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death, me, giggle,
When I die, will you wail and cry?
Or grin and do the dance of the Beagle?
Will you touch my skin to feel cold setting in,
As my blood is congealing.
Will you raise my lids to view pupils wide
verifying my organs stopped working?
Now on the phone, will you pretend to sad moan,
While holding in a giggle and wriggle?
As I float to my deserving place,
My spirit cannot inform you, my Beloved’s face.
You will follow me as if we’re tethered.
By infection I was claimed, no visuals to say,
that you shouldn’t have touched me at all.
funny, life, loss
You'll be missed,
You will always be remembered.
All those good times
I had because of you.
I regret this loss
More than any.
Goodbye, social life.
You'll be missed.
funny, loss, nostalgia,
Once, something we took for granted
Now gone, forever to be mourned.
My source of awesome anime has been transplanted.
Cartoon Network, you face an enemy scorned!
Though it's been so long I still miss it. RIP Tom.
adventure, anti bullying, bereavement, conflict, freedom, hilarious, satire,
Ha- haa our community has reared a bull
As it moves from the kraal it charges
Against a tree, a rock, and anything
When the moon peeps it charges at it
When the sun rises it sneezes at it
When cloud swims above it raises dust
Wanting to jump and touch the sky
Giggling like a ghost when darkness knocks
You meet such bulls in grazing lands
Day in, day out busy charging at all
Sometimes with tongues poked out,
Releasing hot dung in water they drink
Generations in and out the game continues
With futile action of polished dust
This land of humans with rationalism aside
Is rich in polished dust more than all
art, crazy, funny, philosophy, suicide,
Prof. Twittie died from an
experiment; like and unlike Socrates, he intentionally
took hemlock, to see how the afterlife looks like
He intended to return
to the physical world after his
observations, which he didn't
For a century now, no one following
Prof. Twittie’s school of thought
has yet dared to take poison,
in order to return with Prof. Twittie
back to the physical world,
and finally conclude their findings
in pen and print
farewell, for him, humor,
There once was a gnome named Jerome
Who made a herb garden his home.
One day as he frolicked,
He slipped and fell on some garlic
And was instantly killed when a clove cleft his dome.
The sad news of Jerome spread as far north as Nome,
And there was weeping and wailing from gnomes 'cross the foam.
When I learned what transpired,
Re the way he expired,
It inspired me to proffer this "po'm" for Jerome:
Here lies our dear comrade Jerome
'neath his garden's herbivorous loam.
If he'd played "farmer in the dill",
He'd be up here with us still
'stead of filling a 3 x 6 hole, his new home.
Entered in Jay Narain's Humorous Poems Contest
July 5, 2023
education, family, children, funny, history, introspection, lost love, me,
She could feel it in her bones.
Chills promising her she would
would never be alone.
I cried the night he left, he
just went away leaving me with
a scar of sweet memories. I held
him dear to me he was the only one
who I had led to my heart and opened
He didn't deserve it, oh no he didn't
But he was the one she loved and as the
tears dropped she turned to stone.
Poor Mister Boots is lying dead,
A porcelain feline near his head.
He climbed the shelf to better see
What that peculiar thing could be.
He slipped, they fell,
And that was that,
'twas thus a curio killed the cat.
L MILTON HANKINS
Here lies Jodie Catherine Lynn Fox
Slipped and fell in a patch of phlox
Hit her head on a stone
There she lay silent prone
We put her remains in a new frocked box
Written June 2, 2022
death, death of a friend, deep, heartbroken, hilarious, horror, sad,
Hands keep stave
And image turn horror
Now separated from earth
Far away you are carried
By the ungrateful
And deceitful death
No breath, no voice nor feeling
In the lake of tears I watch the scene
Hope your soul be in the right hand
And your memory book keeps my name
Though you left me in this ungrateful and painful world,
It is no longer the earth he created
And tell Jesus we await his return
Because earth is turning into hell.
I call my weeping messenger.
L MILTON HANKINS
Here lies Miss Miriam Alicia Lee Snyder
A well-known neighborhood insider
She fell into a large vat of apple cider
Not covered by her life insurance rider.
Written June 3, 2022
Jessica Amanda Salmonson
animal, bird, cat, humor, humorous, silly,
Ty Tot Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat
Ty Tid! Ty Tid!
Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat!