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Poem Details | by Joanna Davis |
Categories: culture, encouraging, family, food, funny, happiness, health, inspirational, life, people, uplifting,

Soul Food

Bagels and baguettes
Bap or fried bake,
The fruits of the flour
are easy to make

Chollah, chapatti, 
Cinnamon bun.
These global delights,
make eating such fun.

Filled with Caribbean sweet meat
like Guava jam,
Scottish smoked salmon; 
Or Danish roast ham.

Add a fresh fruit salad,
Some sparkling wine,
A candle, red roses and  
you’re ready to dine.

Joanna Davis

Poem Details | by Michael Dom |
Categories: bullying, kids,

It Ain'T Funny To Bully

What I was told; my parents scold
“You be good and do as your told!”
Thought I, “Other kids don’t do that!”
They have great fun no matter what
They have been told.

So I had fun and I grew bold
I teased one kid, I called him fat
Some puny kid, I knocked him flat!
Then someone told.

My father called, my blood ran cold
I felt my tummy start to fold
One look at me and then he spat
“You boy are being a little brat”
He spanked me until my tears rolled
My mother said, with arms-a-fold
"Do as your told."

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny, halloween, , cute,

The Ex-Halloweener's New Disguise

It’s Halloween. . . Come rain or sleet, I’m sure to hear small goblin feet come clamoring up each porch stair that leads them to my door, and there they’ll hold up bags, call, “Trick or Treat!” I used to find this night so sweet. But what a nuisance now to greet those kids and have to leave my lair! It’s Halloween. When young, I’d stay out, wild and fleet And smartly dressed, skip down each street. But now, since I can hardly wear cute little costumes. . . . it’s a BEAR those kids who climb my steps will meet! It’s Halloween! For The Ultimate Halloween Contest Poetry Contest of Russell Sivey

Poem Details | by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories: anxiety, art, humor, humorous, hyperbole,

The Black Cat

The sky  is stark, the air is cool and still
The black cat’s  run, the birds unfold all day
I sit  down here and with my totty pray
Ye cast o’ foolish thoughts, you raped my will.
We’ve  each enraged the bureaucratic mill.
Oh frigid purse, I never meant to pay!
The sky ‘s  a-spark, the air is warm and shrill
The saturnine demoted  knelled their way
With this feathered pounce, my sample quill,
I  cite the cheque and date it for next May.
Oh, tit for cat, the tiger’s  bed ‘s astray.
Yer  life is settled by  a  harlot’s will
The sky ‘s a shark, the air is sharper still.

Poem Details | by Joanna Davis |
Categories: childhood, children, friendship, funny, happiness, inspirational, uplifting, smile,


Joanna davis 

A smile can bring a breath of fresh air
to a heart that’s been broken
or a soul in despair

A smile needs no sound
Sometimes your mouth will open
and you teeth shine out

A smile is infectious
just look and see...
I think you’ve just caught
that crater from me!

Poem Details | by Mydavolu Venkatasesha Sathyanarayana |
Categories: funny, day, day, mirror,

My Mirror Grinned

My mirror grinned at my first grey
With rearing youth, it’s my first fray
Disturbed, with care I plucked that bane
Next day to find one more, again
I cried and sighed and went astray

That’s how began my darkest day
With whitest hair and day by day
At deepening my fear and pain
My mirror grinned

With no concern at my dismay
Went on my hair, to well betray
With more and more albescent strains;
Until one day remarked Miss Jane
I looked smarter with that new grey!
My mirror grinned

Poem Details | by Elizabeth Wyler |
Categories: anti bullying, bullying, computer, humor, political, society, technology,

A Tribe of Trolls

A Tribe of Trolls

A tribe of trolls escaped their cage! 
Now rabid wrath and rancor rage.
Hurling hurt from hidden hellholes
(most notably, their toilet bowls),
they flush their filth across your page …

Anonymity sets the stage
for word-“warriors” who rampage
as today’s internet unrolls
a tribe of trolls …

Let’s hail the stone-age cyber sage,
“bravely” mounting his mouse to wage
invectives with the screens he scrolls.
Unmask their names!  Expose the trolls!
Let public shaming disengage
a tribe of trolls.  

E. V. Wyler

Poem Details | by Bette Bavington |
Categories: cute, funny, girlfriend, hilarious, humorous, life, love,

Made Me Laugh

This guy declared I will knock
At your door even if I become a laughingstock.
I am thankful you live on the first floor
I don't want to cause an uproar
Or send you in to shock.
I feel we have interlocked.
I am like a male peacock
Declaring my love to whom I adore.
He declared I will knock
Furthermore according to my clock
I have been out here an hour waiting for you to 
Turn the lock.
I implore
You please to open the door.
Hello! There jock. Your girlfriend lives on the
Next block.
Why don't you go over there and knock.

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: children, funny,

Who Loves Laughter

Who loves laughter...
more than I on days of bright sun?
Who loves laughter...
besides clowns inventing cool jokes?
They seem kids having lots of fun!
Ever seen them shoot a fake gun?
Who loves laughter?

Entered in Dr. Ram's contest,
" Rondelet Contest "
Written by Andrew Crisci

Poem Details | by Jan Allison |
Categories: how i feel, humor, humorous, poetry, writing,

Am I a Poet

Am I a poet ...let me see Iambic verse it’s Greek to me I don’t rate Shakespeare he’s a bore and writing sonnets I abhor yet, I try to write poetry I’ll write beside the azure sea or when I’m sipping breakfast tea I’ve never been arty before ... am I a poet? I won’t take negativity I’ll bring some fun and can’t agree humor is bad - show me the law, and those who mock me I’ll ignore I pen daft rhymes, just let me be - am I a poet? Rondeau Poetry Contest Sponsored by Charles Messina 88888, 8885, 888885 checked with how many syllables 7/31/19

Poem Details | by Mark Anthony Bartolo |
Categories: funny, parody,

Bad Breath

In Flanders fields your bad breath blows
Between the crosses, row on row.
That, marked your place, and above all
The larks barely singing then fall
Scarce heard amid the masks below

I feel the Dead. Short days ago,
They lived, felt dusk, saw tide waves flow
Loved and were loved, until your call
In Flanders fields

Get some duct tape for the foe
To you from sickly hands we throw
Some pegs for my nose to build the wall
If ye break faith with us who crawl
We cannot sleep as your bad breath blows
In Flanders fields

Parody based on John McCrae's 'In Flanders Fields'

Poem Details | by Gail Manwell |
Categories: funny, humor, irony, me, poetry, satire, vanity,

Failed Attempt At Humor

You can’t understand how that sounds.
You laugh, but you look like clowns.
Don’t repeat the joke. Don’t assail
my ears with what you would call a humorous tale.
I don’t have the patience for this. My head pounds.

I’d rather eat coffee grounds
than listen to your waste of nouns.
But heaven forbid you notice this detail.
	You can’t understand.

Your obliviousness astounds.
It begins to escape the bounds
of what reality should entail.
Yet you seem infinitely able to exhale
nonsense. There is so much about you which confounds.
	You can’t understand.