Humor Poems
The Apple Of My Eye
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Every time I think of you my hands began to shake.
My knees begin to wobble and my head begins to ache.
You caused me nothing but trouble and I often wondered why.
I was good to you and I loved you so. You were the apple of my eye.
It started on the afternoon of the 23rd of May.
You were dating a boy named Anderson
but your game he couldn’t play.
Then when you saw me you fell in love
and you still love me today.
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Now they’ve really done it – In Trump’s own words on being impeached
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
They said they would do it
And done it they did,
But little they know
They’ve lifted the lid.
The kettle is boiling,
The heat never more,
I’m ready and waiting
To even the score.
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The Golden Years
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Another year older
Another year gone,
A little more wisdom,
Can that be too wrong?
A few more fine wrinkles,
A dark spot or two,
Expressions pronounced
Through the skin’s darker hue.
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Is it over yet?
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Is it over, is it really now over,
Are we just dreaming or simply misled,
Can we resume the rest of our lives
Outside these four walls and the shade of our bed.
Can we now fill our lungs with fresh air
Breathing no longer through layers of cloth,
Or must we endure that little while longer
Protected indoors, cocooned like a moth.
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Now Here Comes Their Bleating – in Trump’s own words upon acquittal
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
So many words, such boring waffle
Posturing peacocks, whispering snakes,
Actions so twisted doubtful if lawful
A bunch of connivers, dithering flakes.
In the House which they rule
They pointed and frowned
Lectures unending as if back at school,
Comments unwelcomed, arguments drowned.
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I'm just starting - in Trumps own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Everything I've touched has turned to gold,
A feeling that never gets too worn or old,
I savor every moment, every win,
With my opponents stuck in their unsightly bin.
The more they shout and flail their arms,
The more my inner soul it calms,
Their din is music to my ears,
It gives me pep; it takes off years.
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"Humor"
by Mario Odekerken
De sok zat aan mijn hand,
de koffie in de plant.
Ochtendlogica,
nooit te vertrouwen,
maar altijd trouw aanwezig.
Humor
by Mario Odekerken
The sock was on my hand,
the coffee in the plant.
Morning logic,
never to be trusted,
yet always faithfully present.
Love Notes from the Fur-Covered Couch
by Nai'a Safir
Dear cherished companion, sweet and true,
Each day I give my thanks to you,
For all the special ways you share,
Your loving presence everywhere.
Such artistry in every shed,
From kitchen floor to cozy bed.
Your fur adorns my morning feast,
Like snowflakes falling, never ceased.
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Dragonfly
by Joe Cyr
A dragonfly is delicate and beautiful,
with gossamer wings and body bright.
Flying up or down, ahead or back – so fanciful,
it darts about on zigzag paths in flight.
All in all, dragonflies seem cool and neat
except to the bug it’s just about to eat!
