The best in life

You know when you laugh so hard you can’t stop?

So hard that your lungs feel like they’re gonna pop,

Tears stream down your wobbling cheeks,

Down to your jaw in two wet streaks.

That feeling right there is what it’s about,

The reason why I live, there is no doubt.

Afterward it hurts and I’m gasping for air

I don’t even care that I fell off of my chair.

When the giggles die down and I settle down,

My mind is clear and my brow has a frown,

As I try not to think about what made me laugh,

Fail, and fall down like a newborn calf.

Rinse and repeat or half an hour or so,

The world is pure as with fresh, white snow.


This was caused by a YouTube video where a man reads out loud misspellings of the word pregnant for two minutes. The video title is “how is pragent formed”, if someone wants to cackle like a hyena.



Random kindness

In the train a mom with her kids and bags,

The former small, latter heavy with rags.

Two hands too few for carrying it all,

The children want to help but they are too small.

A stranger comes and offers two hands,

Taking a moment from pre-made plans.

Random kindness, always around

Don’t need to look closely for it to be found.

Someone wrote an article online

On how he was raped when he was nine.

People commenting, unlike I expected,

Were sympathetic, and I stood corrected.

“Sorry for the hardships you had to endure

I’m happy your future is now more secure.”

Kindness from an anonymous source,

Sometimes hits with unexpected force.

I went for a walk feeling abnormally blue,

I was stumped, didn’t know what to do.

I sat down and started to cry,

Sobbing quite loud, wailing quite high.

A stranger sat by me and blinked,

Then hugged me sideways, let go and winked

With a smile that said it’ll be all ok,

He left without words, just walked away.

A moment of humanity was all I needed

Random kindness won’t go unheeded.

Thank-you cards

This one has almost the same rhythm as the following song: 5nizza – я не той. This is why listening to the song might enhance the reading experience.


When you want to make a card for

A friend you’re

Deeply grateful to,

Don’t crumple paper down on the floor,

There’s a simple thing

That you can do.

Just make a rhyme, and they will love it,

Just make a rhyme, even if it sucks,

Make any rhyme and they will love it,

About whatever, maybe even their ducks.

A Kalevala-rhyme is my favorite,

It’s quite neutral,

And sounds majestic,

I know everyone will savor it,


Sounds very domestic.

Traditional and they will love it,

Traditional, even if it sucks,

Make any rhyme and they will love it,

About old times, and old-timey ducks.

They always say it was well-thought-out, too

And it made them

Shed one lonely tear,

You’ll do this as well if you get a clue,

Thank yous

Are nothing I fear.

Make them cry and they will love it,

It makes them cry, even if it sucks,

Make any rhyme and they will love it,

About emotions, or sensitive ducks.

Onion pie

An onion pie will make you cry twice.

Once with the knife with every single slice.

With its gases that the onion emits,

Asking your tears to come out to do splits.

They oblige and ooze on out,

Stinging your eyes and wetting their route.

The second tears come when you have a taste,

The wonderful taste lays taste buds to waste

They can’t cope so the tears come to help,

Lubricating the way while you just yelp.

Your body knows compensation is needed,

To make the food flow completely unimpeded.

That’s the two cries that it will provide,

And two smiles, if you’re sharp-eyed.

One for the cheap price right in the store,

The other when you’re comatose on your floor.

(An onion-y coma is deep and nice

You won’t be woken by rats or mice.)

Diamond rain

It’s -30 with the sun in the sky.

Looking straight at it I almost cry.

Floating snow, drifting down,

An airy blanket on our small town.

Blanket of diamonds, reflecting the sun,

You can wear a coat of diamonds if you run.

I tried going downhill with a sledge,

I got to the hill, until the very edge.

I had to stop and rub my eyes

To stop them from uttering joyful cries.

One of my tears fell and it glistened too,

Frozen on my cheek just like the ones that flew.

I forgot my frozen cheeks and toes,

Looking at the diamonds, my time froze.

Woken up by a friend asking “Why the cold tears?”

“The beauty took away all my worst fears.”

Tsunami babies

A tsunami of babies or a baby tsunami?

A baby tsunami would follow its mommy.

Smaller, of course, kiddie pool size,

Rising to the level of a grown-up’s eyes.

Caused not by plates of tectonic force,

But someone jumping in from high up, of course.

A tsunami of babies, on the other hand,

Would emit wailing heard throughout the whole land.

Spinning slowly in the air, rocking them to sleep,

Dissipating on its own when going too deep,

Leaving babies scattered here, maybe even there,

Solving every babyless couple’s worst care.

Spreading their roots and making small towns,

Bringing color, life to dusty grays and browns.

I don’t know which one I would prefer,

Possibly an extra one, a tsunami of fur.