#giggles
I don't want to leave this world just yet
However, I don't want a new day to dawn either
I want to just lay here in my bed
Not to fade away
Not to think, maybe to sleep
But don't let the night disappear
How I've cursed my own name
the words and it's remains were left in my worn out shoes, that I've already thrown away
In vain I have dragged my hands along the spine of the stone
I have reached deep profound burns, with no sign of help
Had no time to sow a white flag
Little did I know, that every day had an end.
A new tomorrow will bloom
even if I don't want it to
It dosen't matter, I could be a living dead person
merely surviving is no way of living
But a living death doesn't happen that way.
Who wants a new day without the mockery and giggles of a horseradish's green song?
- We are now walking here in the dark valley,
I think I saw a lark croaking la la la la,
a princess on a pea you don't hear that every other day.
Sure, we can pretend and play, but one day it will dawn.
That when you lose courage, that's where you disappear.
Don't fall down the hill without even having tried to get up.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:46 PM UTC
(The Silly Little Snowflake)
Oh, I’m a silly snowflake,
I wiggle when I fall,
I bounce off all the rooftops
’Cause I can’t steer at all!
I tried to land on Santa,
But I bonked him on the nose
He sneezed me into orbit
Where I spun like garden hose!
Now I’m zooming past the reindeer,
Doing loop‑de‑loops in space,
Waving at the planets
With my frosty little face!
But when I see the children
Making snowmen down below,
I divebomb like a giggle
And I finally stick the snow!
(The Gingerbread Rebellion)
The gingerbread cookies are staging a coup,
They’re climbing the cupboards and stealing the glue!
They’re riding the spoons like they’re magical sleds,
And wearing the sprinkles like crowns on their heads!
They’re shouting, “No baking! We want a vacation!”
They’re forming a crumbly new cookie‑nation!
But once they get milk and a warm place to sit,
They crumble to giggles and call off the bit.
(Rudolph Lost His GPS)
Rudolph lost his GPS and flew into a tree,
Dasher’s tangled in the branches yelling, “Why’d you follow me?”
Santa’s spinning in a snowdrift like a jolly red balloon
They’re gonna need directions from the Man up on the Moon!
(The Sock That Ate Christmas)
A giant fuzzy Christmas sock escaped the laundry pile,
It gobbled up the ornaments and burped them with a smile.
It swallowed half the presents and the cookies on the tray
But when it tried the fruitcake, it ran screaming far away!
(Santa's Sleigh has Training Wheels)
Santa tried a brand‑new sleigh but couldn’t make it fly,
It wobbled like a shopping cart and bumped into the sky.
The elves slapped on some training wheels and shouted, “Try again!”
Now Santa pedals through the clouds like he’s five years old again.
(Frosty Throws a Tantrum)
Frosty didn’t like his hat, he said it made him itch,
He stomped around the snowy yard and flipped the light‑up switch.
The snowman lights went blinking and the neighbors all woke up
But once he got hot cocoa, he finally shut up.
(Candy Cane Sword Fight)
Two candy canes were arguing about who tasted best,
They crossed themselves like swords and poked each other in the chest.
They clattered on the table till they snapped into a pile
Now they’re peppermint confetti and they’re sticky all the while.
(The Elf Who Wouldn't Go to Bed)
An elf stayed up past bedtime just to finish wrapping toys,
He taped himself to everything and made a lot of noise.
He stuck his hat to Santa’s boot and glued his sleeve to snow
Now he’s the Christmas decoration no one meant to show.
(The Reindeer Who Wanted a Snack Break)
Comet said he’s starving and refused to pull the sleigh,
He plopped down in a snowbank yelling, “Feed me right away!”
They bribed him with a carrot and a bucket full of hay
He trotted off contentedly and saved the holiday.
(The Carolers Who Forgot the Words)
The carolers were singing but they didn’t know the tune,
They hummed and mumbled nonsense underneath the winter moon.
They made up silly lyrics about penguins wearing hats
And somehow everyone agreed it sounded better than the flats.
(The Snowball that Wouldn't Stop Rolling)
A tiny little snowball rolled away from mittened hands,
It gathered up the mailbox and the neighbor’s garbage cans.
It swallowed up a snowman and it gobbled up a tree
Now it’s the jolliest avalanche the town will ever see.
(Mrs. Clause's Cookie Catastrophe)
Mrs. Claus was baking when the oven went kaboom,
The cookies shot like fireworks and bounced around the room.
They ricocheted off candy canes and knocked down Santa’s chair
Now Santa’s wearing frosting like he’s going to the fair.
(The Christmas Tree that Wanted to Dance)
The Christmas tree got restless and began to tap its feet,
It wiggled all its ornaments and shuffled to the beat.
It twirled around the living room and jingled every bell
Then tripped into the eggnog and declared, “I’m doing well!”
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 11:41 PM UTC
A poem is like a tickle,
it gives both joy and pain:
with blissful tears and tearful giggles,
you'll read that poem again.
A poem is like a damaged heart in need of surgery:
a cut that heals,
a line that leaves a scar
along your heart.
Francie Lynch
From his portrait on HelloPoetry.com
https://hellopoetry.com/francie-lynch/
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 1:46 PM UTC
Poems about Laughter, Giggles and Smiles
Here and Hereafter
by Michael R. Burch
Life’s saving graces are love, pleasure, laughter ...
wisdom, it seems, is for the Hereafter.
Laughter’s Cry
by Michael R. Burch
Because life is a mystery, we laugh
and do not know the half.
Because death is a mystery, we cry
when one is gone, our numbering thrown awry.
Love Is Not Love
by Michael R. Burch
Love is not love that never looked
within itself and questioned all,
curled up like a zygote in a ball,
throbbed, sobbed and shook.
(Or went on a binge at a nearby mall,
then would not cook.)
Love is not love that never winced,
then smiled, convinced
that soar’s the prerequisite of fall.
When all
its wounds and scars have been saline-rinsed,
where does Love find the wherewithal
to try again,
endeavor, when
all that it knows
is: O, because!
The Folly of Wisdom
by Michael R. Burch
She is wise in the way that children are wise,
looking at me with such knowing, grave eyes
I must bend down to her to understand.
But she only smiles, and takes my hand.
We are walking somewhere that her feet know to go,
so I smile, and I follow ...
And the years are dark creatures concealed in bright leaves
that flutter above us, and what she believes―
I can almost remember―goes something like this:
the prince is a horned toad, awaiting her kiss.
She wiggles and giggles, and all will be well
if only we find him! The woodpecker’s knell
as he hammers the coffin of some dying tree
that once was a fortress to someone like me
rings wildly above us. Some things that we know
we are meant to forget. Life is a bloodletting, maple-syrup-slow.
Originally published by Romantics Quarterly
Mother’s Smile
by Michael R. Burch
There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than "much".
So more than "much", much more than "all".
Though tender words, these do not speak
of love at all, nor how we fall
and mother's there, nor how we reach
from nightmares in the ticking night
and she is there to hold us tight.
There never was a stronger back
than father's back, that held our weight
and lifted us, when we were small,
and bore us till we reached the gate,
then held our hands that first bright mile
till we could run, and did, and flew.
But, oh, a mother's tender smile
will leap and follow after you ...
Just Smile
by Michael R. Burch
We’d like to think some angel smiling down
will watch him as his arm bleeds in the yard,
ripped off by dogs, will guide his tipsy steps,
his doddering progress through the scarlet house
to tell his mommy "boo-boo!," only two.
We’d like to think his reconstructed face
will be as good as new, will often smile,
that baseball’s just as fun with just one arm,
that God is always Just, that girls will smile,
not frown down at his thousand livid scars,
that Life is always Just, that Love is Just.
We do not want to hear that he will shave
at six, to raze the leg hairs from his cheeks,
that lips aren’t easily fashioned, that his smile’s
lopsided, oafish, snaggle-toothed, that each
new operation costs a billion tears,
when tears are out of fashion. O, beseech
some poet with more skill with words than tears
to find some happy ending, to believe
that God is Just, that Love is Just, that these
are Parables we live, Life’s Mysteries ...
Or look inside his courage, as he ties
his shoelaces one-handed, as he throws
no-hitters on the first-place team, and goes
on dates, looks in the mirror undeceived
and smiling says, "It’s me I see. Just me."
He smiles, if life is Just, or lacking cures.
Your pity is the worst cut he endures.
Originally published by Lucid Rhythms
Laughter from Another Room
by Michael R. Burch
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel;
as I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
Only you and I are real.
Only you and I exist.
Only burns that blister heal.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only hope that lingers dies.
Only love that lessens lives.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only sinners ever pray.
Only saints are crucified.
The crucified are always saints.
The crucified are always saints.
The maddest men control the world.
The dumb man knows what he would say;
the poet never finds the words.
The poet never finds the words.
The minstrel never hits the notes.
The minister would love to curse.
The warrior never knows his foe.
The warrior never knows his foe.
The scholar never learns the truth.
The actors never see the show.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The artist longs to feel the flame.
The proudest men are not aloof;
the guiltiest are not to blame.
The guiltiest are not to blame.
The merriest are prone to brood.
If we go outside, it rains.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we dare to love, we fear.
Blind men never see the sun;
other men observe through tears.
Other men observe through tears
the passage of these days of doom;
now I listen and I hear
laughter from another room.
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel.
As I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
I wrote this poem either my first or second year in college, around age 18 to 19. It remains largely the same, with only minor changes.
Leaf Fall
by Michael R. Burch
Whatever winds encountered soon resolved
to swirling fragments, till chaotic heaps
of leaves lay pulsing by the backyard wall.
In lieu of rakes, our fingers sorted each
dry leaf into its place and built a high,
soft bastion against earth's gravitron―
a patchwork quilt, a trampoline, a bright
impediment to fling ourselves upon.
And nothing in our laughter as we fell
into those leaves was like the autumn's cry
of also falling. Nothing meant to die
could be so bright as we, so colorful―
clad in our plaids, oblivious to pain
we'd feel today, should we leaf-fall again.
Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea
Autumn Conundrum
by Michael R. Burch
It's not that every leaf must finally fall,
it's just that we can never catch them all.
See
by Michael R. Burch
See how her hair has thinned: it doesn't seem
like hair at all, but like the airy moult
of emus who outraced the wind and left
soft plumage in their wake. See how her eyes
are gentler now; see how each wrinkle laughs,
and deepens on itself, as though mirth took
some comfort there and burrowed deeply in,
outlasting winter. See how very thin
her features are―that time has made more spare,
so that each bone shows, elegant and rare.
For loveliness remains in her grave eyes,
and courage in her still-delighted looks:
each face presented like a picture book's.
Bemused, she blows us undismayed goodbyes.
Originally published by Writer's Digest's―The Year's Best Writing 2003
Ali’s Song
by Michael R. Burch
They say that gold don’t tarnish. It ain’t so.
They say it has a wild, unearthly glow.
A man can be more beautiful, more wild.
I flung their medal to the river, child.
I flung their medal to the river, child.
They hung their coin around my neck; they made
my name a bridle, “called a ***** a *****
They say their gold is pure. I say defiled.
I flung their slave’s name to the river, child.
I flung their slave’s name to the river, child.
Ain’t got no quarrel with no Viet Cong
that never called me ****** did me wrong.
A man can’t be lukewarm, ’cause God hates mild.
I flung their notice to the river, child.
I flung their notice to the river, child.
They said, “Now here’s your bullet and your gun,
and there’s your cell: we’re waiting, you choose one.”
At first I groaned aloud, but then I smiled.
I gave their “future” to the river, child.
I gave their “future” to the river, child.
My face reflected up, dark bronze like gold,
a coin God stamped in His own image―BOLD.
My blood boiled like that river―strange and wild.
I died to hate in that dark river, child,
Come, be reborn in this bright river, child.
Originally published by Black Medina
Note: Cassius Clay, who converted to Islam and changed his “slave name” to Muhammad Ali, said that he threw his Olympic boxing gold medal into the Ohio River. Confirming his account, the medal was recovered by Robert Bradbury and his wife Pattie in 2014 during the Annual Ohio River Sweep, and the Ali family paid them $200,000 to regain possession of the medal. When drafted during the Vietnamese War, Ali refused to serve, reputedly saying: “I ain't got no quarrel with those Viet Cong; no Vietnamese ever called me a ****** The notice mentioned in my poem is Ali's draft notice, which metaphorically gets tossed into the river along with his slave name. I was told through the grapevine that this poem appeared in Farsi in an Iranian publication called Bashgah. ―Michael R. Burch
Love Sonnet XI
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
I stalk the streets, silent and starving.
Bread does not satisfy me; dawn does not divert me
from my relentless pursuit of your fluid spoor.
I long for your liquid laughter,
for your sunburned hands like savage harvests.
I lust for your fingernails' pale marbles.
I want to devour your ******* like almonds, whole.
I want to ingest the sunbeams singed by your beauty,
to eat the aquiline nose from your aloof face,
to lick your eyelashes' flickering shade.
I pursue you, snuffing the shadows,
seeking your heart's scorching heat
like a puma prowling the heights of Quitratue.
The Seashore Gathering
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
On the seashores of endless worlds, earth's children converge.
The infinite sky is motionless, the restless waters boisterous.
On the seashores of endless worlds earth's children gather to dance with joyous cries and pirouettes.
They build sand castles and play with hollow shells.
They weave boats out of withered leaves and laughingly float them out over the vast deep.
Earth's children play gaily on the seashores of endless worlds.
They do not know, yet, how to cast nets or swim.
Divers fish for pearls and merchants sail their ships, while earth's children skip, gather pebbles and scatter them again.
They are unaware of hidden treasures, nor do they know how to cast nets, yet.
The sea surges with laughter, smiling palely on the seashore.
Death-dealing waves sing the children meaningless songs, like a mother lullabying her baby's cradle.
The sea plays with the children, smiling palely on the seashore.
On the seashores of endless worlds earth's children meet.
Tempests roam pathless skies, ships lie wrecked in uncharted waters, death wanders abroad, and still the children play.
On the seashores of endless worlds there is a great gathering of earth's children.
My Feelings
by Dolqun Yasin, a Uyghur poet
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The light sinking through the ice and snow,
The hollyhock blossoms reddening the hills like blood,
The proud peaks revealing their ******* to the stars,
The morning-glories embroidering the earth’s greenery,
Are not light,
Not hollyhocks,
Not peaks,
Not morning-glories;
They are my feelings.
The tears washing the mothers’ wizened faces,
The flower-like smiles suddenly brightening the girls’ visages,
The hair turning white before age thirty,
The night which longs for light despite the sun’s laughter,
Are not tears,
Not smiles,
Not hair,
Not night;
They are my nomadic feelings.
Now turning all my sorrow to passion,
Bequeathing to my people all my griefs and joys,
Scattering my excitement like flowers festooning fields,
I harvest all these, then tenderly glean my poem.
Therefore the world is this poem of mine,
And my poem is the world itself.
Ode to Anactoria
Sappho, fragment 31 (Lobel-Page 31 / Voigt 31)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
How can I compete with that ****** man
who fancies himself one of the gods,
impressing you with his "eloquence,"
when just the thought of sitting in your radiant presence,
of hearing your lovely voice and lively laughter,
sets my heart hammering at my breast?
Hell, when I catch just a quick glimpse of you,
I'm left speechless, tongue-tied,
and immediately a blush like a delicate flame reddens my skin.
Then my vision dims with tears,
my ears ring,
I sweat profusely,
and every muscle in my body trembles.
When the blood finally settles,
I grow paler than summer grass,
till in my exhausted madness,
I'm as limp as the dead.
And yet I must risk all, being bereft without you ...
Ode to Anactoria
Sappho, fragment 31 (Lobel-Page 31 / Voigt 31)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
To me that boy seems
blessed by the gods
because he sits beside you,
basking in your brilliant presence.
My heart races at the sound of your voice!
Your laughter?―bright water, dislodging pebbles
in a chaotic vortex. I can't catch my breath!
My heart bucks in my ribs. I can't breathe. I can't speak.
My ******* glow with intense heat;
desire's blush-inducing fires redden my flesh.
My ears seem hollow; they ring emptily.
My tongue is broken and cleaves to its roof.
I sweat profusely. I shiver.
Suddenly, I grow pale
and feel only a second short of dying.
And yet I must endure, somehow,
despite my poverty.
Sometimes the Dead
by Michael R. Burch
Sometimes we catch them out of the corners of our eyes―
the pale dead.
After they have fled
the gourds of their bodies, like escaping fragrances they rise.
Once they have become a cloud’s mist, sometimes like the rain
they descend;
they appear, sometimes silver like laughter,
to gladden the hearts of men.
Sometimes like a pale gray fog, they drift
unencumbered, yet lumbrously,
as if over the sea
there was the lightest vapor even Atlas could not lift.
Sometimes they haunt our dreams like forgotten melodies
only half-remembered.
Though they lie dismembered
in black catacombs, sepulchers and dismal graves; although they have committed felonies,
yet they are us. Someday soon we will meet them in the graveyard dust
blood-engorged, but never sated
since Cain slew Abel.
But until we become them, let us steadfastly forget them, even as we know our children must ...
Premonition
by Michael R. Burch
Now the evening has come to a close and the party is over ...
we stand in the doorway and watch as they go―
each stranger, each acquaintance, each unembraceable lover.
They walk to their cars and they laugh as they go,
though we know their warm laughter’s the wine ...
then they pause at the road where the dark asphalt flows
endlessly on toward Zion ...
and they kiss one another as though they were friends,
and they promise to meet again “soon” ...
but the rivers of Jordan roll on without end,
and the mockingbird calls to the moon ...
and the katydids climb up the cropped hanging vines,
and the crickets chirp on out of tune ...
and their shadows, defined by the cryptic starlight,
seem spirits torn loose from their tombs.
And I know their brief lives are just eddies in time,
that their hearts are unreadable runes
to be wiped clean, like slate, by the dark hand of fate
when their corpses lie ravaged and ruined ...
You take my clenched fist and you give it a kiss
as though it were something you loved,
and the tears fill your eyes, brimming with the soft light
of the stars winking gently above ...
Then you whisper, "It's time that we went back inside;
if you'd like, we can sit and just talk for a while."
And the hope in your eyes burns too deep, so I lie
and I say, "Yes, I would," to your small, troubled smile.
I rather vividly remember writing this poem after an office party the year I co-oped with AT&T (at that time the largest company in the world, with presumably a lot of office parties). This would have been after my sophomore year in college, making me around 20 years old. The poem is “true” except that I was not the host because the party was at the house of one of the upper-level managers. Nor was I dating anyone seriously at the time.
Keywords/Tags: Laugh, Laughs, Laughter, Giggle, Giggles, Smile, Smiles, Humor, Light Verse, Friendship
Published as the selection “Poems about Laughter, Giggles and Smiles”
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 4:39 AM UTC
I was filled with sunshine
Like I've never experienced summer before
Everyplace you touch on my body felt like it was bursting with light
My checks hurt from the smiles
The giggles as you spin me around
My toes curling in the grass
A flower hand-picked from the ground
Loving the nature sounds
Warm in your arms
I can do this all day around
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
A member of the dating scene,
Only online, giggles it seems,
Today a man did 'wink' at me,
Can you imagine, hilarity,
He lives 3000 miles away, by the sea,
****** fungus covers he,
He has more than slight obesity,
Should I wink at the walrus? Tee hee,
I'llpack up my gear and get out of here,
You'll manage without me, non-dear,
I'm off to a walrus by the sea,
You'll learn to cook your lunch and tea,
Byeee! Yeah, well in reality,
I've got cellulite and jocularity!
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
Much than the stars infatuate at nights
Does her dark skin through the lattice of her top
We bereave the nights
Instead we sneak peak under the sun
There ,she achieves utmost pitch in giggles
I trail ,fall and then fail
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
everyone wants to feel wanted
and tonight i did
you wanted me and now
i’m yours yours yours
for keeps
for kicks
for ***** and giggles
for real
for ever
forever
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
So high, so bright
Someone who tames everyone's sight
Everything about you looks right
Looks that no one can fight.
Cold sweat
Heavy breath
Face turns red
Hidding it is a test.
This feeling
I can't stop smilling
Cheecks keeps blushing
And knees won't stop shaking.
Oh its been a while
Since the last time
I saw someone so fine
To my eyes, he brightly shines.
Indeed, Im afraid
But not too great
I tried to make it fade
But it always stayed.
I like you,
I really do
I just don't know what to do
If you turn me down too.
I think you are the finest
Best among the rest
The girl you like must be the luckiest
Why? I just said, because she won the finest.
I don't expect to be lucky
I dont need to be one, really
I know my limitations completely
Simply seeing you makes me happy.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
I’m laughing with you.
We sit at my piano
Video media records,
and I have the pleasure of watching us toss our heads back
Breaking neck smiles.
Play back our giggles
Mismatched notes
We don’t search our own accord,
Clash of chords
corded around each key.
Sitting on that bench is wearing socks of different pairs.
I am a fuzzy mid-calf, and you are an argyle knee high.
Socked in laughter.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
I see your skin and I think
What did I do to deserve this blessing?
The God that I call chance
Would see my hands on a masterwork?
The American work week
covers your flame. You leave it at the door.
You wait to speak until you get close
You get close as it gets to say this:
I'm battered and bruised, think
you could relax me a little bit?
Want to take off your shirt?
For you,
I can't take my clothes off fast enough
Then you,
Tell me, "Shut the blinds, first."
Can we open the blinds?
I don't care who's watching
-- if you don't.
Let light in.
Let light in.
Who cares who's watching love?
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
I like to play with your belly button
'Cause it makes me giggle and laugh
I'll let you play with my bellybutton
I bet it makes you giggle and laugh
Exactly as it does with me
It makes me laugh hysterically
I know it might seem rather silly
But I love to do it willy-nilly.
Sometimes I like to blow on your belly
And make that almost obscene sound
It's worth it to hear you laugh, really
Then both of us roll around on the ground.
We laugh and play like a couple of kids
And make no excuses for silly things we did.
Others make love your way and we ours.
We tickle and blubber on each other
And have our kind of fun for hours.
I really like the way you wrinkle your nose
It makes me laugh hard and not for nothing
It tickles me a lot that you wiggle your toes
When you let me play with your belly button.
I'm very happy to be able to testify
Some things in life are meant just for fun.
Belly button tomfoolery, I promise
Is one of the very best kinds of fun.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
I lay here beside you
Giggles erupt from my lips
As we talk about anything and everything
Gentle movements of the hips
You ask me why I'm laughing
I tell you I don't know
But in reality it's because
I'm scared to show
All these feelings and emotions
I didn't think I could ever have
This feeling of belonging
Residing in my head
I lay here beside you
Your arms hold me close
Lips pressed together
I now feel at home
I know that once it's morning
These memories will just fade away
I roll over a little closer
As my heart now runs this race
Laying upon you chest
I cling on tight
whispers now over power the night
The world alive above us
In silence they over hear
I now lay wide awake
But I never did make my point clear
I tied to whisper something
But I didn't want you to hear
So I laid there beside you
Trying to find the words to say
When randomly I whisper
"I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you"
They escape my lips
And danced in the night
As I'm still laying here clinging on tight
I know it's to soon
I know it's not right
But In the end
You'll never know
Because once again I giggle
I'm to scared to show
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
~~~a repost~~~
(For Cheryl Love)
I am on this part of the world
while you are there on the other side
an enormous sea stands between us.
We are both just tiny specks from where we stand
it is not a high wall that separates us-
but giant waves and scary
windstorms,
an ocean of strong currents existing.
And yet, we speak, we think, like
we are just a few minutes drive away
it's like you're just next door
a matter of three knocks away
we chat and we laugh cheerfully
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set.
These physical barriers that separate us
couldn't hinder us from smiling
Only a few words spoken
would send us laughing
we see ourselves on skype
the gleeful sound of our giggles
is unstoppable and contagious
for we giggle just about anything
Our mouths never close,
there is always something to discuss
something to laugh about
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set.
We radiate positive energy
we vibrate with pleasant thoughts
dwelling on hopes that
one day we would meet in person.
We shall have long talks
we shall have long walks
we shall cook
we shall make beads
everything...we shall do together
we won't run out of things to do together,
like the day would never end,
like the sun would never set...
Though far apart,
the music of our giggles
shall play on and on
in our hearts
in our minds
in our ears.
There is no doubt,
our friendship, our music would live on
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set.
Sally
Copyright August 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
14 March 2015 2:33 pm
Once in while, you need a breath of fresh air.
Once in a while, you need a chat using pure eye stares.
Once in a while, you need a giggle with a friend and a stroll.
Because that's what true ones are fore.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
I'm doing only enough to get by
day by day
I force myself to get out of bed each morning
because of the pain of knowing that I will never be able to wrap my arm around you in a hug
And I will never be able to her your giggle as we exchange admiration over boys that we will never have the chance to hold
Each of us searching for our own sense of belonging but somehow
knowing that we belonged together
like peanut butter and jelly
like mashed potatoes and gravy
like you and I
an inexplicable bond we had
people look at us in as we giggle in confusion
but we only stop to catch our breathe
We had the type of friendship that
distance never mattered
time never matter
The bond only grew stronger
Laughter only grew louder
our memories only grew greater
our dreams grew grander
As we fed each other every ounce of strength we could muster when times were hard
We held each other close when the dams behind our eyes flooded over and we couldn't stop them
But now what am I supposed to do
When my mind is on an hamster wheel
Spinning spinning spinning
So fast that I don't know if I can stop it
When the dams that I've built up behind my eyes begin to overflow
When I am suffocating and have forgotten how to breathe
I wonder
Will I desperately call your number just to hear your voice mail again
Will I scroll through all your old photographs to remind myself
that you can't answer my messages anymore
Will I yell at you for leaving me so prematurely that I didn't have time to prepare my last good bye for you.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
Those sparkling eyes, that charming smile
That countenance full of love
You cast a spell on everyone,
Innocence, you are a child!
Your naughty pranks, your witty lies,
Your cries and your giggles
I have no answer to your endless queries
Innocence, you are a child!
You know no caste, you know no creed
You know no envy and pride
You put to shame, men at war
Innocence, you are a child!
I watch you sleep, undisturbed
A picture of serenity!
With a smile on your face and a tear in your eye
Innocence, you are a child!
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
I was lying when I mentioned that I didn’t care,
That pathetic giggle I smugly used to cover it up did not fool anyone.
The truth is that it breaks my heart,
It saddens me to dream about you so often.
I do my best to remember who you are today,
I find myself falling in love with who you used to be.
The past is holding onto my heart for dear life,
Clawing at my stomach and blocking my airways,
Grinning while I beg to breathe.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
*They saw her face bright
smiling and laughing
They heard her giggles and laughs
Everyone wanted to be like her
Loving this adventure called life
"She's full of life", they said
Little did they know
She's an amazing actress
Her life is her best performance
She's been wearing costumes and performing
all her life
But no one was able to notice
Or maybe
they just decided not to see
They ignored all the signs
because it's easier than reality
her reality
She deserves all the awards for her performance
Oscar, Emmy, Tony...
All these years
Being around thousands of people
Her family, friends and colleagues
She was able to fool them all
Does everyone who laugh and smile all the time really that much of a happy person?
"No."
Perhaps people who are,
are the ones who do that to forget
To forget their reality
"Maybe if I pretend long enough, it'll become my true feeling, it'll become my new reality, maybe..
maybe my performance will beat my depression. Maybe.."*
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
Jack and Jill Remix
Jack and Jill went up the hill
If they didn’t they’d be killed
They had to fulfill a task
On the floor they found two masks
Jack fetched a pail of water
Jill was a naughty daughter
Jill was bad and pushed Jack down
Till this day Jack was never found
With the mask on Jill’s face
The police could not close the case
In fear Jill had to hide
And if they found her, she would lie
She was not very wise
For she had forgotten her disguise
Frantic, she tripped and fell
Accidently into the well
Trapped so there she waited
Boiling all full of hatred
Their mother was full of worry
She stuffed herself with bean curry
The police found out who killed Jack
They had to find Jill at last
After along time they gave up
A man went to the well named, Pup
Jill jumped out, free at last
Hoping people forgot the past
But really she was wanted dead
She just needed to be fed
Mother found her, put her to bed
Next day Jill was off with her head
Mother stayed happily fat
Replacing daughter, got a cat
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
1. Someone spontaneous
2. Someone who can read my smiles
3. Someone who will laugh at my indecisiveness
4. Someone who knows the difference between 'then' and 'than'
5. Someone who will hold me tight without holding me back
6. Someone whose soul, if converted into writing, would read 'humanity'
7. Someone whose laugh sounds like the echoes of smitten giggles between mountains
8. Someone who tastes like drinking wine while the sun is going down and the moon is coming up
8. Are those stars burning through my couch or are those your eyes?
8. Did I drink too much wine?
8. "There's no such thing as 'too much wine', darling"
9. Someone to love with a soul set on fire
10. (Cupid, please don't ***** this up)
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC