Universal joke
You can’t get really near
the Beloved Friend
who some call God
without a sense of humour;
humour; and paradox:
sadness brings humility,
humility catches God’s ear…
now you’re laughing for sheer joy.
And have you heard this one…:
you can’t take anything from this world
without the world taking something from you…
isn’t that the best joke that ever was…?
Cows, who ruminate as well as Rumi ever did
Call it the Unified Field Theory.
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Where In The World
Where in the world did you go?
Without a clue, without a word
What on earth did I do wrong?
You won't believe how much I hurt
I can't believe the mess we're in
My sense of humour wearing thin
Gets away with murder every day
Can't you hear me, won't you make it go away?
Enough to taste of bitterness
Hits me in the face, someone else's wish
Here I lay awake, alone
Just wishing you'd come home
You leave me desolate and torn
Go and fight in someone else's war
And so you put us both to shame
Don't come near me
Don't you make it go away
I can't believe the mess we're in
My sense of humour wearing thin
No ones getting younger anyway
Can't you hear me, won't you make it go away?
I can't believe the mess we're in
My sense of humour wearing thin
Gets away with murder every other day
Can you hear me, won't you make it go away?
Won't you make it go away?
Won't you make it go away?
song performed by by Erasure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Keep Humour
Face the distress of modernity with humour,
And describe it to your professor.
He will help and his willing support
Has let you face the world that exists
With magnificence and beauty.
A beauty is inside the world
When it has been exercised by leaders
Who remake it, fashion it and never molest it.
Humour is the ability to stay where you are
And not involve yourself in politics.
Face the distress of modernity with humour,
And describe it to your professor.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Call You Friend
I call You kindness
I call You gentleness
I call You Truth.
I call You beauty
I call You wisdom
I call You Beloved.
I call You light
I call You trust
I call You father, mother,
daughter, son
I love You because I must
I call You Friend.
poem by Gillian Commerford
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Rumour
Just because
I love his
Sense of
Humour,
There is this
Rumour,
That I'm in
Love with him ;)
Just because
He's also in love
With my humour,
Someone's
Spreading
This roaring
Rumour…
That I've now
Married him ;)
Just because
We both love
Each other's
Humour :)
There seems to be
This ongoing rumour,
That I'm now
Honeymooning him ;)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A thought from Isaac of Nineveh
Isn’t it extraordinary – when
you come to think of it – that
the One whom atheists deny
(for then they would have to acknowledge
One greater than themselves…)
knew, knows, about humility…?
I mean, how could He?
Suppose, He hadn’t sent
such men as Jesus Christ
to show us that humility
was, is, godly, and indeed,
a path to know that One?
Would we then be treating
the humble as the self-victimising
scum of the earth? And we, assured in being
proud and arrogant?
What else could that One
know of contraries and opposites,
paradox and contradiction,
unless He (or She, or It)
knows all; knows us
better than we know ourselves?
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Harmonic Creed
the one who knows less
knows more of humility,
the other who knows more
knows less.
the one
applies humility.
the other applies
what humility there is
in respect of
the greater humility of
the one.
poem by Douglas Scotney
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor)
When I remember, friend, whom lost I call,
Because a man beloved is taken hence,
The tender humour and the fire of sense
In your good eyes; how full of heart for all,
And chiefly for the weaker by the wall,
You bore that lamp of sane benevolence;
Then see I round you Death his shadows dense
Divide, and at your feet his emblems fall.
For surely are you one with the white host,
Spirits, whose memory is our vital air,
Through the great love of Earth they had: lo, these,
Like beams that throw the path on tossing seas,
Can bid us feel we keep them in the ghost,
Partakers of a strife they joyed to share.
poem by George Meredith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Unified
It could be so nice but the world is not ready, yeah
It could be so nice but the world is not ready yo
Weather youre a black man
Or youre a white man
Or your from england or from japan
Or youre from chili or youre and american
Youre from the middle east or youre and african
Well it could be so nice but the world is not ready, yeah
It could be so nice but the world is not ready yo
Now come on everyone on this place come together
Wouldnt it be nice if we could all live together forever
Finding our peach in unity
Destroying the noting of foolish vanities
Pull to rise
Lift the blinds
The funky dope is here in 1999
And were praising so were raising out of this oblivion
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
You cant stop this with your mind tricks
Like neo in the matrix Im chosen
Uplift with the gift
Like gandolf the wizard
I conjure a blizzard of magic to ride it high
Unified unified unified
Unified unified unified
It could be so nice but the world is not ready, yeah
It could be so nice but the world is not ready yo
They dont want it in their government
They dont want it with their politricks
They dont want it with their brainwash
They dont want it with their money fix
Unified unified unified
Unified unified unified
I want it want it want it want it
It could be so nice but the world is not ready, yeah
It could be so nice but the world is not ready yo
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
While the eyes of the world will be on us let's show everyone that we have a great sense of humour.
quote by Yahoo Serious
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Joint Laughter
We laugh at the same funny things,
Our quick sense of humour just springs
From being together,
Whatever the weather,
It's wonderful what such laughter brings.
We can each see the funny side, that's true,
But of course we can sometimes be blue,
But if one of us is down,
Then the others a clown
Enticing a smile to break through.
Sometimes, when we're both very tired,
And we feel that we're electrically wired,
Something just makes us smile,
And after a while,
We can laugh, which is just what's required.
I won't say there's not sadness in life,
But try looking beyond all the strife,
We keep smiling along,
Till the sadness has gone,
That's the delight of being 'husband and wife'.
poem by Ernestine Northover
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Jesus Told a Joke
Jesus told a joke
To the lowly and humble folk
And they laughed.
So the Pope
Who didn't understand the joke
Banned laughter in Church.
The lowly and humble folk
Had killed themselves laughing
So the Church said
The Joker must die too.
Why must something beautiful
Be destroyed
By serious-minded clerics
Without a sense of humour?
Why must we bow down
To a corpse on a tree
Instead of singing and dancing?
Why are our loveliest songs
Inspired by sorrow?
And why do our priests and priestesses
Lord it over us
Clothed in dark garments of woven tears?
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Because You Call Me A Friend
I will give you a big hug anytime,
Because you call me a friend.
I will hold your hand when you need it held,
Because you call me a friend.
I will wipe away your tears when you cry,
Because you call me a friend.
I will make you smile when you are down,
Because you call me a friend.
I will help you up when you stumble,
Because you call me a friend.
I will listen when nobody else will listen,
Because you call me a friend.
I will not judge you,
Because you call me a friend.
And when you are mean to me, I will forgive you,
Because you call me a friend.
My friend, you are my crutch when I cannot walk, my eyes when I cannot see through the smoke, my ears when I cannot hear the truth.
THAT'S WHY I'M YOUR FRIEND
(April 29,2007)
poem by Raymond Juan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Annunciation
Humility this day is
that she has passed all thought
in stillness; beyond waiting
rests her being.
Then like a lightning flash
without light, without sound;
micromoment of all presence that ever is,
in which she knows all that there is to know
beyond all thinking it; humility
and glory then the same.
Now no need for questioning:
she nor others; disbelievers; enemies;
herself, all that concerns her, now known fully;
she, now full of truth.
Later words may come;
as though there might be two in her humility;
she, now full of unity;
she lives the perfect prayer:
perfect come from perfect;
and when her time and time itself is ripe,
perfect shall be taken from that perfect;
and perfect will remain with her;
she, now full of god, of good;
who dares or dares not call her blest
save she herself; hands folded into lap,
head a little bowed, eyes down;
she now full of god, of good?
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Laughter
Laughter is a unique quality endowed to mankind;
It is completely denied to the animal mind.
When humour is dwelt upon and reared,
There emanates laughter and is shared.
Roaring laughter is contagious,
And humour is surely infectious.
Laughter escalates hilarity and happiness,
And humour diminishes weariness.
One can laugh at a joke, ridiculous,
And can scoff at another one, meticulous.
One needs to be like a child, so jolly,
Egoless and innocent to laugh so merrily.
Laughter requires a bit of intelligence,
As well as presence of mind and good sense.
Benefits of laughter are numerous,
It bestows a wealth of health on us.
Laughter boosts the immunity system,
And lowers the stress hormone item.
With laughter the whole body is relaxed,
And gnawing pain for a time is axed.
Laughter prevents even the heart disease,
And a sorrowful mood is made to ease.
With a chuckle feel-good endorphins are released,
And with a peal of laughter one is pleased.
Laughter adds joy and zest to life,
And eases anxiety, fear and strife.
Laughter helps conflicts to diffuse,
And mirth in one it does suffuse.
Laughter is a resource for problem surmounting,
And has the power for good relationship enhancing.
Humour lightens one's burdens;
Inspires hope and the outlook broadens.
So let us enjoy humour and guffaw heartily,
And let us blend laughter into our lives verily.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Walking With Small Steps
the beauty
of humility
is walking
with small steps
sowing peace;
perceiving
the strength
in rock and water,
being at one
with nature
through inner
peace harmony;
humility casts
long beautiful shadows
at the end of day,
before glorious
sunsets
paint red skies
awaiting
the purity
of stars
forever sparkling
twinkling
before enlightened
minds.
Dedicated to The Dalai Lama, inspired by his insight into 'The Paradox Of Our Age'.
poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The secret source of humour itself is not joy, but sorrow. There is no humour in heaven.
quote by Mark Twain
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Words
I write there, and then you write they’re
I write who, and then you write whom
I misspell my words, too me you then curse
Then you call me a stupid loon.
You call me names, from which I refrain
Then I am off to a different room.
I forget punctuation's, It gives you frustrations
I don't use a contraction, you give me verbal action
Then I misspell a word, you call me absurd
I give you my silence it’s my only reaction.
You call me a name, my innocence I proclaim
My humility is seems, is your only satisfaction.
I sit at my typewriter, I still am a fighter
As I close my eyes, words still materialize
Words are my friends, rhyming is my sin
Maybe someday that, you will realize.
I finish another poem, to the world I show them
I write another verse, it becomes my universe.
You are my inspiration, my poems your creation
You correct what I write, it gives you such delight
You enjoy to respell, at words which you excel
You tell me they are wrong, I know you are right.
But you still are my friend, I hope it will never end
I am the poet, your a wordsmith and you show it.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 69
The earth receives showers from heaven and gives to it only dust. Every vessel exudes what it contains.
If my humour appears to thee unbecoming
Lose not thy own good humour.
Thoughts To Ponder # 2
I run the race
with wish to win
against the best
Many have character
others show power
I rely on humility
Character breaks when provoked
while power fails when over ruled
but humility stands against all odds
At the end of obstacles
true humility will prevail
as character and power fail
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Played-Out Humorist
Quixotic is his enterprise, and hopeless his adventure is,
Who seeks for jocularities that haven't yet been said.
The world has joked incessantly for over fifty centuries,
And every joke that's possible has long ago been made.
I started as a humorist with lots of mental fizziness,
But humour is a drug which it's the fashion to abuse;
For my stock-in-trade, my fixtures, and the goodwill of the
business
No reasonable offer I am likely to refuse.
And if anybody choose
He may circulate the news
That no reasonable offer I'm likely to refuse.
Oh happy was that humorist - the first that made a pun at all -
Who when a joke occurred to him, however poor and mean,
Was absolutely certain that it never had been done at all -
How popular at dinners must that humorist have been!
Oh the days when some stepfather for the query held a handle out,
The door-mat from the scraper, is it distant very far?
And when no one knew where Moses was when Aaron blew the candle
out,
And no one had discovered that a door could be a-jar!
But your modern hearers are
In their tastes particular,
And they sneer if you inform them that a door can be a-jar!
In search of quip and quiddity, I've sat all day, alone, apart -
And all that I could hit on as a problem was - to find
Analogy between a scrag of mutton and a Bony-part,
Which offers slight employment to the speculative mind:
For you cannot call it very good, however great your charity -
It's not the sort of humour that is greeted with a shout -
And I've come to the conclusion that my mine of jocularity
In present Anno Domini, is worked completely out!
Though the notion you may scout,
I can prove beyond a doubt
That my mine of jocularity is utterly worked out.
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!