Best Humor Poems

not much chance,
completely cut loose from
purpose,
he was a young man
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I greet a woman
For beauty
In body and in soul
I know her heart
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I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death
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Tsars, Kings, Emperors,
sovereigns of all the earth,
have commanded many a parade,
but they could not command humor.
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Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing
Now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind

Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace
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(Español)
Hombres necios que acusáis
a la mujer sin razón,
sin ver que sois la ocasión
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When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
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I

Scattered rocks lie
beneath the moss-covered boulder.
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This institution,
perhaps one should say enterprise
out of respect for which
one says one need not change one's mind
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Speaking of marvels, I am alive
together with you, when I might have been
alive with anyone under the sun,
when I might have been Abelard's woman
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I’m an American. So you know I KNOW about equality, right?
And I’m married. I strive for spousal equality with all my might!
Let me share with you how I help to keep my marriage EQUAL.
I’m so good at it that this is my 3rd marriage sequel.
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1
We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.
Who in May admire trees flowering
Are better than those who perished.
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I
This is a schoolyard
crowded
with children
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In dead night Long ring on land line
Woke me up suddenly from sleep fine,
I was not drunk or had taken wine
Eyes remained half open with light’s shine
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An acquaintance at Los Alamos Labs
who engineers weapons
black x’d a mark where I live
on his office map.
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Kanav Justa suggested I share my pizza with PoemHunter friends,
but I’ve found, when trying to send real pizza, my wife’s computer bends.
So you PoemHunter friends will have to settle for.... slices of my thoughts.
You’ll have to settle for “Poetic Pizza” Pieces my mind and pen have wrought.
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~ OMNI PERVADING MOTHER ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
April 28,2010.
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I saw a lonely cloud one day.
It looked small beyond the Bay.
I tried to find a second and failed,
even though I looked each way.
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The love that fate, in humor,
May grant a younger heart.
Will keep it pure and wholesome,
Though It's been torn apart.
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a women.
delicate.
strong.
beautiful.
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No man should stand before the moon
To make sweet song thereon,
With dandified importance,
His sense of humor gone.
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Knowing you might some day come
and how unprepared I’ve always
been
like Mr. Sloppy
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Another armored animal–scale
lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they
form the uninterrupted central
tail row! This near artichoke with head and legs and
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Sitting quietly in my too-fancy chair, I hear classical music now fill the air.
[It's a rare evening during which my wife and I don't a movie share.]
Now the music's stopped coming from down the hall; I did enjoy it.
I believe my wife's at her computer in the "office"; she, the music, did employ it
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Read careful gents
I am about to divulge a hidden secret
The secret list of what a lady finds appealing
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Our true friendship isn't what I see with my eyes,
it is felt within my heart.

When there is trust, understanding, loyalty, and sharing.
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skin seems roasted by scorching rays
sky is burning by heat of summer
sultry weather remembers autumn’s flow
anger never reels through by fear of love.
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You have your game-face on again;
The don’t-mess-with-me face that comes
With its own combative attitude.
Not pleased with being pleased,
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In my young years I took pride in the fact that luck was called a lady. In fact, there were so few public acknowledgments of the female presence that I felt personally honored whenever nature and large ships were referred to as feminine. But as I matured, I began to resent being considered a sister to a changeling as fickle
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Children running into izba,
Calling father, dripping sweat:
'Daddy, daddy! come - there is a
Deadman caught inside our net.'
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I ran up six flights of stairs
to my small furnished room
opened the window
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Between me and the sunset, like a dome
Against the glory of a world on fire,
Now burned a sudden hill,
Bleak, round, and high, by flame-lit height made higher,
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NURSE

Our mistress bids me with all speed to call
Aegisthus to the strangers, that he come
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(AMSTERDAM, 1645)


And there you are again, now as you are.
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the wind whispers
a wary warning
There was plenty, still
early this morning
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There’s a truth limits man
A truth prevents his going any farther
The world is changing
The world knows it’s changing
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Sacred to peace, within a wood's recess,
A blest retreat, where courtiers never press,
A temple stands, where art did never try
With pompous wonders to enchant the eye;
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★ Her Eyes

☆ Poetry by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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For those who love to curl up
after a long day of work
in an overstuffed arm chair
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Lays of Mystery,
Imagination, and Humor

Number 1
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She had been through so much,
Still, the cancer had spread
Now six weeks into treatment
She's confined to her bed.　
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Finished contemplating

cap list tassle proud
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©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai 3Oct2015
A magnificent 'gandharva' wedding
Planned in the night sky
Sun, and Moon in groom's attire,
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Up from the street and the crowds that went,
Morning and midnight, to and fro,
Still was the room where his days he spent,
And the stars were bleak, and the nights were slow.
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The dark lantern of world sadness has cast its shadow upon the land.

We stumble into our misery on leaden feet.

Our minds seek to comprehend the unknowable and our hearts seek to
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The ghost of Ninon would be sorry now
To laugh at them, were she to see them here,
So brave and so alert for learning how
To fence with reason for another year.
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To My Granddaughter...

I’ve traveled paths you’ve yet to walk
Learned lessons old and new
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To Humor

You cannot love, my pretty heart, and why?
There was a time you told me that you would;
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Died of a cat, May, 1878.



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XIII

To Mr. H. Lawes, on his Aires.
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A woman runs around the house all day
Thinking 'This night, I'll play,
I'll tickle his fancy when he gets home.
After all, I've cleaned, cooked, all alone.'
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I

I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town
Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig,
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Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot
In the King’s garden, coughed and followed him;
Whereat he turned and stood with folded arms
And weary-waiting eyes, cold and half-closed—
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Don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.
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I, too, at length discerned great Hercules' energy mighty,--
Saw his shade. He himself was not, alas, to be seen.
Round him were heard, like the screaming of birds,
the screams of tragedians,
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In the old days (a custom laid aside
With breeches and cocked hats) the people sent
Their wisest men to make the public laws.
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If A veteran author had wished to engage
Our assistance to-day, for a speech from the stage,
We scarce should have granted so bold a request:
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She knows that he loves her,
Yet she wants it more pronounced.
While she works at home in silence,
Wants him always to be around.
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on Mulberry and Spring on a rainy night.
Her head sticks out of some woman’s tote bag
placed on top of the bar, she winks
at Ang Tunay na Lalaki. He looks at his gin and tonic,
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Experienced a third bigger earthquake recently but this poem I wrote for a smaller earthquake years ago)

My first trivial tremor experience had been in Southern Africa
And now this puny earthquake I felt in Tanzania.
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Thelema's lively, all admire
Her charms, but she's too full of fire;
Impatience ever racks her breast,
Her heart a stranger is to rest.
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She says modernity goes
Literature is a collage earthen
New names brought to the village
Hundred years in amnesia
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I don't dare speak too loudly,
some timbres could be fatal--

that string is not too strong
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I was at a loss for words to describe
the discomfort of my missing wisdom teeth,
so, I turned to prayer.
With a plea of 'just four more to reach thirty-two',
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Raschi of Troyes, the Moon of Israel,
The authoritative Talmudist, returned
From his wide wanderings under many skies,
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Welcome to the Colosseum
Where pain is pleasure and it is our pleasure to be of service
Lay back on the rack
The waxing poetics are hot and the iced humor is very dry
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i wish to reveal a most precious thing
as Spring Equinox has begun
my dearest Daddy's Birthday is done
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There was a little turtle named George
On his food he would always gorge
He popped out of his shell
And said what the hell
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Jeremiah Dickson was a true-blue American,
For he was a little boy who understood America, for he felt that he must
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The two men
walk together like overgrown boys,
a jaunty humor jingling between them.
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To hurt the Negro and avoid the Jew
Is the curriculum. In mid-September
The entering boys, identified by hats,
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Through you the secret was revealed to the human intellect
That innumerable enigmas are solved by human intellect

You were the complete soul, literary assembly was your body
You adorned as well as remained veiled from the assembly
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Some of you think you know me well,
but I doubt you do. Now I will tell …
‘the way it is'.
My life that is, specifically that I AM shy ….,
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Weep for the martyr! Strew his bier
With the last roses of the year;
Shadow the land with sables; knell
The harsh-tongued, melancholy bell;
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'Midst the men and things which will
Haunt an old man's memory still,
Drollest, quaintest of them all,
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A fairy ring
Drawn in the crimson of a battle-plain --
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Long after there were none of them alive
About the place—where there is now no place
But a walled hole where fruitless vines embrace
Their parent skeletons that yet survive
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Speak to me, Moon, of what you see.
Oh! I forgot; you CAN'T see. Pardon me.

Then speak to me, Moon, of what you hear.
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Twain? Oh, yes, I’ve heard Mark Twain
Heard him down to Pleasant Plain;
Funny? Yes, I guess so. Folks
Seemed to laugh loud at his jokes—
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Have you ever had this horrid ordeal:
listening to a learning-musician feel …
his or her way through a new selection, ]
striving every H O U R to reach music-perfection?
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Close to holidays these are my few thoughts of
Gratitude and delight that poets and poetry ignite.

It is like a visit to and from a dear friend of graceful beauty
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Once upon a time, in a deep valley,
There lived a young shepherd with a flat belly.

He roamed the fields, tending his flock,
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I don't dine in five-star restaurants; no frills I need while eating;
I've no desire for a waitress to help me with my.......seating.
But, in seeking new poem titles, it may seem I search the dregs*;
today I found 'Paper Frills Decorative Holders for Turkey Legs'.
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NOTE.—Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814. The marriage—so far as he was concerned at any rate—appears to have been satisfactory.


Now you have read them all; or if not all,
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Dusk shall soon overtake the pale blue sky & the sun shall 'set'.
Since I submitted NO December showcase, you now shall GET....
....a January showcase in TWO PARTS, with poems I've favored....
....here on P-H and now share with YOU....so they may be savored...
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“I SPEAK TO THEE OF LIGHT”

The Master spoke…
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A fairy ring
Drawn in the crimson of a battle-plain --
From whose weird circle every loathsome thing
And sight and sound of pain
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It was my darling daughter's wedding day,
and, though NOT 'pure', she wore white.
She would have eloped if I'd had MY way;
I'd rather have been flying …. a damn kite.
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I was cruising the candy aisles at my local
Wall-Mart. I was looking for a sweet thing,
whilst pushing my cart. Then out of nowhere
she caught my eye. Now there's my kind of
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Kept up by relays of generations young
Never dies at halyards the blithe chorus sung;
While in sands, sounds, and seas where the
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"I Have sacrificed all," thou sayest, "that man I might succor;
Vain the attempt; my reward was persecution and hate."
Shall I tell thee, my friend, how I to humor him manage?
Trust the proverb! I ne'er have been deceived by it yet.
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ANOTHER METHOD

OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP
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For October 2022, A Poem Showcase From Bri Edwards, To Share With You …..[ Includes Authors, Titles, Bri's Notes On Poems ]

Bri's introductory poem to the ‘showcase':
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NO lowly frog ‘prince' am I, my dear,
but a KING! Have I made that clear! ?
AND I'm not so lonely as you may think,
as little female frogs lead me to the brink …
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Doc said: "Bri, your eye is diseased;
therefore it must ….soon come out."
I told her to do as she pleased.
"Ok, Doc, I won't cry or shout."
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Some men there be which like my method well
And much commend the strangeness of my vein;
Some say I have a passing pleasing strain;
Some say that im my humor I excel;
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Our poet has never as yet
Esteemed it proper or fit
To detain you with a long
Encomiastic song
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It was a dichtomy of forces---
That shattered our 'ship'...
An ego enlarged and self-centered...
That stung like a lash from a whip! ;
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A Word about Vermillion*

The Sioux Falls (SD) Argus Leader
Often presents our fair city
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