#chuckle - Hello Poetry

Step by step. O Woman, the Guardian Angel of my heart I would follow you to the road of happiness I would make enormous sacrifices to join your path I implore you to have absolutely no doubt I’ll find you because I love you so much, I love you I won't care about all varieties of problems Remember the beautiful song by Alain Barrière I will cross borders and break down barriers To exhume you, cherish you and love you more As was done throughout the ages Until you come back to me, until you ultimately come back You and I will never, never have peace Step by step, bit by bit, little or big step You and I will be together under a new roof. Despite the tides, winds and hurricanes: I love you And I shall neither scream and nor shout that I love you. Woman, woman of my heart, if you did not come back Step by step, I would search the encyclopedias of secrets To find the door to your heart and the key to your soul I will bravely cross all borders. O Woman! Woman of my being, I am ready to be criticized Castigated, censored, cannonaded, even crucified and nailed As was done throughout the ages To resurrect love and love you more I exhort you to nourish no, no doubt Since you will be alone on my path, on my road. Until you come back to me, until you ultimately come back You and I will never, never have peace Step by step, bit by bit, small or giant step You and I shall carry the same cross together. Despite rain, wind and thunder: I love you And I shall chuckle, laugh, and smile because I love you. P.S. Tribute to Alain Bellec (Barrière), a great singer and poet. Translation of my poem‘ Si tu ne me revenais’. Copyright © December 2004, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

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Dec 22, 2024

Dec 22, 2024 at 8:46 PM UTC

60Etncelles60

Until You Ultimately Come Back

Step by step. O Woman, the Guardian Angel of my heart I would follow you to the road of happiness I would make enormous sacrifices to join your path I implore you to have absolutely no doubt I’ll find you because I love you so much, I love you I won't care about all varieties of problems Remember the beautiful song by Alain Barrière I will cross borders and break down barriers To exhume you, cherish you and love you more As was done throughout the ages Until you come back to me, until you ultimately come back You and I will never, never have peace Step by step, bit by bit, little or big step You and I will be together under a new roof. Despite the tides, winds and hurricanes: I love you And I shall neither scream and nor shout that I love you. Woman, woman of my heart, if you did not come back Step by step, I would search the encyclopedias of secrets To find the door to your heart and the key to your soul I will bravely cross all borders. O Woman! Woman of my being, I am ready to be criticized Castigated, censored, cannonaded, even crucified and nailed As was done throughout the ages To resurrect love and love you more I exhort you to nourish no, no doubt Since you will be alone on my path, on my road. Until you come back to me, until you ultimately come back You and I will never, never have peace Step by step, bit by bit, small or giant step You and I shall carry the same cross together. Despite rain, wind and thunder: I love you And I shall chuckle, laugh, and smile because I love you. P.S. Tribute to Alain Bellec (Barrière), a great singer and poet. Translation of my poem‘ Si tu ne me revenais’. Copyright © December 2004, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

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I'm not very picky, unless faced with: Icky, sticky, pumpkin! Oh! How I glower! When faced with that sour, Slimy, stringy, slush! So I groan, And I moan, Then I run. My arms flailing! My feet, slap, slap, slapping, The cold, hard, floor. 'Till a hand grasps my shoulder, And I'm dragged to the table.. Then, I'm pushed into a chair, And a spoons pushed into my hand, And that foul mush, is pushed into the spoon. That is forced down, down, down, My gagging, unwilling, throat.

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Mar 2, 2021

Mar 2, 2021 at 3:56 PM UTC

Keli_

Pumpkin

I'm not very picky, unless faced with: Icky, sticky, pumpkin! Oh! How I glower! When faced with that sour, Slimy, stringy, slush! So I groan, And I moan, Then I run. My arms flailing! My feet, slap, slap, slapping, The cold, hard, floor. 'Till a hand grasps my shoulder, And I'm dragged to the table.. Then, I'm pushed into a chair, And a spoons pushed into my hand, And that foul mush, is pushed into the spoon. That is forced down, down, down, My gagging, unwilling, throat.

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I put out ANu ad for aMuse The first girl to ANswer hANded me ANude Wow, Jesus, dude... I don't know what to do... I was just looking for a chuckle or two.

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Aug 21, 2018

Aug 21, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC

A-NU_0LD_POET

ANude Girl

I put out ANu ad for aMuse The first girl to ANswer hANded me ANude Wow, Jesus, dude... I don't know what to do... I was just looking for a chuckle or two.

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All Joe king aside Humor iz vital stove topface component to survive the cares and concerns oven uncertain culinary future, that presages over heating of this planet concomitant with extinction per the human race. Many gauges point toward an irrevocable debacle where the evolutionary timer seems to tick, head, and (hmm… more like barreling) toward becoming a cooked goose. An ear splitting ruth less buzzer will be an impossible mission to clap quiet while steam issues out the airwaves from stymied paunchiest pilot light buck kit brigade. If and/ or when such a fiery fate befalls this arrogantly bombastic, conceitedly egoistic, forlorn, grievously hapless, irascibly jangling, kookily middling luddite, he hopes his demise will be brutish, short and nasty while surviving foreign legion members of locked humanity hob bull along the blitzed boulevard of broken dreams. Whatever provokes a maniacal person to laugh as the world turns tumultuously affecting a surreal ambience akin to the edge of night (especially with dark shadows) may appear wantonly vapid unspooling threnodies sotto voce. Rational quartermasters promulgated outlandish no mans land. Knowledge jackknifed ideal humane gentility. Febrile earth lings’ dragnet cleaved bona fide actualization. What other option available to tinker, tailor, soldier spy except to chuckle at the folly gingerly loosened upon the terra firmae? Nothing short of an uproarious chortle would be prescribed from doctor demento to ameliorate the tightly wound tension arising from local or global aggression arising from bullies calling their bluff fed goat bluster, division by the zero sum game of thrones. Thus, this mechanically nonsensical, pop sic cull *** purée to throw fire retardant on the conflict frission intonating loopy outré playfulness with words hoop ping quadratic equations totally add further meaninglessness. Hence **** friend, aye axe hew, how does humor get decided? Laughter versus humor All Joe king aside. Jest parody offers funny types of humor. Seriously folks. What spurs this laughter? Repression of natural mandated libidinal kickstarter jammed in high gear feeds e-z dropsy clodhoppers bursts of hyena sounding eruptions! The cervical contractions puffed up like jiffy pop laced pompadour, increased with greater frequency and intensity asthma due date approached (which felt like violent shaking of the biological ***** re: me), especially prominent when “mother” gracefully described Arabesque. She gravitated to modus operandi sans professional ballet dancer like a duck would drake to water, and salve and duff heat whirled pool ache kin to preparation H - soothing the pain in the *** of hemorrhoids. Hours elapsed with incessant stretching (while in a standing pose) blithely drawing one leg or the other up against those roseate ****** cheeks. Even when quite progressed along the family way with yours truly, thy status while in utero where ****** stretched akin to a taut rubber band near ready tubby (or knot tibia) snapped, like ballet slippers suspending balanced ***** of toes pointed to maximum flexion, or inflated balloon ready to pop beyond capacity or, bulged in utero, she maintained a fanatic, maniacal, and slavish veneration asper the rigorous being a choreographed top notch ballerina. This passion to bend body electric defied laws of fig newton’s, finagled parallel dimensions, and hugged joie de vivre limbs maintaining nonchalant passion recognized talent unbridled versatility waiving youngest attaining burlesque, Churrigueresque dramatic elegiac fluidity transformed thine mama into a holographic, kaleidoscopic, and opportunistic piquant rondelet thru vitality, whimsicality, and zealotry. Gracefulness hove spectators to behold defiance asper flexibility of muscles in conjunction with defiance of physics. Once immersed in a classical routine, thee supple rubbery form assumed by thine mother ******* focused klieg lights upon wondrous kinetic magic. An audience member vicariously experienced dalliance of some mind-numbing narcotic minus the addiction. Stupefaction trans fixed gaze upon the dynamic parameters of space and time to present an enchanting move able feast replete with operatic poetry, quixotic romanticism, and sculpturesque statuesque totemic union verging on affects cast by a singular whirling dervish. A heightened indoctrination of jubilation radiated from every cell of this artiste in motion. Pirouettes cast grotesque dark shadows and etched the faux edge of night scenario with gigantesque ghoulish phantasmagoric veterans of many tragic- comic composers long since vetted into the storied ballroom of fame. No surprise then that when mine exit from the berth canal of stage nom de plume Harriet Harris witnessed by a full house, my denouement propelled from the tender vittles tulip ruffled private naughty bits induced balletic movements. Meanwhile me mum (real name christened Chrys Anne Thumb) busily intensely engrossed herself (terrifically totally tubularly) within whose inter twined arms and legs that emulated an analogy to a pretzel held me snug as a bug in rug. A pause (which many interpreted to initiate an applause) sprung a contagion of hand clapping that drowned out the impetus signifying the first breath of this wordsmith. Only as the slap happy flesh diminished did ardent hard fans of a triumphant fancy feast and foot loose Gangnam style winged goddess take stock of the starlit cradling a newborn. Frightful faces and peculiar sounds appeared scary. Thence spurred via submit able exertion climaxing with a riveting acrobatic contortion (essentially forcing this now grown baby boomer former chap - lain cocooned for nine months within the womb), thyself made headway into an alien world, whereat this full term new born did provide his own wailing lyrics (even at that tender infant hood, an iconoclastic antiestablishmentarian). This now grown baby boomer chap lain cocooned for nine months within the womb, who sought nothing more nor less than that which necessitates being swaddled, pampered, mollycoddled, cuddled, bundled, and held close to the ***** As grown middle-aged madman (albeit married to X-Files rabid fan) still craves, desires, and gloms toward picturesque pairs of pendulous pliant plump prized politically incorrect breastworks.

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Jan 20, 2018

Jan 20, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

All Joe king aside

All Joe king aside Humor iz vital stove topface component to survive the cares and concerns oven uncertain culinary future, that presages over heating of this planet concomitant with extinction per the human race. Many gauges point toward an irrevocable debacle where the evolutionary timer seems to tick, head, and (hmm… more like barreling) toward becoming a cooked goose. An ear splitting ruth less buzzer will be an impossible mission to clap quiet while steam issues out the airwaves from stymied paunchiest pilot light buck kit brigade. If and/ or when such a fiery fate befalls this arrogantly bombastic, conceitedly egoistic, forlorn, grievously hapless, irascibly jangling, kookily middling luddite, he hopes his demise will be brutish, short and nasty while surviving foreign legion members of locked humanity hob bull along the blitzed boulevard of broken dreams. Whatever provokes a maniacal person to laugh as the world turns tumultuously affecting a surreal ambience akin to the edge of night (especially with dark shadows) may appear wantonly vapid unspooling threnodies sotto voce. Rational quartermasters promulgated outlandish no mans land. Knowledge jackknifed ideal humane gentility. Febrile earth lings’ dragnet cleaved bona fide actualization. What other option available to tinker, tailor, soldier spy except to chuckle at the folly gingerly loosened upon the terra firmae? Nothing short of an uproarious chortle would be prescribed from doctor demento to ameliorate the tightly wound tension arising from local or global aggression arising from bullies calling their bluff fed goat bluster, division by the zero sum game of thrones. Thus, this mechanically nonsensical, pop sic cull *** purée to throw fire retardant on the conflict frission intonating loopy outré playfulness with words hoop ping quadratic equations totally add further meaninglessness. Hence **** friend, aye axe hew, how does humor get decided? Laughter versus humor All Joe king aside. Jest parody offers funny types of humor. Seriously folks. What spurs this laughter? Repression of natural mandated libidinal kickstarter jammed in high gear feeds e-z dropsy clodhoppers bursts of hyena sounding eruptions! The cervical contractions puffed up like jiffy pop laced pompadour, increased with greater frequency and intensity asthma due date approached (which felt like violent shaking of the biological ***** re: me), especially prominent when “mother” gracefully described Arabesque. She gravitated to modus operandi sans professional ballet dancer like a duck would drake to water, and salve and duff heat whirled pool ache kin to preparation H - soothing the pain in the *** of hemorrhoids. Hours elapsed with incessant stretching (while in a standing pose) blithely drawing one leg or the other up against those roseate ****** cheeks. Even when quite progressed along the family way with yours truly, thy status while in utero where ****** stretched akin to a taut rubber band near ready tubby (or knot tibia) snapped, like ballet slippers suspending balanced ***** of toes pointed to maximum flexion, or inflated balloon ready to pop beyond capacity or, bulged in utero, she maintained a fanatic, maniacal, and slavish veneration asper the rigorous being a choreographed top notch ballerina. This passion to bend body electric defied laws of fig newton’s, finagled parallel dimensions, and hugged joie de vivre limbs maintaining nonchalant passion recognized talent unbridled versatility waiving youngest attaining burlesque, Churrigueresque dramatic elegiac fluidity transformed thine mama into a holographic, kaleidoscopic, and opportunistic piquant rondelet thru vitality, whimsicality, and zealotry. Gracefulness hove spectators to behold defiance asper flexibility of muscles in conjunction with defiance of physics. Once immersed in a classical routine, thee supple rubbery form assumed by thine mother ******* focused klieg lights upon wondrous kinetic magic. An audience member vicariously experienced dalliance of some mind-numbing narcotic minus the addiction. Stupefaction trans fixed gaze upon the dynamic parameters of space and time to present an enchanting move able feast replete with operatic poetry, quixotic romanticism, and sculpturesque statuesque totemic union verging on affects cast by a singular whirling dervish. A heightened indoctrination of jubilation radiated from every cell of this artiste in motion. Pirouettes cast grotesque dark shadows and etched the faux edge of night scenario with gigantesque ghoulish phantasmagoric veterans of many tragic- comic composers long since vetted into the storied ballroom of fame. No surprise then that when mine exit from the berth canal of stage nom de plume Harriet Harris witnessed by a full house, my denouement propelled from the tender vittles tulip ruffled private naughty bits induced balletic movements. Meanwhile me mum (real name christened Chrys Anne Thumb) busily intensely engrossed herself (terrifically totally tubularly) within whose inter twined arms and legs that emulated an analogy to a pretzel held me snug as a bug in rug. A pause (which many interpreted to initiate an applause) sprung a contagion of hand clapping that drowned out the impetus signifying the first breath of this wordsmith. Only as the slap happy flesh diminished did ardent hard fans of a triumphant fancy feast and foot loose Gangnam style winged goddess take stock of the starlit cradling a newborn. Frightful faces and peculiar sounds appeared scary. Thence spurred via submit able exertion climaxing with a riveting acrobatic contortion (essentially forcing this now grown baby boomer former chap - lain cocooned for nine months within the womb), thyself made headway into an alien world, whereat this full term new born did provide his own wailing lyrics (even at that tender infant hood, an iconoclastic antiestablishmentarian). This now grown baby boomer chap lain cocooned for nine months within the womb, who sought nothing more nor less than that which necessitates being swaddled, pampered, mollycoddled, cuddled, bundled, and held close to the ***** As grown middle-aged madman (albeit married to X-Files rabid fan) still craves, desires, and gloms toward picturesque pairs of pendulous pliant plump prized politically incorrect breastworks.

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jump, he said down into that black oblivion close your eyes and free yourself do it, he urged i'm with you, and so i did i took the plunge and i took the fall and i jumped. i listened to the wind as it laughed at me as i continued to pummel further and further. as i lay there on the ground unable to move wondering why he wasn't beside me i looked up and saw him laughing as i cried. the only sound i could hear was his distant chuckle.

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC

somniatoris

Black Oblivion

jump, he said down into that black oblivion close your eyes and free yourself do it, he urged i'm with you, and so i did i took the plunge and i took the fall and i jumped. i listened to the wind as it laughed at me as i continued to pummel further and further. as i lay there on the ground unable to move wondering why he wasn't beside me i looked up and saw him laughing as i cried. the only sound i could hear was his distant chuckle.

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