had an emergency.
A young mother is murdered in her home because she could not get through.
An elderly woman is yelling at her neighbor, because she thinks the woman looked at her flowers.
She is so mad, she walks in front of a bus when she leaves, traumatizing twenty-three children and a bus driver.
A mommy’s boyfriend gets upset because a baby will not quit crying. He tries to pawn it off on a neighbor.
She knows he is violent, but she has done more than her share, so she ignores his pleas.
The baby ends up shaken to death.
A sixty-two-year-old man begins pounding on a door to complain about the neighbor’s loud rap music.
The neighbor comes to the door, laughs, and slams the door in his face.
The sixty-two-year-old goes home and gets his loaded gun.
It is everyone’s problem.
Yours
Mine.
Everyone’s.
Let us fix this!
Spoke by the blind Elder By the fire
Hear the tale of The Lord of the Night
Long ago when I was young
There was the time when The Lord of the Night
Tried to steal The Lord of the Day’s light
I did watch as he did
Sneaking up on him from behind
Closer and closer most carefully
Thinking He that he would catch
The Lord of the Day and cover and take He’s light away
Then will I The Lord of the Night
Will be greater than he and will rule the world
So I watched him steal up
Grab The Lord of the Day from behind
Cover him over and take his light
And I thought that he had won
Defeated the Lord and taken his light
But The Lord of the Day still fought
And threw him off and kept his light
And I did laugh as The Lord of the Night ran
And he heard me from in the sky
So thought he I will show that man
Who laughs at me in my lost
And in the night as I Sept
The Lord of the Night came to my bed
And took my sight with which I had saw
That would never see again
And never since seen the Lord of the Day again
So dear children said he
You must never look on him
The Lord of the Night when he tries again
Or he will come and take your sight too
ha-ha, my brother,
joined
the club,
with a tilted back,
and wheelies
popped,
from a
mo-bile chair.*
ha-ha’s
looking for-
the morning news,
his glasses,
a snooze…
a giant donut
to eat,
to sit upon-
so sweet.
ha-ha rides
his giant lab
to
the toilet seat.
ha-ha
laughs last
at
me-
his sister joined
this club
initially.
he laughs!
he laughs!
hee hee…
ho ho…
think i’ll poke
him in the eye…
where…are my…glasses?
the joke
died
before
I found
my
sight.
truth is
ha-ha’s
fit
as a fiddle
fabulous
on
a winning
streak
truth is
i love this old
knucklehead,
laughing hyena,
my nemesis,
my protégé.
ha-ha’s a riot-
i’m clutching
my gut.
it’s his birthday
…ha-ha
tag…
you’re sixty!
Happy Birthday, Bro!
9/16/2021
*He is not in a wheelchair nor bent over, just said in jest. Forgive me, if you, yourself have any of these conditions. Love you all <3