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Emotions wet trail
Of laughter or grief, often
A mixture of both.

haiku by Paul Holmes
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Like A Cyberman

What must it be like to live life like a Cyberman:
Living a soulless existence, inside an old tin can?
You would spend each and every single day,
Walking, here and there, in a regimented way.

You would never ever feel either happy or sad,
Or know when life is going either good or bad.
You would just look on, when somebody cries.
You wouldn’t feel any grief, when someone dies.

In other’s eyes, you would see dread and fear,
And you would never ever hold someone near.
You would never hold somebody’s warm hand.
People’s feelings, you would never understand.

You wouldn’t have a brain, in order to think.
You’d just stare straight ahead: unable to blink.
Your voice would be monotone: you’d use no inflections,
And for people and animals, you would feel no affection.

You would kill people with such heartless, brutal force,
And, having mown them down, you’d feel no remorse.
Any human you met, you’d feel the need to upgrade,
And not a whiff of humanity would ever be displayed.

You wouldn’t be able to laugh or to cry,
Or experience life’s lows or all-time highs.
As humans, we experience a mixture of emotions,
Of which, Cybermen do not have a single notion.

Although some emotions can be hard to endure –
Your heart can feel as though it’s being skewered –
Emotions are something which make us human in form,
And both tears and laughter, to humans, are just the norm.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Grief - The Soul of Life

Laughter, Joy and Happiness is all people want,
We could do without grief, they say.
Little do they know that I don't just daunt,
I am their lives' X-Ray.

Happiness is only one side of the coin,
The other one is grief.
To curse, bane and torment they adjoin,
But its all just false belief.

Like the waves that rise and fall,
Life is but a journey.
Emotions you need to experience one and all,
It can't be just sugar and honey.

Grief is eternal, like a black hole,
A void in your life, a hole in your soul.

poem by Shashank iFalcon
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Sonnet: Laughter

If we can laugh, our heart-aches disappear!
Our minds become freed off tensions and stress;
If we make others laugh, they lose their fear,
And become dear, starting to us caress.

Laughter is good for both the young and old;
Laughter can turn a foe into a friend;
Laughter can help forget our woes, be bold;
Laughter can bring to grief, an early end.

Laughter is life’s most precious medicine;
Laughter is soothing balm for all our ills;
Laughter is euphoric much more than wine,
Causing no harm to one/ increasing bills.
Then laugh and be merry, whenever you can,
For, that’s the way to live life better, man.

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet- Laughter

If we can laugh, our heart-aches disappear!
Our minds become freed off tensions and stress;
If we make others laugh, they lose their fear,
And become dear, starting to us caress.

Laughter is good for both the young and old;
Laughter can turn a foe into a friend;
Laughter can help forget our woes, be bold;
Laughter can bring to grief, an early end.

Laughter is life’s most precious medicine;
Laughter is soothing balm for all our ills;
Laughter is euphoric much more than wine,
Causing no harm to one or increase bills.

Then laugh and be merry whenever you can,
For, that’s the way to live life better, man.

poem by John Celes
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Latori Praesentium

for e. hernandez

there is much to believe in what you have

for it is real and sincere…

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you lend meaning to joy

like never defined before

it is like putting lemon drops

in the sky when it bleeds

giving timely relief

to my parched heart

and emotions sprouting forth

into otherworldly greens—

our budding haven

in this intimacy, i find

a myriad of possibilities

and in their unfolding

there is much to lose

as there is more to gain—

the gift of you

I try not to stifle any laugh

nor moans of grief—not

that there is grief to feel

but I let all feelings show—

it is the least i could do

now that more than

what you give

has come my way.

In silence therefore, I love you

With all my laughter

With all the salt of my tears

I put flavor to all that there is

Be it for now, be it for tomorrow.

poem by Jason Paul Monlinong
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Me and Laughter Together Always

Sometimes I laugh out loud
Showing you that I could care less what you have to say
All that matters is that my feelings are hidden
Hiding from those who judge me and those who love me
And Laughter helps me do just that
Laughter is my better half
Laughter stands with me when I’m bored
Laughter comforts me when I want to cry
He keeps me company through grief and through happiness
For better or worse, in sickness and health, through thick and thin
I love Laughter and Laughter loves me back
And yet you don’t know why Laughter makes Me
Look deep into my eyes when I laugh and you’ll see
You will find all the hate, all the pain, and all the hurt
But if that’s all you see
You’re not looking deep enough
Look past the tears that I won’t allow to flow
Look past the memories that I can’t let go of
And when you see through all the hate, all the pain and all the hurt
You'll find Me
I cover Me up with Laughter
There are none who can see the true Me
They can’t see through my Laughter
And if you should happen to see Me
I won’t need Laughter to hide anymore
Because I can cry on your shoulder
I can smile and enjoy you company without a single sound
Only then, Laughter won’t be my protector
Until then, it’s Me and Laughter together always
I hide my feelings through Laughter
So if you’re trying to figure out what I’m thinking,
Laugh with me and you will then see...-Me

poem by Nyoka Mitchell
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Emotional Scavenger

And now in the cold light of day,
Grief casts her shadows long,
and grey
Draining warmth & blinding me
To the glorious hope
Of day;
Grief would steal my soul and hide it
In blackness,
Whispering reminders
Of pain,
And loss,
And death…
Mocking hope's insistence,
Spurning love's comfort;
Grief watches,
Expectant, she waits…
Grief, scavenger of emotions,
Is ever hopeful.

poem by Jinge Norvall
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A Smile is not Enough

a smile is not enough
to show, just how I feel,
express my inner thrill
of delight,

it must be more
to show that I adore
or have this fright
and desire to touch,

laughter is induced,
by some strange mixture
of thoughts and feelings,

once it is out
it is the most contagious of delights.
infects those near and far,
to reproduce

emits such lovely sound and more
music, pleasant to the ear,
a smile is definitely not enough
once you know of laughter

poem by Shimon Weinroth
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The Need To Write

There's not one day that I let slip away
without my pen having something to say.
I feel it. I say it. I let it come out,
whatever it is, whatever it's about.

Laughter, pain and really deep thought
gives way to emotions that seem to be caught
in a spidery web that weaves its way
into silky distractions that interplay.

So when I settle my exhaustive brain
I'm amazed that I'm still able to remain
anxious to write again tomorrow
on topics of happiness, grief and sorrow.

Where it will take me I don't know.
They seem to be endless even though
I know someday my ink will run dry.
And on that day my thoughts will die.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Am I A Good Man?

I am introduced as a 'good man! '
I suppress my surging laughter!
I and he must both be dishonest!
How dishonest I am is privy to me-
Sweet-layered poison I am!
Countless are my masks-
Get confused when to wear which!
My tongue licks the world
With titanic lies far exceeding waves!
I am a blend of all vices and virtues!
A mixture of all dirt and decorations;
Pleasing fragrances and offensive odours-
A melting cauldron of a variety of emotions;
The mirror threatens me with my own image!
Doubt at times whether I walk
With two or more legs, speak or whine;
I am clear you don't believe what he says-
Yet the wheel of this world
Has no other way to grind!
Yes, I reflect in you
And you in me, is it not?

poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Inside Out

OUTSIDE
is the laughter,
INSIDE
is same laughter

i am the same
inside out, but sometimes

OUTSIDE
the rain pours out like the tears of the widow
INSIDE
the heart copes up with the stillness of the pond without the fish.

OUTSIDE
the laughter subsides
INSIDE
the crying begins

when we meet
since i do not want to share my grief
I am no longer the same
INSIDE OUT.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shaken

Your shaken with grief
Your shaken by death
Your shaken with horror
Your shaken with the cold
But no matter how you feel, life must go on
The word will not stop and wait for you
After all you are human
You are afraid you will be laughed at
Remember that everyone is entitle to there opinion
And you to yours
Move on and don’t look back in the darker days when you were shaken by grief, death, horror, and cold
Death, horror, and grief you have no control of it
But you have control of your emotions, feelings, and fears
Put a little laughter in your life
Learn to laugh from the inside out
Behind the mask you hide your face so no one can see how you feel
You are afraid of your fears and don’t want other people to know how You feel
It’s okay to feel the way you feel
Remove the mask from your face and let your fears and feelings be shown

poem by Aldo Kraas
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[[[[[[[[[[[[*_*]]]]]what Really is Life? ]]]]]]]

Life is a fantasy, a mixture of illusions
life is a problem with really no solution
life is a treasure unimportant to many
life is a begger mostly for penny
life is a trail which one must pass
life is a choice which always never lasts
life is series of collision with the future
it is no the sum of what we have been but what we yearn to be.....*-*

poem by Manahil Shafiq
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The Smell Of My Emotions

these emotions are scents,
they long, for your perfume,
that time, when you were
beside me, i want to hold you
and kiss you, nothing metaphorical
about a kiss, like lips, like
tips, tongues, are tongues,
tasting like you, and your emotions,
they give me a trail,
domesticating me to your
heart, a home, but not
for me, it is you, and i know,
i cannot have, but just beside
you, in this car, this journey,
that i mumble, for how long,
i know, it will be forever,
this longing, this dream,
of one, of wholeness,
i remain, incomplete, i have
hands but they are still,
like posts, with lights
on an evening, and you
are below me, as i provide
the light, and then you
walk away, just like that,
just like that, just like that,
there is no breath for me
there is no place.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Before I met you

Before I met you I had laughter
A sane one, the laughter that you hear
In the usual cafes, in the market,

Then I asked for your name, we gazed
You showed you like my gaze, you liked
The way I talk, and I could sense it the
Way you gaze, the way you talked to me,

Like we have become two mirrors looking
At each other, like we have become two
Hands complimenting each other’s hold,

Like we have become two lips nearing
For the kiss to seal our emptiness, but
Then I close my eyes and see that it
is not you, and it is not me, in that
Moment, we see two strangers scared,

Two strangers scared in the darkness
Where we hid our two equal emotions,
We both remember the freshness of

Two mirror wounds and we compromise,

We are not; we are not really ready for this.

I get back to my laughter, the one before I met you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hope in Heaven's Day

Grief be mine, I ask you so,
If not for you, I wouldn't know,
How life once was and then be still,
How so precious, that death do steal.
Because that grief, won't go away,
Learn to let it have its way.
The link to love, a precious one,
Is met with grief and still not done.
The days do come, and nights do go,
Grief will stay as time is so.
And so a loved one passes on,
And grief comes in and carries on.
Does grief get better, I will ask,
It's hard to say, while at its task.
There is grief to help us cope,
There is God to give us hope.
Grief will surely go away,
On that glorious heaven's day.
But while its here, there's just one thing,
Pray our Lord, for peace he'll bring.

poem by Arlene Dery
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Capsule Of Joy

Not sugar coated
Not soaked in colours
Not packed by silver papers
But it comes from the heart
In its purest mixture
Capsulated by laughter
Coded by rhymes and music
Mesmerized by goodness
Intoxicated by love underserved.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Looking For Sugar!

following the trail of the ants,
past empty factory buildings.
past fields not planted.
past vacant store fronts.
past cars up on blocks,
and signs yelling 'for rent'...
following the trail of the ants,
looking for sugar!
following the trail of the sun,
from day unto night.
from family to forsaken.
from home to the road.
from god to the faces
that ring like haunted church bells,
following the trail of the sun...
looking for sugar!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Small Mourning Pieces

No time to prepare
Shoved over cliff by sorrows
Float down now, gently

Grief comes as strong waves
Tide that never seems to ebb
Let it wash your soul

Nasty Opponent
Grief punches all breath away
Never a fair fight

No time for Heroes
Pain strips away a brave face
Wear no mask for now

Heavy stones of grief
Lighten them with memories
Friendships ease the load

Recipe for grief
Fold laughter into sorrow
Make a grief soufflé

Someone, unseen, cares
Patting shoulder from afar
Dwell in gentle thoughts

Some point you forward
Others put words in your mouth
Follow your own voice

Walking in grief's field
Plant dark flowers in the ground
Teardrops are the rains

Morning light is harsh
Wander away from sadness
Dreams infuse the night

poem by Mary Havran
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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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