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Best Poems About / On LAUGHTER
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Questions
Never heard happier laughter.
Where did you hear it?
Somwhere in the future.
Very far in the future?
No, not far, but near. American
Laughter. Listen,
From this laughter tumbling in a river
We will make our peace (true peace)
our wealth (true wealth)
And our justice (true justice).
Genevieve Taggard
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The Few
Within this small building a Spirit dwells,
This Spirit, dynamic, is a force that propels
There, the laughter is much and the friends are true,
Whistling while they work, the hurdles are few
But when the day draws near,
Tears replace laughter, and friendship with fear
But the Spirit of the few is strong,
They pick themselves up and keep moving along
For the few who pull through, the rewards are great,
The few stand up proud and illuminate
After the storm, the laughter returns,
But the Spirit, unchanging, had never adjourned
Cory Fox
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Love-Ward Haiku
unperturbed
pushed ever onward
love-ward
her hair
curls & coils
like laughter made visible
left behind
in the wake of
perfume & laughter
sun shines
through her skirt
her beauty so transparent
jumping
out of her eyes
her laughter
as tangled
as their lovers
bicycles on the grass
my fingertip
traces your signature
enjoys your curves
Valentine Day card
paper cut
my heart bleeds for her
pert behind
peering out of a too short skirt
the flimsiest excuse of a knickers
Dσnall Dempsey
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Perspective
Gossamer castles on shifting sand
Charred dreams and life interrupted
Accompanied by smirks at what is done
Like a butcher proffering chops
Freshly bloodied from his ministrations
Damn your world
For I have become a Pan
Following my Muse's crystal laughter
As some ethereal windchime
In consort with honeysuckle scented night breeze
Riffling and snapping pennants
that attend the arrival of Arthur (or Merlin)
There are new things for these old bones to feel
Lightning licked bedrooms
Echoing to thunder felt not heard
Staccato rain on mist webbed windows
Simultaneous crescendos and laughter
Always laughter
So DAMN YOU
Keep your twisted world with all its supplicants
They are few and getting fewer
I shun that which you hold so dear
I prefer the company of wolves
jim smith
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