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Poems - With a Bit of Humor

Titia is interested in photography, poetry, family, art, dogs, cats, insects, wildlife, history, war, camping, writing, and the environment.

Poetry can make you smile

Poetry can make you smile

My Daughter

While listening to you,
her hands are always busy.
She just ate an orange,
which you can tell
by the peelings
she left on the table.

Orange peelings

Orange peelings

Home

It doesn't matter
where you build your home,
as long as you feel
comfortable and happy in it.

Mouse nest in a box of books

Mouse nest in a box of books

Where Ever It Is Warm

Where ever it is warm,
Bram is on top of it.
So, even when it's burning,
on the antique stove he sits.

He will not burn his belly,
the upper half is for baking bread,
but once he jumped on the other stove
and I won't tell you what he said.

Tomcat Bram sleeping on the wood stove

Tomcat Bram sleeping on the wood stove

Squeaking Sounds

Squeaking sounds|
fill the air.
Hidden from the human eye
they'll grow,
until one day
they'll fly away
and silence returns again.

Crow's nest in the chimney

Crow's nest in the chimney

Haiku - The Old Toilet House

Packed in by a rose,
the old outdoor toilet house,
new scent takes over.

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First Duck Who Got a Speeding Ticket

Some early dawn a duck raced by,
he was in a hurry, but nobody knew why.
He was just doing his normal things,
flying that is, using both his wings.

No one would have noticed the duck,
but this day the duck was out of luck.
He flew in the way of a monitorline,
and became the first duck with a fine.

He surprised the men when they looked
to speedy cars, the radar had booked.
They saw a duck and no car anymore,
who should have flown fifty, not sixtyfour.

Speeding Duck flashed by radar

Speeding Duck flashed by radar

In Perfect Harmony I Live My Life

In perfect harmony I live my life,
no clouds on sky that I've seen.
Married to the most darling man,
not ever one row there has been.
My household tight shining clean,
no spiderwebs shown on ceiling.
Laundry folded and put in chests
and with all the trash I'm dealing.
Always paying my bills on time,
food on the table at six o'clock.
Obeydiant children who don't moan
and never found a single sock.
I hear you gasp ahh's and ohh's,
wondering how I manage so fine.
I plead quilty my dear friends,
in this poem I've lied in every line.

© 2017 Titia Geertman

Comments

Titia Geertman (author) from Waterlandkerkje - The Netherlands on April 21, 2018:

Hi Larry W Fish, thanks for the uplifting comment.

Larry W Fish from Raleigh on April 21, 2018:

Titia, I will say that honestly your poems do make me smile. The photos along with the poems is the perfect added touch. You have a talent for bringing joy to the reader.

Titia Geertman (author) from Waterlandkerkje - The Netherlands on December 02, 2017:

Hi Rochelle, thanks for your comment.

Rochelle Frank from California Gold Country on December 02, 2017:

Lots of fun, Titia! I especially like the cat on the woodstove. (Wish I could bake bread with mine.) Best of all was the Speeding Canard-- I wonder if they took away his pilots license?