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I have a sweet friend,
I cannot see
Who has become so dear to me,
We have similar points of view
Share a sense of humour, too,
I admire her for her wit and charm,
honest opinions
Without causing harm
To those who disagree
She is compassionate and wise,
Kindness flows from her clear eyes.
She likes to call a spade a spade,
That is why our friendship stayed
And will until,
Time stands still.
Time is catching up with me,
I am much older than she.
If I seem to be going off the track
It is just a matter of fact
Age is just a number,
Not an issue,
My friend and I
Have never met
She is invisible to me
It would be lovely to meet
And chat endlessly over a cup of tea
Sadly, this cannot happen
As we live miles apart
I do not need to see Deb M's face
As I can see it in her Heart.
Keep on writing your excellent poetry, Deb. X
the long day and Hitler
It is Christmas Eve the TV has nothing to offer but sentimental
crap, where the rich rescue a Christmas for the poor and everyone
in the park and sing while bells chime; no one has bored anyone
by pointing out that it is Jesus’s birthday today.
Flicking through the computer’s many sites, I came across Hitler’s
drawing of Father Christmas, a haunted face casting a side glance
not sure, if someone is making fun of him, the eyes also tell us of doubt
over his profession as a clown.
Hitler didn’t travel much, once he stayed in Liverpool for two years
worked as a waiter serving bangers and mash to the local population
the famous sense of humour from that place didn’t rub off on him.
He left, and there was a rumour of him and a pregnant scullery maid.
The next time he journeyed abroad, he went to Paris to see the usual
tourist sites, he didn’t enjoy Paris much took the first train home back
to his mountain retreat, where he played with his dog, went for long walks
and lived in peace until the bombing began.
Started writing poetry then joined Poetry Soup
When submitting a poem I’m really cock a hoop
Have a cyber brother I did meet on line
Think he's quite amazing his poetry's divine
He said one day we were separated at birth
His comment amused me and filled me with mirth
Soon was confirmed we certainly were twins
Both write silly poetry and both have hairy chins
My cyber sister Jan started my big old heart a-ticking
Since entering my life it's sure been a-clicking
Wake up each morning can't wait for sister Jan
Even check my inbox before going to the can
She never disappoints though we're an ocean apart
Start's my motor racing, got a hold of my heart
Haven't figured out why I deserve such a friend
Separated at birth we'll be friends to the end
Noticed on some comments people call him ‘Kenny’
He’d love to sing with Dolly – I guess he’s one of many
Jack and Dolly’s greatest hits I see it in my mind
But Cathie said no, I guess she’s being real kind
From Jack’s picture, think he’s more like a Santa
We get on great as bro and sis with much silly banter
I’m so very fortunate to find my cyber brother
If I had to choose one I couldn’t wish for another
It's a well known fact, Brits lack a sense of humour
Sister Jan sure puts a kibosh on that silly rumour
She makes me cackle and wet my pantaloons
Sometimes I snort like a silly old buffoon
At my ripe old age of fifty-eight plus twenty
Things don't work well, I have heartburn a plenty
But the heartburn I have is caused by my love
For dear sister Jan's given my heart a big shove
Collaboration between J Allison and J Ellison
© Jack Ellison 2014
If you find yourself classed as being old,
You may have in moments more lucid,
Looked at your situation from a rational point of view,
And taken the time to write down your thoughts,
In the for and against column,
Regarding how you feel about being classed as old,
And the benefits, or lack thereof, you see in the situation.
I tried that once but all it gave me was a headache,
So, I don't recommend you try,
Unless you have a warped sense of humour,
That allows you to laugh at life's little ironies,
For instance, why is it that, at the time of life,
When we have seemingly got the bigger picture in Focus,
And think we have developed a plausible theory,
On what life is all about,
We find our horizon shrinking,
Faster than melting Ice Caps,
Or retreating jungles.
See people think that money
determines what we’re worth
I just find it funny
I’ve never had that thirst
Your status and your stature
places you above the worst
but I don’t think it factors
a job does not come first
It doesn’t make you interesting,
attractive or desired
it doesn’t change your social scene
just means you are inspired
But if you are content
climbing up the ladder
Unsatisfied unless
pockets are getting fatter
Buying superficial items,
temporarily desired
friends, really users,
dictating who gets fired
The more you have to offer,
the more you meet a liar
these people will not bother
the day after you’ve retired
If you have what people need,
you have a sense that you succeed
You’ll never find that I agree,
they act false, it’s done for need
I think I’d be happier
living without a thing
Surrounded by caring people
who are interesting
Value in a sense of humour
and a girl I think is hot
the value of a social scene
beats money or a job
you may think you’re better
buying things that I cannot
I don’t have an emptiness
or need to fill the slot
you value employment stature,
you haven’t got a lot
overcompensating for a longing
One you have not got
life without an actual life
is life without a plot
who needs superficial aims
for treatment that will rot
Wholesome humour
reverberates freedom mirth
shared in the family of joy-filled home
making us have a taste of heaven on earth...
Daddy’s jokes champion laughter
easing gloom of loss for triumph-birth
sometimes his riddles keep us chuckling
as his cheerful life enigmas we try to unearth...
Mama’s sense of humour is undeniably funny
letting us praise her midst warmth of fellowship hearth
oh, how I miss those exuberant times
along my reflection of gladness-values' worth.
As we rejoice in the Lord* always
good sense of humour is never a dearth
since it "blunts the sharp blades of reality"
while making us thankful to God for our divine jubilant perth.
June 28, 2025
*Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
2nd place, "A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on /30/2025
I am thankful for the surgeon who saved my husband’s life
Without his intervention I could have been a grieving wife
I admit that I detested reading poetry in my younger days
Shakespeare’s works bored me; I still can’t give them praise!
I am thankful that I began writing at a time of awful stress
My husband was in surgery, my fears I could not suppress
I started to enjoy poetry, and I have embraced this change
The fact I adore writing poems, I still find pretty strange!
I am thankful for the pal who urged me to join Poetry Soup
She loved my sense of humour, and my many poems on poop
I’m blessed with many ‘souper’ pals, and want folk to know it
This self confessed poetry hater is now a twice published poet!
I once dated a pilot …
We both had our head in the clouds
Our relationship lead to a lot of turbulence -
I guess it never really got off the ground!
I once dated a glazier…
He thought I would be putty in his hands
But I could see right through him…
He was constantly smashed
I once dated an undertaker…
He knew he had stiff competition
I couldn’t cope - he was always ‘coffin’ when he picked me up in his hearse
He had no sense of humour in fact he was dead boring
I once dated an angler
The thought he was a real catch…
But the scales soon fell from my eyes
As he was obsessed with his flies
I once dated a footballer
He thought he could score with me
Told me he had great tackle…
But it was just a load of balls
I once dated a fishmonger…
He thought he was cod’s gift to women
He invited me back to his plaice…
Where I found out he was really a cold fish
Submitted to 101 poems in a row
Sponsored by PD Linda:-)
15th April 2016
And there I was
With the future on my palm
Success on my lips
In such a way that I could taste it
Achievements on my wall
My mom was proudest
Then it came
Hit my immune system
And swept away my sensitivity
Murdered my manners
And killed my sense of humour
Respect became a fairytale
As it flowed from the bottle to my tongue
I couldn't feel a thing
In such a way that Vodka became the sweetest
Liquid on my taste buds
I couldn't stop talking
It was my thing
You know that guy who's always surrounded
Because what came out of his mouth
Made people taste success
But it was different
I had a lot in mind
I couldn't stop
Until it got out of hand
I could barely walk
They tried to assist, but I was stubborn
And didn't want to listen to anyone
I was drunk
They dragged me into my room
And locked me inside
Because they couldn't handle my noise
Only if they new, that all I needed was love
To be loved and appreciated by my surroundings
I couldn't handle the pressure of my thoughts
I took a marker and wrote on the wall
"I'm messed up, I needed love but all
I got was betrayals and back stabbing friends"0
Then hung myself
University was intimidating at sixteen,
But I decided to take the plunge, and join anyway,
A passionate bookworm me, fond of reading and writing
Prepared to leap in an ocean of knowledge!
First few days were exciting, joyful, but unsettling,
Until I found the irresistible presence of an amazing teacher,
Who with his sense of humour and booming voice
Won hearts of many, in an instant, no wonder mine!
He taught us literature - Charles Lamb and Eliot,
He taught us Virginia Woolfe, the mysterious woman writer,
He introduced us to her unique writing style - stream of consciousness…
I was captivated and got immersed in the world of creativity!
Literature, both prose and poetry alike, was my passion,
Hours and hours passed I stayed completely hypnotized
Listening him recite, the most compelling lines,
As if those powerful lines belonged to him - he was the owner !
A tragedy struck in my third year, when
The professor was going on a leave, and mentioned surgery,
But the next day we were informed he was no more,
This incredible personality had left this earth for a heavenly abode!
That was the first time I encountered death very closely,
And was shattered...losing him was heartbreaking, an irreplaceable void,
I felt his absence for a very long time, even now I do,
He left a lasting impression on the way I find solace in literature!