Courting the End
A room filled with manic voices,
mingling stories of tragic choices,
lives entwined in the dance of fate,
love's sweet flower has turned to hate
for the one who was their life long mate.
Laughter rings in hollow echo's
not the tones of levity,
nervous laughter speaks of sadness,
for the final last decree.
Patience is a standing virtue,
until your number is soon called,
another form
another window,
the process starts,
the process stalls.
Lawyers mingle in our midst,
tending to the mindful endings.
Only seen to be defending,
legal needs they are attending,
in the wake of lovers rending,
on separate paths they will be sending
a new divorce will now be trending.
Say good bye to the courting ritual,
make a vow not to be habitual,
now that you are finally free
to be a happy individual.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Love, Laughter, And You
Three things that make my life complete
Are love, laughter, and you, my sweet
The laughter has lasted since day one
Loving you darling, has been so much fun
Whether it's giggles at the kitchen table
Or all out laughter wherever we're able
Each and every laugh, a symbol of our love
You're my everything, all I ever dreamt of
Our love, now that's a bit more serious
Shining through when our laughter is delirious
Starting the day with love's tenderness
Saying goodnight with a sweet caress
Love, laughter, and of course you.
You bring into my life the other two
From the day we met, and for every single day
Love and laughter in our lives will stay
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Consumed Within the Process
Consumed within the process
That process we call life.
Immuned? Not from this process.
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed within the process.
That process we call life.
Immuned?
Not from this process!
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Closing its eyes only when it wishes,
To call itself out!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
Just consumed.
Within the process this process.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Little Spark of Laughter
A little spark of laughter is what we need each day.
It's something like the apple to keep the doctor away.
Some can find the laughter. Their lives are pretty good.
Some would love some laughter. I know that they would.
But, laughter in their lives is only a memory.
It has been replaced with constant misery.
Their lives are torn
Their babies born
With sickness and disease.
They have no home.
They walk and roam
No blankets as they freeze.
No food to eat
No water sweet
And end to all their peace.
And so there is no laughter to help them everyday.
In fact there is no laughter to help in any way.
So, be thankful if you have the spark of laughter that you need.
And pray for those who have none, that God will intercede.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Misogamy
I'm a misogamist, and I have my reasons to be this way
What good is a marriage? When divorce is the price you pay.
To me it's only a stigma or a ritual I can say
Just to have legal sex…I call end of the day
If you are born with a free will
Then why tie a knot?
It just makes things worse and marriage comes to rot.
When two people are so different in thoughts that they hold
How can they live a life together even when they are old.
It all starts good when dating is the game
Then comes the wedding…Life is not the same
A week or two is beautiful with honeymoon on its way…
Then comes the reality of bread and butter each day
Slowly the love vanishes… in arguments and some fights
A time comes when none can stand each other for a night
Then come's the cheating game to fill the gap they must
Keep lovers on the side, for some pleasure and lust
Then finally comes the day when the bitter truth is disclosed
They can no longer be together behind closed doors…
So this is the price they pay for being tied in a knot
Had they been living a free will…nothing would have lost
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Beyond the grief.
It seems as if we are stalled by our grief,
unable to move away from it – and I wonder
if we will ever get over the loss of you. In time
they say we will, that one day we will finally be free
of the sadness that burdens our hearts, and we will dance
in our remembrance, and there will be no more tears.
But if that's true, I must admit I will miss the tears
when there is an eventual easing of the grief.
I am not as eager to begin the dance
of life without you, for the world has lost its wonder
for me, some of its shine - and being free
seems awfully relative - I suppose just like time.
I can still so clearly recall the last time
we were all together - the tears
we shared, even laughter, when you were set free
of this earthly pain - and even in our grief,
we were filled with such wonder
as we witnessed the end of life's dance.
When I was a little boy you used to let me dance
on the top of your shoes, moving in time
to the music on the radio. Is it any wonder
that music, to this day, brings tears
of joy, mingled with the ever-present grief,
which still has not set me completely free.
I now realize there is a cost to love; it's not free -
for when you love, you buy a ticket to the dance
of life - which comes with joy and pain, celebration and grief.
And if you have lived a long enough time,
as I have, even when the loss brings never ending tears,
with a broken heart, it's worth all of the pain, and it's no wonder
people love so fiercely - so much so that they cease to wonder
about the why, when or where - and now I realize that I am free
to love, and to lose, which will bring with it many tears.
But each tear is worth it - and seems to make the dance
more authentic. In the end, I will measure my time
by how much of it was filled with love, and with grief.
No longer will I wonder whether or not I should dance,
I will just be free, stepping in and out of time,
wearing my tears like a badge of honor as I move beyond the grief.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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All Right, I’ll Sign The Papers
Many years ago we fell in love,
and wedding bells did ring,
but as the years went on,
our love began to run cold.
Disagreements turned into fights,
that lasted weeks at a time.
I could see the sadness,
creeping into our children’s faces all the time.
Then one day we realised,
our love would never regain.
So we went for counselling,
to try and ease the pain.
Their words did nothing,
to dispel the way we felt.
Next it was the lawyers,
and the divorce court.
Finally I said all right,
I’ll sign the papers,
and we’ll go our separate ways.
15 October 2007
Author’s Note:
Before anyone starts asking if this me and Vera, the answer is no. It is just a Poem.
poem by David Harris
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Process continues
All the eggs don’t hatch.
All the seeds don’t burst.
All the loves don’t spark.
Yet the process continues.
All the chicks don’t live.
All the sprouts don’t grow.
All the loves don’t bloom.
But the process continues.
Pest takes toll of the siblings.
Drought takes the toll of the seedlings.
Fate stalls many loves in making.
Still the process continues.
The process spurts the hope.
The process spurs the heart.
The process thrills the senses.
Evolution, thus, continues.
03.10.2000, Pkmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Where Did The Echo Of Laughter Go
My mind, and thoughts float
all in darkness these days.
I do not have any ambition
left in me.
My mind slumbers the days
away.
I've been disconsolate
for so long.
God give me the will
to drag these old
bones from this bed.
I want to unlock and open
that window,
to life, and laughter.
once again.
I want and need to feel
alive again.
People use to say
I was funny.
Where did the echo
of my laughter go?
I use to think laughter
was part of life.I use
to laugh at a funny
joke.
lugubrious is not
what I want now
in life.
My window is only
open to laughter
and blue sky.
now.
poem by Gayle Anne Goff
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Good bye sadness
Good bye Sadness
She is so happy now
That you are out of her mind
You finally vanished
Good bye Sadness
Why are you called Sadness?
Because that’s the name they given you
You make people cry
You even made her cry too many times
There was a dark cloud hanging in her eyes
For a long tine
And now it is gone
Good bye sadness
She doesn’t need to see you again
You are also painful
Good bye sadness
You belong in the sad Sea
Where the pain lays
Among the dead fishes
In that sad Sea
The oil from that big ship and vessels
Pollutes this sad Sea
She doesn’t want to be a part of the Sad Sea either
Because it is sad to see
All that wild life dies
Good bye sadness
You never had anything good to offer her anyway
Pain and more pain you brought her all through those years
But the truth is that she had to go through it
To appreciate the good stuff
Yes sadness I can tell you she went through with it
For a long time
Good bye sadness
Please stay away from her forever
She doesn’t need you in her life
Sadness breaks everybody’s hearts
Her heart was broken too many times
By you sadness
Good bye sadness
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Dance With Me...
Do you dance? Will you dance with me for
the rest of our lives?
I shall dance with you, through trouble times.
I shall dance with you in the dark of night.
We shall dance and skate on a rainy day.
We shall skip and dance our worries away.
We will dance with our children, and our friends,
through life.
Dance, yes we will, in laughter or tears.
Dance, on the stage of life, that we live.
Dance, through the hardships and troubles of life.
And will you dance with me, thou I am sad?
For I know that dance, will make me glad.
And when you weep, fear not my love,
I'll dance you to a happy place.
We'll dance among a field of flowers,
as the stars above, become our shower.
And the moon shall smile as it sees us dance,
two in love...twirling a ballet of life.
And do you say, will we tire of our dance? Na,
for with you as my love...life is a ball. Life is a dance
of love... that shall never end.
Of Words And Dance...
Do you dance? Will you dance with me for
the rest of our lives?
I shall dance with you, through trouble times.
I shall dance with you in the dark of night.
We shall dance and skate on a rainy day.
We shall skip and dance our worries away.
We will dance with our children, and our friends,
through life.
Dance, yes we will, in laughter or tears.
Dance, on the stage of life, that we live.
Dance, through the hardships and troubles of life.
And will you dance with me, thou I am sad?
For I know that dance, will make me glad.
And when you weep, fear not my love,
I'll dance you to a happy place.
We'll dance among a field of flowers,
as the stars above, become our shower.
And the moon shall smile as it sees us dance,
two in love...twirling a ballet of life.
And do you say, will we tire of our dance? Na,
for with you as my love...life is a ball. Life is a dance
of love and that shall never end
(Inspiration poems) Laugh with me
Darling caring you
When you find me covered
With the frost of my sorrow
Step between me and the gloom
Send me into the fits of the
The etiquette laughter to make
Me cheerful and less hostile
To my boss and see the hysterical
Side of the coffee girl
Sweetest.I am your man make me
Less moody and infect me with
Your contagious laughter that
Will encourage me to tell a joke
And make my co-workers double with
The fits of joyous roaring laughter
My love.My partner throughout life
Share the wisdom of your nervous
Laughter with me to project my
Dignified side to make my belly
Laughter less barbaric to not shame
You when you take me to the exotic
Company of the affluent much educated
My loved cherished beloved momma
Allow me to teach you to laugh the
Silent laughter to move you from
Your head down to your liver with
The pigeon laughter of my boyhood
Of when I saw you and you saw me
And we became the successful partners
That we are all through the happy
Years of our successful married life
Darling.Thank me and I will thank you
For the honest canned laughter that
Went with the warmth of our shared love
My love.May God bless you for
The ha-ha-ha of the ho-ho-ho of
The snorting laughter of this year
That held at bay the cruel laughter
That could not gain entry to our
Sheltered delicate mutual love
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Laughter
Laughter
Mole-like token let it be bestowed on you
Laughter
Bell-like liquid an outpour light and blue
Laughter
The joyful cords in music born blessed throats
Laughter
The happy rowing in plenitude golden boats
Laughter
Running wild shaking bellies to dance
Laughter
Sweet disease swell infective trance
Laughter
The tongue tip peeping to mock the hands of time
Laughter
The gift of he’s she’s of you’re we’re or I’m
Laughter
The blissful eyes when joyful tears go down
Laughter
The king or queen carrying the highest crown
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Laughter - Laughter
LAUGHTER - LAUGHTER
laughter - laughter here I come
to make my friend smile and calm
jump and jump to the left to the right
thru the day time and night
laughter - laughter here I am
to make true all the sweetest dreams
like my friend always has in sleep
thru the very beautiful night
that will never skip
laughter - laughter here we are
my friend and I are blab - blab - blab
and we are happy and careless
cause the better future are waiting for us
laughter - laughter, who are you?
WHAT! you don't recognize me?
I am sorry, I thought I know you
but just let it be
because a real friendship doesn't care who we are
(build a strong good friendship among us)
poem by Juahta Sitepu
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The Laughter Therapy
(I)
Every morning the ritual is the same, -
I say my prayers and take His name;
As I settle down to read the papers, –
About our politician’s famous ‘blame game’!
It is then I always hear, loud peals of laughter
from our adjacent park,
A man dedicated to laughter therapy,
With his loud guffaw and reverberating bark!
Trying to resolve this laughing mystery, -
I read several articles about Laughter Therapy!
(II)
Amongst all created things and living beings,
Man alone suffers deeply in his body, mind,
and soul;
With peals of laughter he must suppress his tears,
To balance this life and control!
Yet during those rare and supreme happy moments
of life, -
Tears are seen to well-up in our eyes!
Laughter gets mingled with our tears, -
I wonder why? !
Perhaps laughter and tears are two sides,
Of the same coin of our worldly life!
While our lacrymal glands perform this feat, -
As laughter and tears join hands to make this
life complete!
(III)
While hearty, non-ridiculing and connecting
laughter does provide,
Physiological, psychological and spiritual
benefits - on hindsight!
Laughter brings a twinkle in our eyes, destroying
our conservative reputation;
Improving our cardiovascular flexibility, increasing
our spiritual quotient!
Laughter like internal jogging, gives us an internal
massaging;
Performed both silently and rapidly beyond imagining!
Revitalizing those unexplored internal crannies –
all automatic!
Far better than all our know antibiotics!
Laughter a tranquilizer without side effects,
Releases our pent-up tension relaxing us instead!
(IV)
An optimist always laughs to forget, while a pessimist
forgets to laugh,
My man in the park is perhaps an optimist,
Who has embraced this therapy as an art!
Or perhaps that man laughs daily at the frailties of a
meaningless life,
In this life of absurdities as he adapts himself to
survive!
This laughter therapy is a tranquilizer both healthy
and free,
Perhaps that man in the park is laughing at both you
and me!
Our life becomes a tragedy for those who only feel!
But a comedy of laughter, if you pause a while to think!
So let us try to make others laugh while we try to
control our tears,
Laughing is a healing process and drives away our
fears!
Let us make a New Year’s resolution, making laughter
our altruistic mission;
Coupled with a loving and caring heart all true, -
Let this laughter as a therapy - benefit both me and
you!
poem by Raj Nandy (18 December 2008)
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Friend Will Return
Best things of life ooze out like flower
For that cause shall I sit idle? No, never
Dance mind dance, O! My friend be merry make dance
At flower garden colorful butterfly dance
Crossing northern - southern - eastern and western countries
After travel whole world friend shall return with lot of stories
Overcast with darkness O! Moon at moonlight go on laughter
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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This Process
This process.
As difficult as it is,
Gives an ease that seems to flow.
There is a representation that creates an image.
And that picture painted,
Allows what is in one mind to another show.
This process can also deliver emotions as well.
And the skill of it,
Can bring hardened eyes to soften with tears.
This process can even produce a fear.
With a rushing done by someone stunned,
To run from room to room...
With the turning on of every light,
With something firmly tight held near.
This process can invite those feelings of love.
And melt a cold shoulder.
Or...
Even heat a flame under burning sheets.
This process can also get extremely tired.
With a nodding of a process,
That introduces...
Sleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Heart Of Love
In the midst of a smokey room
It feels like a dangerous night
A girl could go blind just looking at you
And looking straight into her life
You always seemed to be so secure
As if you didnt really need
How could I know that someone like you
Would be looking for someone like me
I know that we can make it
Through the laughter and the tears
Reaching out in the night
With our love, well survive
It feels so good to know somebody cares
Lets get to the heart of love
Find out what we really need
Straight to the heart of love
To the point where lovers meet, oh yeah
Lets get to the heart of love
Get us through this lonely night
Get to the heart of love, and everything will be alright
Hungry eyes fill the room
As we pull each other out the door
In our lives we bend no rules
And were the only ones who know
This one could last forever
Through the laughter and the tears
Reaching out in the night
With our love, well survive
It feels so good to know somebody cares
Lets get to the heart of love
And find out what we really need
Straight to the heart of love
To the point where lovers meet, oh yeah
Lets get to the heart of love
Get us through this lonely night
If we could just get to the heart of love
Everything will be alright
Straight to the heart of love
Straight to the heart of it
Straight to the heart of love
Oh yeah!
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Take me, take me, take me, take me there
Straight to the heart of love
To the point where lovers meet, oh yeah
Lets get to the heart of love
If we could just get to the heart of love
Everything will be alright
song performed by by Tiffany
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A Laugh -- And A Moan
The brook that down the valley
So musically drips,
Flowed never half so brightly
As the light laugh from her lips.
Her face was like the lily,
Her heart was like the rose,
Her eyes were like a heaven
Where the sunlight always glows.
She trod the earth so lightly
Her feet touched not a thorn;
Her words wore all the brightness
Of a young life's happy morn.
Along her laughter rippled
The melody of joy;
She drank from every chalice,
And tasted no alloy.
Her life was all a laughter,
Her days were all a smile,
Her heart was pure and happy,
She knew not gloom nor guile.
She rested on the bosom
Of her mother, like a flower
That blooms far in a valley
Where no storm-clouds ever lower.
And -- 'Merry, merry, merry!'
Rang the bells of every hour,
And -- 'Happy, happy, happy!'
In her valley laughed the flower.
There was not a sign of shadow,
There was not a tear nor thorn,
And the sweet voice of her laughter
Filled with melody the morn.
* * * * *
Years passed -- 'twas long, long after,
And I saw a face at prayer;
There was not a sign of laughter,
There was every sign of care.
For the sunshine all had faded
From the valley and the flower,
And the once fair face was shaded
In life's lonely evening hour.
And the lips that smiled with laughter
In the valley of the morn,
In the valley of the evening
They were pale and sorrow-worn.
And I read the old, old lesson
In her face and in her tears,
While she sighed amid the shadows
Of the sunset of her years.
All the rippling streams of laughter
From our hearts and lips that flow,
Shall be frozen, cold years after,
Into icicles of woe.
poem by Abram Joseph Ryan
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Love & Laughter
Love and laughter,
these are what I'm after.
Hate and sadness,
are things i try to leave in my past.
This love and laughter,
how long will it last?
I just don't want it to pass.
poem by Hayden Walstrom
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