Those Two
Humor has a merry mien:
he warms the blood and heats the soul
and percolating through the spleen
purges from it Envy's bile.
But Wit has on his sabor tip
the heart of many a paladin
who travelled far to challenge him.
He doesn't lose. He plays to win.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Just Because ll
Just Because I Smile
Doesn't mean I don't get Mad
Can't get Sad
Or can't just Frown
Just Because I Love
Doesn't mean I don't Hate
Can't walk away
Or can't let Love fade
Just Because I Laugh
Doesn't mean I find everything funny
Can't stop Laughing
Or can't Lose my sense of Humor
poem by Steven Pimentel
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Merry-go-mad
Oh Merry come here
The whispering crowd
For you a dropp of peace will shed
Oh Merry be still
The day will fade
In flowers black in flowers red
Comme-ci comme-ca
Tweedle-da-da
Merry go here
And Merry go there
And Merry go not
Go not to bed
But Merry go up
And Merry go down
And Merry go Merry go
Probably mad
Please Merry please
Stop running around
In dizzy drizzles your blood will reign
Hear me out listen
Stop running about
In dizzy drizzles
You'll lose your brain
Yes tweedle-da-sum
No tweedle-da-di
Merry go Merry go
Probably mad
Hear me out listen
Stop running around
In dizzy drizzles your blood will reign
Hurry to hurri-
In-sa-sa-sane
Hurry to hurri-
To hurri- hurri hurricane
1995.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Morning Humor
Slippery jack, no more turning back,
All around, morning humor
I am a waiter and I am a server
Ill run to your needs with strength and fervor
In times when you are wasted I will walk in
Through the door, pick you from the floor
Then watch you grow into a man
With a big burly beard
And a mustache to match
Ill watch you love the world
And all that it has...
With that morning humor,
Morning humor
The kind that wakes you up
The kind thats in my blood
Morning humor, morning humor, yeah...
I am on top again, soon to be low again
Oh will this ever end?
Im sorry I dont mean to sound like a whale
Trapped in the ice, but aint it nice to say exactly
What I please...
With a big toney voice or a
Soft mellow voice or the
Loud boisterous voice of an opera, opera lady!
With that morning humor,
Morning humor
The kind that wakes you up.
The kind thats in my blood
Morning humor, morning humor, yeah...
But the joke that kills
Is just a joke to you
You need some...
Slippery jack, no more turning back,
All around, morning humor
The kind that wakes you up
The kind thats in my blood...
Morning humor...
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A Road Well Travelled
A road well travelled does not the journey ease
Nor do well placed signposts aid our itineraries
A road well travelled is rough and rutted where
Others have passed by this way overburdened with their cares
A road well-travelled may be full of risks and dangers
You keep yourself unto yourself and never talk to strangers.
This road well travelled has no final end in sight
It can be sunny in the daytime but quite frightening at night
This road well travelled can sometimes just disappear
And you stop not knowing where to go shivering with fear
This road well travelled sometimes returns you to its start
And leaves you walking round in circles with a sad and heavy heart.
My road well travelled has many toll gates on the way
Each time I ask directions there’s a need to always pay
My road well travelled is a lonely road at times
It is a real road that I know it’s not just a state of mind
My road well travelled is not just my road you see
It’s a road that many others take and it’s called anxiety.
poem by David Keig
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The Mighty Have To Fall
Purges are needed in a forest:
The strongest have to fall and com-bust.
In-order for the weakest the poorest
To grow - regenerate their lushness…
We need a whole new subsistence:
A grass blade a head of green corn!
Good footing in the sunlight's clearance.
The world isn't made-up of one 'Acorn'.
Purges are needed in a forest:
The mighty have to fall and crash!
'Burn and sacrifice' the strong the plumpest.
The best growth is made-out of potash.
Strangle like the forest-fig, let chaos...
Rule! As they did, but know, that the sun!
Shall shine that they'll lose their pathos?
And we'll renew our own fortune!
Purges are needed in a forest:
To make capital gains: We must digest...
Their corruption, topple the unjust…
Who, anoint to rule over us?
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Love's Sweet Humor
I believe that love
Has a very strange
But great
Sense of humor.
It makes you think
It makes you believe
There is no hope
As tight as a rope.
I know the humor
That love brings
I've had the feeling
It's a dream.
Love plays tricks
Love brings treats
It gives us strength
Yet sometimes beats.
But the one thing
I know about love
Is how to lose
And how to win.
poem by Dark Guardian
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Envy Exposed
Green with Envy does not describe
The color worn by this foul Sin
For green is the color of living things
An Envious Heart has no life therein
The color Blue for Envy will not do
Blue is the sky where freedom sings
In skies so many dreams take flight
An Envious Heart has no wings
Envy cannot dress in Yellow or Gold
The warm colors of the life giving Sun
An Envious Heart is so bitterly cold
With no joie de vivre for all of life’s fun
Envy dare not wear any shade of Red
A color so linked to precious bloodshed
Blood is sacred not to be wantonly shed
An Envious Heart would bleed others till dead
Purple is the color of Passionate fire
An Envious Heart knows only Hate’s ire
Pink is a color where innocent youth may abide
An Envious Heart is tired and shriveled inside
Nor can Envy ‘s color be Black as night
For the star filled night is laced with light
Envy won’t wear Purity’s symbolic White
An Envious Heart does not own such a right
Envy cannot even lay its claim to Grey
(Muddled mix of color though be as it may)
Grey is the color of softness seen
An Envious Heart is hard and mean
What Envy wears best is Invisibility
So denuded of Soul none would wish to see
No color born of Heaven will suit it well
An Envious Heart will be naked in Hell
poem by Mary Havran
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Nothing is Settled Or Is It?
Nothing is settled
the game is still open
We got nothing to lose
and everything to gain
Still there is one
who plays in my brain
He's a heck of a guy
with an excellent charm
and his humor excites me
from dusk till dawn
He knows all the right words
though he don't realize
he could make me talk for ages
aren't that a surprise?
He plays in my brain
like a wonderful game
and I hope that one day
he will look at me and say
Hey, girl,
you got me going crazy!
poem by Iselin Steinsto
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When my soul loves your heart.....
I have your heart within me
that keeps telling me love story every night
God has given us love as the best medicine
to purify our hearts and soul with affections
When your heart and my soul touch each other
then there is no room for sadness
When my eyes close for sleep
then my soul awakes and kisses your heart
When your heart plays music with my soul
then the melodies hover like nightingales
When your heart is longing for my love
then my soul is belonging to beautiful nights
When my soul loves your heart
then its not only what your heart for
but for what my soul lives with you heart
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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God's Humor
lying on the ground
only hearing the sound
of my beating heart
with flesh ripped apart
screaming out in pain
sounds get muffled by the rain
veins can be seen
a knife stabbed in ur spleen
blood dripping on the floor
i don't wanne live no more
take my soul away
u start to pray
to the sun, rain or air
or to one that doesn't care
with all thats done to you
u get picked up for round two
sliced flesh everywhere
does ur god even care
ur in so much pain
let me pierce ur brain
finaly it's over u think
then u get a wink
from the sun, rain or air
i'll let u live in despair
with scars everywhere
to show u... i do care
poem by Paddy Jansen
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0022 Unsung Malady
Your messages are so venomous,
your words so loaded with abuse
that I would recommend
a metaphysical health check:
a subtle X-ray or better still, a Why-ray
might show up something in
the spleen or in the bile duct
before it's too late for
poetic irony or
poetic justice
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Cutting
I love seeing the blood
Feeling the pain
Watch it all fall away
no one around
but me and the blade
the red blood warms my soul
I go deeper and deeper
Untill I am no more
poem by Marissa Ford
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Lines On The Death Of Sir William Russel
Doomed, as I am, in solitude to waste
The present moments, and regret the past,
Deprived of every joy I valued most,
My friend torn from me, and my mistress lost,
Call not this gloom I wear, this anxious mien,
The dull effect of humor, or of spleen!
Still, still I mourn, with each returning day,
Him snatch'd by fate in early youth away;
And her -- thro' tedious years of doubt and pain,
Fix'd in her choice, and faithful -- but in vain!
O prone to pity, generous, and sincere,
Whose eye ne'er yet refus'd the wretch a tear;
Whose heart the real claim of friendship knows
Nor thinks a lover's are but fancied woes;
See me -- ere yet my destin'd course half done,
Cast forth a wand'rer on a world unknown!
See me neglected on the world's rude coast,
Each dear companion of my voyage lost!
Nor ask why clouds of sorrow shade my brow,
And ready tears wait only leave to flow!
Why all that soothes a heart from anguish free
All that delights the happy -- palls with me!
poem by William Cowper
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Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
quote by Elizabeth Ashley
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Temporary
It comes across as a vapor-
Its tenative and ephemeral and slight-
Its the reflection and absolute detection...
Of ones true spirit when exposed to: The Light;
'Tis ones true nature and character-
As oft' influenced by spleen and bitter bile-
Its the Green Monster-jealousy and envy-
Its the absolute truth when in denial;
It comes across as a vapor-
Its tenative and ephemeral and slight-
Its the reflection and absolute detection-
Of ones true spirit when exposed to: The Light;
Its what happens when you give of yourself...!
And are broken hearted only to find...
That the one that you held in such high esteem...
Is in reality-just a vapor-filled to its mist with unkind;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Sunshine warms the soul
Tenderness warms all our hearts
Love comes to us all
Once the mystery unfolds
Upon the realms of our dreams
tanka by Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson
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I'd Wish You'd Gone With Me
I'd wish'd you'd gone with me
When I travelled a road by the sea
with farset eyes and firmset heart aflame
I knew you couldn't be to blame
But be it all the same
I'd wish'd you'd gone with me
When I travelled that road by the sea.
I'd wish'd you'd heard the ocean's song
For then you'd know where you belong
For the sea it sang to me
with waves that rang so free
and in that surf I could see
I'd wish'd you'd gone with me
when I travelled that road by the sea
poem by T.A. Rosenbaum
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You
The sound of your tears as they hit the floor,
The love you bleed through your soul is where I belong,
Will I lose you like you have lost your heart that I seek?
Disappear from your blood before I flow in it?
Leave you breathless when you are-breathless?
I fall before you; begging your broken heart to beat,
Should I make this world disappear so that you may notice me?
You are the rising tides of my blood,
The heart within my heart,
The mind within my soul-
The image I call mine,
The being I was born to love.
Isunge Mwangase, Chishala Ruth Zulu © 2010.
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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My Fire
I write my thoughts, in the shape of a song.
Simple and to the point,
She is my fire,
that heats me in the winter.
The fire that heats my heart and lets go of cold.
She is my fire, that guides me across the darkness,
The fire that lights my path.
But it does not matter how much she melts my heart,
she is not mine.
poem by Daichi Nomura
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Faith
Faith lies above everything
Without it you can achieve nothing,
You can overcome every hassle in life
If you believe in yourself,
No one can stop you from anything
If you have confidence in yourself,
So Self Confidence plays a very important part
This rules not only your head but also your heart,
Do not ever lose faith in self
And proudly enact your belief,
Apply this rule in your life's journey
And make your life joyous & merry!
poem by Kavita Iyer
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