Laughter Poems
Sun
by Michael Palmer
Write this. We have burned all their villages
Write this. We have burned all the villages and the people in them
Write this. We have adopted their customs and their manner of dress
Write this. A word may be shaped like a bed, a basket of tears or an X
In the notebook it says, It is the time of mutations, laughter at jokes,
secrets beyond the boundaries of speech
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Home
by Mary Daly
Home is such a little word,
Which covers such a lot,
From the old man in his easy chair,
To the baby in his cot.
It doesn't have to be a place,
Of antiques, gold or splendor,
Just a simple little cottage,
Full of joy, and truth, and candour.
Where from understanding parents,
You learn, the right from wrong.
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Night
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
A pale enchanted moon is sinking low
Behind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea,
And there is haunted starlight on the flow
Of immemorial sea.
I am alone and need no more pretend
Laughter or smile to hide a hungry heart;
I walk with solitude as with a friend
Enfolded and apart.
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1914 V: The Soldier
by Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
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Lot's Wife
by Wislawa Szymborska
They say I looked back out of curiosity.
But I could have had other reasons.
I looked back mourning my silver bowl.
Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap.
So I wouldn't have to keep staring at the righteous nape
of my husband Lot's neck.
From the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead
he wouldn't so much as hesitate.
From the disobedience of the meek.
Checking for pursuers.
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Playful (A day in the life of a child)
by Sharon Morgan
Laughing, skipping, jumping, jesting,
Frolicking, rolling, no time for resting
Prodding, poking, running, racing
Pulling faces, grabbing, chasing.
Dancing, prancing, giggling, teasing
Sprinting, trotting breathless, wheezing
Sitting, resting, laying sleeping
Until tomorrow’s alarm is bleeping.
A Beautiful Little Fool
by Christen Kuikoua
In her smile, my heart takes flight, making me a beautiful little fool.
Since she stepped into my life, everything's rewritten, everything's cool.
Her presence, a gift that transforms mundane into a sweet surprise,
Turning ordinary days into moments that money can't buy.
With every curve of her lips, my world's painted in hues so bright,
I find myself dancing through days and dreaming through the night.
Her laughter, a melody that plays in the background of my days,
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The Mystery of Laughters
by Peter Dr Lim
Laughter-
how many types
can you spot
and explain
how and why
each is different?
Euphoria
by Sharon Morgan
It’s like being on the cusp of victory
The finishing line is clearly within your grasp
The path is clear and ever bright
Ahead of you, there is no one in sight
Intense excitement is building at every second
Convinced that you will win
This elated feeling of happiness
Is rising from within
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It wasn't me!
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Every time I do a smell
I think it's cool, somehow just swell,
I turn around and look to see
If they caught on it was me.
I cast a frown and act confused
For all to know I'm quite bemused,
I quickly learned this is the key
To then bleat out...it wasn't me!
I feign a gaze of sad and hurt
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