Laughter prompt – a day late

Yesterday when I read the daily prompt, “laughter”, the first thing that came to mind was the laughter that comes when being carried off to the asylum; at least in the movies. In reality I do not suppose there is much laughter involved with being carted off to a psychiatric facility. That is unfortunate, though. Laughter fixes most everything. It may be a temporary or superficial fix. It probably won’t fix things to other folks satisfaction. Nevertheless, laughter does the trick during difficult times. It saves us from the moment. It saves us when we need it to.

I am still pondering why my immediate reaction to the word. “laughter” took the direction it did. My reaction amused me which produced and entirely different sort of laugh. Randomness in general amuses me. I like that about myself.

I’ve decided that today I will attempt to make a mental note of all the varieties of laughter I engage in or encounter. I am not looking for any scientific answers or philosophical revelations. I just think it will be fun; maybe good for a chuckle or two.

Peace, love and laughter to you all.

The Baker, The Aunt, The Croissant – response to daily prompt

There was a man named Lamont

He owned a bakery in Vermont

For a baker he was gaunt

For baking, not eating he t’was a savant

Lamont’s opus he touted avant

Was the worlds best tasting croissant

The bakery was the locals haunt

Croissants by dozens there were bought

For one though Lamont’s claim did daunt

His elderly but spry baking aunt

Each day she would make the jaunt

To the bakery where she would taunt

That her nephews was not the best croissant

Her recipe she claimed Lamont

Had stolen while he was her confidant

So Lamont declared a croissant detente

He gave the fame his aunt did want

By adding her name to his storefront

The worlds best croissant they could vaunt

A claim they still together flaunt

Your Bubble – response to daily prompt

I can see your point of view

I just don’t like what I see

I won’t ever believe as you

I prefer my world hate free

You claim you do not hate at all

But that’s exactly what you do

When you hold yourself above others

Because they differ from you

No matter how you spin your thinking

I won’t be buying what you sell

I hope someday enough love will burst

The hateful bubble where you dwell

Spring Promise

Winter finally lays to rest

Blooms and buds are abreast

New found hopes accompany Spring

Glorious choirs of songbirds sing

Pastel colors burst from ground

Woods echo the Peepers sound

The sun beams its Springtime course

Bees mingle among the Gorse

All that winter put to bed

Spring awakens with promise ahead

Escaping the Tide – response to daily prompt

How stormy it was

Between you and me

Abraded as if by the gritty sand

As we tossed in your stormy sea

You, like Poseidon

Proud and commanding

Me, an intrigued treading siren

You thought my song too demanding

Gasping for breaths

Before the next wave

You toyed and teased with your trident

With no intention to save

Tired and failing

Beneath your pride

I found courage to swim away

I am safely ashore, out of your tide

Cold Spaghetti

Though it’s mentioned in a ditty

Christine Lavin got it wrong

Cold pizza has a time and place

But cold spaghetti is THE bomb

Though spaghetti is good when it’s hot

In fact it is quite yummy

It’s so much sexier when it’s cold

Love making for my tummy

I make plenty for leftovers

Every chance I can

If not for sharing with others

I’d eat straight from the pan

The noddles sponge up the sauce

The meat is also soaked

It may be understated

To say cold spaghetti gets me stoked

I don’t even mind the mess

The orange it leaves on my chin

I get a little sloppy

When I’m shoveling it in

With my fork I twirl and swirl

To get a plentiful bite

Cold spaghetti is my favorite way

To sate my apatite

Now the pan is empty

And I’m sporting a food baby

Maybe I’ll make another pot

Just kidding…there ain’t no maybe

Astonish – response to daily prompt

I want to be amazed

Not by virals or bachelors

But by honest dialogues

And selfless endeavors

I want to be surprised

Not by courtrooms or greed

But by assets used

So all have what they need

I want to be wowed

Not by tyrants or stars

But by those who heal

Humanities scars

I want to be thrilled

Not by hate or speech

But by those who afford

Equality for each

I want to be bowled

Not by rudeness or vile

But by use of kind words

And charity with a smile

I want to be dazed

Not by apathy or neglect

But by integrity shown

By those we select

I want to be astounded

Not by bling or polish

But by those who uplift

And use good to astonish