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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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…
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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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Mother; it was all a white lie
How do I look? ’ says mother just before she goes out
I reply ‘wow amazing’ mother smiles
But if only she knew it was a white lie
I would hurt her deep inside
Mother says ‘which dress looks better’
I chose red, although I didn’t like neither
Mother reply’s ‘I’m glad you like it ‘, I reply ‘like it? I love it! ’ Yes I lied I genuinely disliked it!
Mother giggles but what she doesn’t realise it’s apart of my game just not as obvious as a riddle.
Mother is on a diet and works so hard to stick to it
Mother asks me ‘have I reduced weight a little bit? ’
I reply ‘a little bit? ’ you’ve lost so much that you’re starting to look like a stick!
Mother giggles and cuddles me; see this is why I lie because I make her feel so valuable and happy!
When mother was pregnant she looked big as ever! Mother asks’ ‘do I look big? ’ I reply look big? Never! Yes I lied to make her feel better!
I wanted her to feel cool about herself just like the breeze in the Lebanese weather
Although she was awfully big, I made her feel light as a feather!
Father is home late; mother is worried, she asks me if I think he’s ok
I reply ‘of course he is’ she smiles and gives me a kiss
Although I was also afraid and wanted to ask mother the same
I kept her calm by putting on a brave face
Mother says ‘I have a surprise for you in the boot’
I opened it and bless mother; she had bought me new shoes,
Mother says ‘like the shoes? ’ I reply ‘of course I do’ but if only she knew,
I would hurt her in the count of two!
poem by Anna Fawaz
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The Best of the Best
Smiles and laughs
Grief and tears
Sticking together through the years
Sad movies
Late night snacks
The laughs we can’t stop
Shopping till we drop
Long talks
The guys we stalk
Tough breakups
Happy make ups
Fights that never last
Our attitude and sass
Sleepovers
And four leaf clovers
Sports
And short shorts
Smiles and laughs
Grief and tears
Sticking together through the years
poem by Maria Mullin
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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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A New Beginning
You guys are like
Brothers and sisters
To me
I'm finally moving on
But I'm leaving you behind
It makes me sad
We have had both
Good and bad times
We had funny times too
The laughs and giggles
And pranks
All were great times
We have gone through
So much together
This isn't goodbye
This is a new
Beginning
A new start
I'm going to miss you
I love you guys
poem by Autumn Winds
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Another World
I spent most of my days
At home…
And was most content sitting
In my room alone
I rarely go out
For I don’t know where to go
I pulled away from the friends
I had always known
I began falling in
With another world
A world with a crowd
That I have never seen
A crowd…
That I’ve never touched
Nor even poked
But touches my life
And my whole being
Though we’ve never talked
I can hear their voices
Their cries, their laughs
Their giggles and noises
Though sometimes I feel sad
With their sorrows and pains
Still I keep moving
I surf… I read
And visit another page
I have no idea
When this journey will end
What I only found
I’m no longer alone
And part of me knows
I always will be
A member, a resident
Of this unseen world
poem by Rose de Ramar
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Her Laugh
Her laugh
was the smell
of newly washed linens;
fresh cut grass
child smiles
gypsy dances
the green spot at sunset
how Niagara Falls sounds
when you get close on the bus
crunchy snow
good molasses pouring
a special touch
from one you love
joy ringing in certain church songs
happy eyes from babies,
giggles too,
the sigh, that special sigh
after love-making
an unexpected compliment
that makes you glow
quiet nights
really really good chocolate
music in your bedroom late at night
A look from someone you want that look from.
But most of all
she laughs
like she
likes you
and she does.
Like that.
That is her laugh.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Beginning (Love Poem)
She watches him across the restaurant
She likes his smile and easy laugh
She know nothing ventured
She chooses sexy hello
She knows it works
She bumps him
She smiles
He laughs
He thinks “nice”
He wants to know
He knows a smile will work
He wonders if she will say yes
He likes the way she came on to him
He tries the pickup “do you come here often? ”
She thinks that will never work with her
She thinks he is just like everyman
She thought he was different
She asks him “no, do you? ”
She wants an excuse
She was mistaken
She says “Bye”
He looks sad
He asks her to sit
He says “even for me”
He looks deep into her eyes
He says “that was unnecessary”
He feels a hole deep inside him grow
He knows she is “the one”, he is afraid to lose.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Sitting By Your Self
THIS child needs your love,
this child sees himself in
mamas arms,
this child sings,
this child laughs,
this child cries, when your
sitting by your self.
THIS child sees your tears,
this child waits untill its
past.
this child sings,
this child laughs,
this child cries, when your
sitting by your self.
THIS child takes your hand,
this child leads you to a
chair.
this child sings,
this child laughs,
this child takes away your pain.
poem by David Gerardino
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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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The Extra Edge
She is chirpy
She is moody
At times silent
At times noisy
Sometimes
Laughs heartily
Sometimes
As silent as the
Mortuary
She giggles
She teases
Keeps me waiting
For endless minutes
As she has an
Extra edge
Over all the girls
I have ever met
she is out of the lot
Talking to her
Soothes me
Satisfies my
Mental appetite
That's why
I happily bear
All her tantrums
Impatiently
Wait to talk to her
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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She Talks About Love
Once in a lifetime....
Down at the end, the end of the line
There's a girl who waits for love
She is the one he's hoping for
But there's another one she's thinking of
She doesn't know his name, doesn't know his face
She'll recognize the feeling in any case
She'll be swept away by the flies inside
Make her beautiful, make her come alive
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, nobody cares
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, she believes in love
She falls and she falls but never laughs
In the arms of the one she wants
Fights for a dream she's never seen
In a world of rocks and stones
Ands she knows it's there, knows it does exist
A feeling oh so real, almost divine bliss
Takes her breath away, a gem beyond compare
Makes her weak in the knees, she knows that love is rare
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, nobody cares
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, she believes in love
The measure of time
Will prevent what's mine
She believes in once upon a time
Once in a lifetime
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, nobody cares
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, she believes in love
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, nobody cares
She talks about love, nobody listens
She talks about love, she believes in love
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A child's perspective....
There's an angel in the curtains
mummy, mummy come and see.
Daughter, daughter I can see her
she's as pretty as can be!
Why is she in the curtains?
Mummy, mummy tell me do.
She is your guardian angel
and she watches over you.
Will she come and play with me?
I've great games we could play.
No dear, you must find some friends
and they will play those games.
So if she's my guardian angel
who watches over her?
Daughter darling daughter
God watches over her.
And mummy, mummy tell me
who watches over God?
No one, darling daughter
but we can give God love.
Then mummy I will love him
by morning and by night.
I don't want him to be lonely
when he's in bed at night.
poem by Ruth Walters
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When A Mother Cries
When a mother cries,
Her tears stab at her daughter’s heart
As they plummet to the floor
When a mother cries
Her daughter cries too
She cries because she does not know what is wrong
She cries because she can’t get rid of her mother’s pain
She cries most of all because she loves her mother
When a daughter cries because her mother cries
Her mother cries more
She cries because her pain has hurt her daughter
She cries because she does not want to see her daughter cry because of her
She cries most of all,
Because she loves her daughter
Once the tears have ceased however,
What remains is love
The love forever shared between a mother and a daughter
poem by Portia Lane
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The Weirdo
As he happily walks down the street
Clapping his hands and shuffling his feet,
Smiling at the people as they walk by
While nodding is head and telling them hi.
Many people laugh and call him a name
So he turns around and walks away in shame,
He knows that he is different and his mind is slow
But why he asks himself, 'am I such a weirdo'.
He meets a pretty woman so he tries to flirt
She laughs at him and gives him more pain to hurt,
She tells him there is something wrong with him
And that he is odd and different than other men.
So he gives her a flower and he sadly walks home
As that is his only solitude when he is alone,
He wonders why she enjoy giving him pain and woe
Then he hates himself; for being such a weirdo.
He dreams nightly that he is like everyone else
But then when he awakes he knows he is himself,
He looks in his mirror and notices what he sees
A very good person that enjoys being happy.
He lives that life until the day that he dies
Never hurts or uses anyone or lived by lies,
God looks and judges that very mans soul
He then says to him, 'son you were never a weirdo'.
RANDY L. McCLAVE
poem by Randy McClave
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Laughs
A woman laughs more, laughs often.
She laughs more in front of men,
More so in front of whom she values
And a man enjoys her every laugh.
05.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Ready
'What are you doing? '
Taking off my kid gloves.
Flexing my muscles...
Prepared and ready,
To show what I'm made of!
'I thought you did that already?
At least I had that impression.'
Oh no!
If anything...
You caught me in rehearsals.
Practicing strategies.
I have only just begun...
To show what I can do,
And get what that is done!
I'm going to remove some giggles...
And a few remnants of laughs.
I have been much too lenient...
With those conveniently,
Disrespecting me and my tasks!
And far too long,
That has gone on!
I am going to make clear...
What I will unleash upon their eyes and ears!
And I've been here...
Ready.
Ready for them to become aware.
My presence will be felt,
And made quite clear!
Power up my engines...
Father!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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