The Joke At Golgotha
try going to golgotha
and see
if you can find a joke there
try your wits and humour
on skulls
and carcass
and crosses and
crucifixions
yes the carcass
funny
you can see her ass.
(ha ha ha)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sentinels
They are here
Sentinels
Still and straight as Celtic crosses
Plaid and inlay
Woven with visions within their tresses
Carved from the bleached carcass of driftwood tortured in the surf
Then gone-but not quite
Held as an echo in the moan in the wind
the trembling light on the headland
the lyric of the gull
the light in your eyes.......
poem by Anthony Dalby
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Molton
Something is taking over
My brain is like a motor
Release me from these binds
Help me free my mind
Everyone's so disguised
Cant find truth in their eyes
Living this masquerade
Everyone's so afraid
Chorus:
To die is all we got
6 feet down our bodies rot
As our souls get released
Next our carcass lays deceased
Can't get it outta my head--8x
This is vituality
Someone Explain to me
I keep on seeing illusions
Of living institutions
Chorus:
To die is all we got
6 feet down our bodies rot
As our souls get released
Next our carcass lays deceased
Can't get it outta my head--8x
Dont wake me I'm feelin fine
I'm outta here in another time
I'm more alive even after I'm dead
Remember me with every breath
I am a holy soldier
I am a holy soldier
I am a holy soldier
I am a holy soldier
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Molton
Something is taking over
My brain is like a motor
Release me from these binds
Help me free my mind
Everyone's so disguised
Cant find truth in their eyes
Living this masquerade
Everyone's so afraid
Chorus:
To die is all we got
6 feet down our bodies rot
As our souls get released
Next our carcass lays deceased
Can't get it outta my head--8x
This is vituality
Someone Explain to me
I keep on seeing illusions
Of living institutions
Chorus:
To die is all we got
6 feet down our bodies rot
As our souls get released
Next our carcass lays deceased
Can't get it outta my head--8x
Dont wake me I'm feelin fine
I'm outta here in another time
I'm more alive even after I'm dead
Remember me with every breath
I am a holy soldier
I am a holy soldier
I am a holy soldier
I am a holy soldier
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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How To Make You Funny?
How to make you funny?
And you are always funny,
You hide it and
It is still funny,
And that makes me laugh.
How to make you serious?
And you can not be serious,
Funny is funny,
And being seriously funny is not that funny,
And you laugh.
How to tell you a joke?
And you are the funniest joke
That makes you more funny and serious
While you are drinking and thinking
At the risk
Of spilling the juice of your lips
At my laugh.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Knowing You My Dear
you stand there
motionless staring at the calmness
of the pond
you seldom take the first move
neither do you speak
there is the mystery of
first meetings
something falls from your hand
the one that you have been grasping for years
you finally made the scream
that now bears your
real name
welcome my dear
to the truthful world of funny selves
even the maggots who are seriously feeding
on the carcass of a pig
had taken time
to have a laugh at you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where there's a carcass, there will be vultures.
Where the carcass is, there the ravens will collect together.
Where the carcass is, there shall the eagles be gathered together.
Road Kill
Caught in the glare of bright headlights,
a raccoon is struck and killed. For good
measure other cars come along and run
over the carcass, ‘til it’s wickedly flung to
the road shoulder.
Did the driver of the speeding car stop to
say a prayer for the dead creature?
Or did he just keep driving, not giving
the incident a second thought?
Come morning a crow visits the oozing carcass.
She plucks out an eye and swallows it whole,
There’s no empathy or remorse for this grisly act.
Nothing more than a crow’s full stomach that
guarantees more full stomachs back at her nest.
Somewhere in the Middle East…
A young soldier presses a red button that launches
a deadly missile toward a distant target. Like the crow,
do you think he feels empathy or remorse for his road kill?
Is this act of violence nothing more than a human animal,
trained to obey and kill?
Which of these acts of violence is the greater sin?
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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A government, for protecting business only, is but a carcass, and soon falls by its own corruption and decay.
quote by Amos Bronson Alcott
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Stand-Up Comedians
Stand-up comedians so funny
Joke around to earn their money
They’re never funny sitting down
But when standing vertically upright
Their comedic humor is out of sight
Funny-ing as they act like stand-up clowns
They just can’t be funny or sassy
Sitting on their sorry assy’s
Perpendicular they invite loud guffaws
And with their joke-around renditions
In their stand-around positions
They welcome all appreciative applause
When they’re on stage it is behooved
To have all the sit-down chairs removed
So they can fill the halls with tons of laughter
So these stand-up fools so funny
Can earn rafts of funny money
The house is filled with laughs up to the rafter
poem by Stanley Cooper
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The Bees and Flies
A Farmer of the Augustan Age
Perused in Virgil's golden page
The story of the secret won
From Proteus by Cyrene's son--
How the dank sea-god showed the swain
Means to restore his hives again.
More briefly, how a slaughtered bull
Breeds honey by the bellyful.
The egregious rustic put to death
A bull by stopping of its breath,
Disposed the carcass in a shed
With fragrant herbs and branches spread,
And, having well performed the charm,
Sat down to wait the promised swarm.
Nor waited long. The God of Day
Impartial, quickening with his ray
Evil and good alike, beheld
The carcass--and the carcass swelled.
Big with new birth the belly heaves
Beneath its screen of scented leaves.
Past any doubt, the bull conceives!
The farmer bids men bring more hives
To house the profit that arrives;
Prepares on pan and key and kettle,
Sweet music that shall make 'em settle;
But when to crown the work he goes,
Gods! What a stink salutes his nose!
Where are the honest toilers? Where
The gravid mistress of their care?
A busy scene, indeed, he sees,
But not a sign or sound of bees.
Worms of the riper grave unhid
By any kindly coffin-lid,
Obscene and shameless to the light,
Seethe in insatiate appetite,
Through putrid offal, while above
The hissing blow-fly seeks his love,
Whose offspring, supping where they supt,
Consume corruption twice corrupt.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The City of Golgotha
The City of Golgotha
Striped earlier on the back, adorned with a nest crown,
The Romans cannot be said to be fair, the Jews can be said to be wicked.
I pray ye, they know not what they do.
People watching my despair; the repair I strive to purchase at the hand of glory of my father in heave-their father since old times.
Golgotha is my city of condemnation, their city of salvation.
When the son of man rises again, when the Holy Spirit takes over Golgotha shall less matter.
When man is saved Golgotha might be a city to remember.
poem by by unknown author
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Not Funny
It's not funny when
you laugh and call
me names
I don't smile when
you push me down
and laugh
I don't find it very funny
when you dis me and
say it was just a joke
I'm not the one who laughs
when you call my name but
turn away
Your jokes are not funny
and never will be so stop
saying them
poem by Mariana Zita
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A Sense Of Humor
listen to a joke
just listen and then don't mind the face of the teller
just listen and then something clicks
and you catch something funny
and you laugh
keep the joke and dissect it
let is stay
retell it to yourself or even to your friend
retell it how many times to him
and let him write it
you see there is no click anymore
something funny was lost
because you want to keep it
because you want to let it stay in you
one thing with a joke is that it must
always be something new
one that you have not heard before
i tell you, it is just like a poem
thereis this switch, a clicking
and then something happens
how can you tell it? you can't
tell it and then it is gone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Laughing At Ourselves
Some people have this tenancy
to make others feel sad,
some even torment just
to make others get mad.
Little ole me
I like to brighten up
everyone’s day with laughter
by telling a joke or two,
because I feel that laughter
is the best medicine
to get rid of the blues.
The world can be a funny place
if you stop and look at it for a while.
Everything has its funny side,
even in the darkest day.
An incoherent message
that makes no sense at all
some would find funny
and end up curled up on the floor.
So whatever you are doing
look on the funny side of it
for nothing can be funnier
than laughing at ourselves.
poem by David Harris
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The world is all a carcass and vanity, The shadow of a shadow, a play And in one word, just nothing.
quote by Michel de Montaigne
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Soaring high in sky
Carcass disposal unit
Vowed to clean terrain;
Spread broad wings, through red eye rings
Spot dead beasts miles away
tanka by S.D. Tiwari
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A dead cow or sheep lying in a pasture is recognized as carrion. The same sort of a carcass dressed and hung up in a butcher's stall passes as food.
quote by John Harvey Kellogg
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It's funny
It's funny
how you're the one who is scared
its funny
how I am the only one who cared.
It's funny
how you are running around, evading me, trying and hoping that all this would be the best for me.
It's funny
how none of this is funny.
We've been friends for mad long, since when could you never tell when something is wrong.
'Bros before hoes' isn't that what they say.
No chick should get in the way.
since when does my words me nothing to you.
Don't you remember the shit we've been through.
It's my gender, that's what makes it different.
Because I am a girl, and you are a guy.
Cause I feel for you, I still don't know why.
This bull is all because of this.
I want you to look at me in the eye,
talk true to me to my face
look at me when I cry.
this is your punishment
you have to look at me at a lower place.
what you did was weak. Lying to me, not even to my face.
don't get mad because I am mad.
cause you are you and I am me, yet who is this that I see.
The guy I am looking at is a joke.
Because it isn't cute when you look at me and you make me believe
that I could trust you and you could trust me,
yet it is obvious now that that can not be.
It's funny
how you're the one who is scared
its funny
how I am the only one who cared.
It's funny
how you are running around, evading me, trying and hoping that all this would be the best for me.
It's funny
how none of this is funny.
poem by Jennifer Gordon
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