A good sense of humour blunts the sharp blades
Lifting a heavy heart, making our burden fades
Permanent or temporary, it’s facial muscles' relaxant aid
Bringing joy and laughter, keep it as a precious jade!
Humour is anti-stress, a powerful medicine in life
A priceless cream to cure our cuts from trial’s knife
When some difficult circumstances come rife
Exchange humour with someone to cope, forget any strife.
Humour only interferes… alleviating boredoms
Strengthens neurons, gives us brilliance and wisdom
As facial muscles stretch from smiles, we can overcome
Some problems pass while sense of humour is our chum.
When our sense of humor weakens or runs-out
Ask AI’s help, watch reels, takes things light, don’t pout
Our own facial expressions can even make some humors sprout
To keep the world laughing, always be ready like a scout!
Categories:
relaxant, drug,
Form: Rhyme
Please shoot up this relaxant, Wilbur politely said.
It immobilized her until she was quickly dead.
He should have reported it, but covered it up instead.
A little less honest, is the date rape bandit Ned.
He sneaks the drug into her drink, and takes her to bed.
I wish they would both get convicted, but they get away instead.
Tell your daughters if they want to be hydrated or fed,
Eat at home, and watch their drink because of this dread.
There are a few horrible bad guys out there like Wilbur and Ned.
Categories:
relaxant, abuse, america,
Form: Free verse
A small speck of pureness
drips upon my smouldering heat
a white towel drops
and euphoric moans erupt
I'm a steamy mess
encircling every inch
of your elegance
release upon me
as I delve into
your delicate pores
close your eyes and breathe me in
I'm your refreshing relaxant
expelling stress
I caress and address
your pressing needs
one more sip
and I'll hold you in my path
discovered in stones
where worries disrobe
Categories:
relaxant, desire, stress,
Form: Personification
Beers, wines and spirits
Produce some relaxant effects.
Addiction to alcohol
Puts you into a pothole.
You drink alcohol as a daily habit.
You sip it like a natural water.
Just in a bit,
Your life is in danger.
You think it's fun and you're hot.
But you are not!
Intoxication and dehydration
Are some mild effects.
You live in fear and escape problems.
You think alcohol is the answer.
Cirrhosis, brain damage and cancer
Are the irreversible effects.
If you want to live longer,
Be smarter than your doctor.
Vodka, gin, tequila, whisky, brandy...
Put them all away!
Categories:
relaxant, education
Form: Rhyme
Because for one thing, he's from Brooklyn Heights,
and glares at strangers. A French guy (Parisian,
of course) once remarked to me, "You Americans
are nice to strangers--we are nice to people we know."
Well, Giamatti subscribes to that, and if anyone
claims soulful, however pragmatic, it's the French.
And, for another thing, he (Mr. G) appears chronically
stressed out. Sometimes not even Ma-ra-na-tha or
that old chestnut OM chanted while deep-breathing helps;
(though, clearly, no breath at all is a sure relaxant).
My man Giamatti is making a movie about souls.
He sees the souls of certain celebs as a chickpea,
an ear of roasted corn, a set of nice whitewall tires,
a doorknob, a crazy box of crabs, and best one
of all, a blood orange left on a window sill, dried out
and leathery. So, Mr. G, (Palpitation
of my Heart), What does the soul of a poet
look like? I imagine it as the invisible edge of
the iced-over pond we skate on.
Thank you, THE NEW YORKER
Categories:
relaxant, visionarynice, nice,
Form: Free verse
soothing music, the supreme,
softest relaxant,
gracefully weaves a silken,
aural tapestry;
bathes and buoys my woe asea
in rhythmic wonders;
tames and teases my rage with
melodious splendors;
hypnotizes me into
temporary bliss
that, no matter how fleeting,
somehow compensates
for those I treasured that I may have
forever lost,
for which I'll give up all that I have
to pay the cost !
Categories:
relaxant, happiness, music, peace,
Form: Tail-rhyme