I don't take me seriously. If we get some giggles, I don't mind.
quote by Paul McCartney
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Giggles, Laughter and Stabbing Stares
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
It would kill them to be nice,
It would hurt them to be kind,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
The notes are being passed around,
They don’t see, no one cares,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
Tearing at all I’ve built up,
But it won’t work anymore,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
What they don’t know is,
I just don’t care,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
Every one is doing it,
But I just sit and laugh,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
It’s so funny they think I care,
They are stupid to think I do,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
I laugh and laugh
Because they don’t see that no one cares,
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares…
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares…
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares…
poem by Bloodlover16 Loveblood
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Kochilogy
My daughter
Asks me:
What are
Your favourite
Subjects,
Mummy?
I tell her:
English
History
Biology
Philosop hy
Psychology
And
Kochilogy
She laughs
And giggles
At Kochilogy
And wonders
What may it be
I tell her:
It's all about her!
I love studying
Every aspect
Of her:
How she
Walks, talks,
Smiles :)
Giggles,
Laughs,
Cries, and
Everything
About her
That holds me
By surprise!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Free Verse
Simply the mind can not be idle
And it kicks the heart bullying
The heart cries, the mind giggles
And the mind starts singing
In all tones in all colours of lexicon
Stunned heart mutes its cry
And the mind and the heart both sing
Freely freely free verses
poem by Indira Renganathan
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What Are We Really Living For?
What are we really living for?
If we don't seek love.
What are we living for?
If inside we can't be happy.
We're living for,
The pursuit of it...
And some people think,
It is a ship coming in.
And all they have to do is sit and giggle and grin.
What are we really living for?
Does it get to show.
What are we really living for?
Who on Earth knows.
What are we really living for?
Is it for upheavel.
What are we really living for?
Or a treated evil.
What are we really living for?
Deceit and disbelief.
What are we really living for?
Or for other people.
What are we really living for?
To meet and greet.
What are we really living for?
Does it get to show.
What are we really living for?
Who on Earth knows.
What are we really living for?
Is it for upheavel.
What are we really living for?
Or a treated evil.
What are we really living for?
Or, are we too blind...
What are we really living for?
To see we're here...
And are together on the right scene.
We just don't want to know what it means...
To Let go, Let God, and let happiness,
Be released!
What are we really living for?
If we don't seek love.
What are we really living for?
If inside,
We can't-be-happy.
Are we really living for,
The pursuit of it...
And some people think,
It is a ship coming in.
And all they have to do is sit and giggle and grin.
What are we really living for?
Not for snicks and giggles.
What are we really living for?
Not for snicks and giggles.
What are we really living for?
Not for snicks and giggles.
What are we really living for?
Not for snicks and giggles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Metaphor Of Shared Joy
two little girls
sharing a red lollipop
as the little girl with a
kinky hair
licks the top
the other girl with
two dimples
giggles
inside my mind
i laugh thinking dirty
(grrr)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Children by Meena Mustafa
Cherish the little moments so tender and sweet
Of children who grow up so quickly indeed
Who teach you things that blow your mind
Giggles of joy...where will you find?
Undying love, Unshakeable faith
Big little hugs of the tightest embrace
The way they look you in the eye,
The way they hold you when they cry.
Their love so precious one of a kind
In children you can only find.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Pretty Pink Lace
Pretty pink lace
Hemmed upon her skirt
Sweet smiles
Natures warm embrace
Piggy tails and pink bows
Butterflies that she'll chase
Chubby cheeks and giggles
Wonder who wins the race
My precious child
With
Pretty pink lace
poem by Daughter Of A Cracked Mind
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Wind tickled clouds
Giggles heard from sky
My skin soaked!
haiku by Indira Babbellapati
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Beauty Unknown
Seducing undertones, her voice lights new life into my world.
Her form lay as a mystery to the imagination, she teases
You with a coyful play on words, the irony of the situation as
Always goes unheard. Drawing out her sentences with playful giggles
She’s punishing you with innuendo. It played upon my mind for hours,
The voice of a ghost, the ghost of a girl, a girl that will never be ours.
What beauty unknown lay attached to those angel toned words I may never know,
poem by David Lacey
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I remember nearly having a fit of the giggles during the reading because dear Daniel was SO respectful and serious and I was finding the whole situation funny because I was speaking to his profile.
quote by Madeleine Stowe
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Cliché Attack (for Jan man!)
Like...wow!
She was the cat’s meow!
And upon
divesting herself
of her
night attire
She was most definitely
the cat’s pyjamas!
“Oh! Your beard!
...tickles! ”
She giggles.
She was the cat’s whiskers.
Me?
I thought she was
the bee’s
knees.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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53
My sister saw the black cat inside my monitor
Black fur and sharp eyes
Piercing like sharp claws
Whiskers like catfish
In the mud,
It was staring at her
And felt its anger,
Of course, she did not like it,
She complains
Why of all screensavers
Anthurium (oh she loves Anthurium
Red and white anthuriums)
Or four horses, white grazing horses, brown galloping horses
For some screensavers’ lucky charm,
Why the black cat
As screensaver?
It was just the head of the black cat,
Nothing else
Nothing more, popping up in the screen,
A black cat as wallpaper
(Like one that unzips automatically
The zipless type) ,
And I am afraid she may not like
The sudden popping up,
She fears it may jump in front of her
And scratch her and totally scare her off
Her years of
Prudence,
And easy submission,
And her tradition,
Her sense of
Propriety
And piety
It is indeed a delicate
Issue
She had not seen, to my mind,
Anything yet,
The way I scratch my head
And turn it sidewise
Once or twice to say no
Ordinarily
And inside myself, I was laughing,
She is scared
And funny
Skinny sister
Emaciated by too much
Keeping
& unforgiving
I was not scared because
Anyway
She cannot understand
Me
My trauma at 2
My love at 15
My longings for all those years
Carefree days in the river bathing naked
With some brusque
Friends and their passion for
Carabaos
& then there were
Some sad stories about the cats in the alleys
Black and white
Those that I really love and caress &
Died and
Those I cannot really mourn
& love
In the open
What will our neighbors say?
It is always the favorite question of my sister
They would think that I am crazy
I am cheap
I am an embarrassment
I am a burden
And deserve nothing
The whole family will be hurt
& suffer incessantly
Unnecessarily
As a matter of compromise
The cat, the black cat as screensaver
Shall be changed tonight,
But frankly, I love its
Sharp black eyes
Warm long black furs
I would still touch them
In a dream
Slide its furs in my armpits
And I would giggle, giggle, giggle, and giggle
Alone
Away
The whole night giggles, giggles, giggles and giggles
Deep and
Dark
It is the being of giggling, the giggling,
Yes
My dear sister
It is the giggling
That counts in my being
The whole being
And I am telling no one
And I can’t tell anyone
Who is really interested about
Dead black, foul cats, with black furs
For jinx?
Anyway, I’ll save
In the ‘shared pictures”
The
Black cat, and in nocturnal
Dreams I’ll have scratches
All over my body
Of this black cat
My decision to be unwise for once
Is now
I am laughing inside myself
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!)
I face her,
My skinny sister
Un-giving
She faces the black cat
Sharp eyes facing her,
She sees the head of the black cat
And she can even touch
My face because of that
Certain closeness,
But she will never, never,
Never know
The real name of that black cat
And the new name I call myself
(Me, a name I call myself
Fa a long long way to run)
Because, oh well, she never asked,
In the first place
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My sister saw the black cat inside my monitor
Black fur and sharp eyes
Piercing like sharp claws
Whiskers like catfish
In the mud,
It was staring at her
And felt its anger,
Of course, she did not like it,
She complains
Why of all screensavers
Anthurium (oh she loves Anthurium
Red and white anthuriums)
Or four horses, white grazing horses, brown galloping horses
For some screensavers’ lucky charm,
Why the black cat
As screensaver?
It was just the head of the black cat,
Nothing else
Nothing more, popping up in the screen,
A black cat as wallpaper
(Like one that unzips automatically
The zipless type) ,
And I am afraid she may not like
The sudden popping up,
She fears it may jump in front of her
And scratch her and totally scare her off
Her years of
Prudence,
And easy submission,
And her tradition,
Her sense of
Propriety
And piety
It is indeed a delicate
Issue
She had not seen, to my mind,
Anything yet,
The way I scratch my head
And turn it sidewise
Once or twice to say no
Ordinarily
And inside myself, I was laughing,
She is scared
And funny
Skinny sister
Emaciated by too much
Keeping
& unforgiving
I was not scared because
Anyway
She cannot understand
Me
My trauma at 2
My love at 15
My longings for all those years
Carefree days in the river bathing naked
With some brusque
Friends and their passion for
Carabaos
& then there were
Some sad stories about the cats in the alleys
Black and white
Those that I really love and caress &
Died and
Those I cannot really mourn
& love
In the open
What will our neighbors say?
It is always the favorite question of my sister
They would think that I am crazy
I am cheap
I am an embarrassment
I am a burden
And deserve nothing
The whole family will be hurt
& suffer incessantly
Unnecessarily
As a matter of compromise
The cat, the black cat as screensaver
Shall be changed tonight,
But frankly, I love its
Sharp black eyes
Warm long black furs
I would still touch them
In a dream
Slide its furs in my armpits
And I would giggle, giggle, giggle, and giggle
Alone
Away
The whole night giggles, giggles, giggles and giggles
Deep and
Dark
It is the being of giggling, the giggling,
Yes
My dear sister
It is the giggling
That counts in my being
The whole being
And I am telling no one
And I can’t tell anyone
Who is really interested about
Dead black, foul cats, with black furs
For jinx?
Anyway, I’ll save
In the ‘shared pictures”
The
Black cat, and in nocturnal
Dreams I’ll have scratches
All over my body
Of this black cat
My decision to be unwise for once
Is now
I am laughing inside myself
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!)
I face her,
My skinny sister
Un-giving
She faces the black cat
Sharp eyes facing her,
She sees the head of the black cat
And she can even touch
My face because of that
Certain closeness,
But she will never, never,
Never know
The real name of that black cat
And the new name I call myself
(Me, a name I call myself
Fa a long long way to run)
Because, oh well, she never asked,
In the first place
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Screensaver
My sister saw the black cat inside my monitor
Black fur and sharp eyes
Piercing like sharp claws
Whiskers like catfish
In the mud,
It was staring at her
And felt its anger,
Of course, she did not like it,
She complains
Why of all screensavers
Anthurium (oh she loves Anthurium
Red and white anthuriums)
Or four horses, white grazing horses, brown galloping horses
For some screensavers’ lucky charm,
Why the black cat
As screensaver?
It was just the head of the black cat,
Nothing else
Nothing more, popping up in the screen,
A black cat as wallpaper
(Like one that unzips automatically
The zipless type) ,
And I am afraid she may not like
The sudden popping up,
She fears it may jump in front of her
And scratch her and totally scare her off
Her years of
Prudence,
And easy submission,
And her tradition,
Her sense of
Propriety
And piety
It is indeed a delicate
Issue
She had not seen, to my mind,
Anything yet,
The way I scratch my head
And turn it sidewise
Once or twice to say no
Ordinarily
And inside myself, I was laughing,
She is scared
And funny
Skinny sister
Emaciated by too much
Keeping
& unforgiving
I was not scared because
Anyway
She cannot understand
Me
My trauma at 2
My love at 15
My longings for all those years
Carefree days in the river bathing naked
With some brusque
Friends and their passion for
Carabaos
& then there were
Some sad stories about the cats in the alleys
Black and white
Those that I really love and caress &
Died and
Those I cannot really mourn
& love
In the open
What will our neighbors say?
It is always the favorite question of my sister
They would think that I am crazy
I am cheap
I am an embarrassment
I am a burden
And deserve nothing
The whole family will be hurt
& suffer incessantly
Unnecessarily
As a matter of compromise
The cat, the black cat as screensaver
Shall be changed tonight,
But frankly, I love its
Sharp black eyes
Warm long black furs
I would still touch them
In a dream
Slide its furs in my armpits
And I would giggle, giggle, giggle, and giggle
Alone
Away
The whole night giggles, giggles, giggles and giggles
Deep and
Dark
It is the being of giggling, the giggling,
Yes
My dear sister
It is the giggling
That counts in my being
The whole being
And I am telling no one
And I can’t tell anyone
Who is really interested about
Dead black, foul cats, with black furs
For jinx?
Anyway, I’ll save
In the ‘shared pictures”
The
Black cat, and in nocturnal
Dreams I’ll have scratches
All over my body
Of this black cat
My decision to be unwise for once
Is now
I am laughing inside myself
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!)
I face her,
My skinny sister
Un-giving
She faces the black cat
Sharp eyes facing her,
She sees the head of the black cat
And she can even touch
My face because of that
Certain closeness,
But she will never, never,
Never know
The real name of that black cat
And the new name I call myself
(Me, a name I call myself
Fa a long long way to run)
Because, oh well, she never asked,
In the first place
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunset, Golden Rays
Up the hill, we see the sun go down
Its rays like golden sacred spears
Illuminate the waters below,
My love gasps, points to West, and giggles.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Giggle
She giggles
But nobody knows.
[She's quiet
And laughs quietly.]
Thank God!
She found a partner it seems
Along the journey
But he never sees the God
Since his cradle lonely.
Let them walk freely
As they harmonized hardly.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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That Happy Feeling
Today I just had
That Happy Feeling
That glowing, bubbling
Happy Feeling
I don’t really know why
Or how
Or where it came from
I just knew it was there
Bursting forth
In the form of endless
Smiles and erupting
Giggles
Laughing at the littlest things
Untamable shaking leg
And that smile super-glued to my face
It might be because
I got a few tests back today
With A’s splattered on the front in vibrant red ink
Or it might be that funny little sixth sense
Of mine when I know something is gonna
Happen
I really don’t know
My friends kinda stare at me
Wondering, “What’s up with her? ”
But I just laughed myself
Silly
When I dropped my pencil
Or said a word wrong
Even when on particular friend
Said I was being really annoying
That almost
Almost
Ruined That Happy Feeling
My smile fell a bit
I kinda stopped jumping
But then
I tripped and fell
On that slippery grass
And burst out
In an avalanche of
Unstoppable giggles
And That Happy Feeling
Was pulled out of the
Drowning waters
And was brought back
To life by my clumsiness
And she just rolled her eyes
And mumbled something I just
Really didn’t care about
As I laughed my damn head off
I don’t know why
But today I just had
That Happy Feeling
poem by Shannon Hughes
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I will not play tug o' war. I'd rather play hug o' war. Where everyone hugs instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, and everyone grins, and everyone cuddles, and everyone wins.
quote by Shel Silverstein
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Hug O'War
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Insensitive
as one
cries before God
as one screams
for help
for the horror of
his personal situation
the other merely laughs
and giggles
over these realities
dismissing them
as pure
melodrama
i look at him
and he is getting older
damned
cursed
and shall enter
into an eternal assurance of
his own
hell
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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