Shredded wheat envelops the earth
Illuminating the sky and bringing forth mirth—
An eager mother awaiting birth
Wishing to hold your hand
Like the babe, you hold it out
for her to caress you
The snow breathes in bright
and exhales blue onto everything she might
touch with her gentle light
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
When the sad worldly din,
starts to close in-
I notice a dearth of humor,
the lightness of laughter
I seek after,
from the ministry of mirth.
Last Thursday my daughter told me
that week's food bill was $303,
we are a household of five,
we do our best to get by,
instead of a sigh and exasperated moan,
I busted out laughing once off the phone,
whilst watching the backyard squirrel's
acrobatics,
as they ate upside down from the
bird feeders, fantastic!
Global events and the home front too,
could make many of us full of rue.
Try to take some time,
in a jollity hour sublime.
Giggle with family, friends,
not everything has a morose end.
Sometimes our hearts are heavy
on this earth,
and we need more from the ministry of mirth. ~
C-ontemplating
H-eart's
E-choed
R-hythm
R-ecollects
Y-our
E-xperiences
S-o
T-he
R-eminiscence
E-difies
L-onely
L-ife
A-new
©bfa051425
Monocrostic (Birthday of Cherry L. Estrella)
bubbling with mirth, blooms of hope* burst midst vibrant births
*Romans 15:13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.
May 10, 2025
1st place, "Spring Monoku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 5/25/2025
“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come”
From The Merchant of Venice by Shakespeare
I enjoy the mirth
I like the laughter
I can do without the old wrinkles!
Welcome to the house of mirth,
humble dwelling of my birth.
All things here are for your leisure,
it is but a simple pleasure.
Step across the welcome mat,
wipe your shoes and hang your hat.
Oh my word you're looking thinner,
take a seat and have some dinner.
Wine will help quench your desire,
smoke your pipe beside the fire.
Now that you've been wined and fed,
here's a place to lay your head.
Then on the new dawn when you rise,
and the morning sun squints your eyes.
A quick repast to start your day,
grab hat and shoes and on your way.
Unpredictable and volatile--
morose and quiet one moment,
laughing heartily just after a while
at whatever excited his mirth,
his high thin loud laugh strange
from a person with a grave mien.
He would often be in deep thought,
as if engaged in contemplation
of a philosophical question.
You’d think he is not given to humor,
but know him well and you’ll divine
he is not averse to jests even at his expense.
You would view it with some misgiving
he delights in fairy tales, children’s books, toys,
movies with superheroes or fantasy themes,
colors, flowers, and childish games.
But perhaps you would forgive him
for through circumstances not of his doing
childhood had somehow skipped him.
November 15, 2024
The Sun sows seeds of mirth
Now sprouting in a sea of dearth
The seeds will follow reason
From the fallow into life
Your season on this Earth.
The way my life weaves
The swaying of trees
My roots in the Earth will stay
A tree which grows towards the sun
Never would the journey done
Waves crashing on stone
Weave silence and tone
Seafoam sings prismatic spray
The last wave to reach the shore
Fell too fast to teach love’s Lore
When others find
their laughter
in shared moments,
my smile
sprouts
in solitude.
My spirit
only knows
to chuckle,
to ponder,
to find mirth
in quiet corners.
Written: June 02, 2024 For Tania Kitchin Contest
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm
At ease
fortunate
frolicking balls
no need to be scared
drive the life thoroughfare
with each fact stacking in grace
surely, don't run insane or wound
rivet mirth and carry the waves peak
dear friends who just invigorate my life.
mountains tumble
across the horizon
twisting the last splinters
of warmth
through heavy hanging
gray soup
listless lifeless
endless sigh
dogs roll over
mown grass
clinking ice
gentle laughter
fluttering chimes
cool breeze
sweet pungent earth
enlivens lungs
ocean cracks
spills sheets
steams stainless barbeque
sizzles fire pit
douses tiki torches
lettuce, tomatoes, chips
condiments
march back inside
under the eaves
gulping rare air
until it freezes
behind the window
white pellets pelt
big red umbrella
guarding the feast
burgers melting cheese
buns toasting
in formation
lining the grate
storm sweeps over
collective gasp
tables towel off
wet dogs play
music marries
dinner mirth
dancing flames
lick black velvet
Friday swells
into sleep-in Saturday
while weaver weaves
another day
Oh muse of mirth,
in your spirit,
I'll raise my goblet
to satyrs students,
weaving music
to honour Bacchus,
so we can rejoice
in the virgin dawn
of the new sun.
Youth is not my friend,
so grant me one wish -
for chalice of time
to bless me with joy,
days of cheer,
nights of divine
moonlight melodies.
This heart's theatre
yearns to perform on
serenity's stage
with sincere comrades,
composing songs where
each symphonic stroke
creates memories
as sweet as wine,
where verses echo
like Apollo's art.
No matter what
tomorrow brings
I'll keep smiling
till the party ends.
Let’s celebrate with mirth
thanking the Lord for His love along worship glee
praises’ worth.
New year is blest
filled by God’s grace and peace so free
with zest.
Delight
hearts midst joy’s spree
bright!
Let’s celebrate with mirth
filled by God’s grace and peace so free
bright!
“Caress the broken heart with threads of muted sound”,
Let it rejoice for the tranquil it has found,
Take the wheels of its night sojourn,
Bring it to the daylight region.
Sing to the broken heart a symphony of hope,
Lift it from the downward slope,
Massage its wounds with a healing balm,
Still the tempest and bring it to calm.
Bind the broken heart with cords of joy,
None of these will any time cloy,
Let it rise from the gloom,
And come to a bloom room.
Broken hearts don't see the light,
It’s hedged from their sight,
They yearn for a soothing embrace,
From hearts pervaded with mirth and grace.
August 9, 2023.
No. 2
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