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They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I just won a prize
I replied, well I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise
When you have a past like mine
My today is always bright
There is no better feeling on earth
Than the joy of doing right
I may be an old man on a cane
My heart is skipping along
I learned to embrace the meaning
Life is a beautiful song
True life has its ups and downs
There’ll be forks in the road
With a smile I’ll stop for a while
Help you with your load
I had me a bag of popcorn today
It tasted exceptionally good
In fact, I will go as far as to say
Better then it probably should
For years, I had a guard in the pen
Popped him a bag each night
Then he would simply throw it away
His twisted little delight
He knew, it was those little things
Ate at our heart and soul
Movie with the wife Friday night
Popcorn in the bowl
I had a bag of popcorn today
Wife sitting at my side
I had a smile, which lasted awhile
One I could not hide
They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I won a prize
I replied, I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise
For some reason today I was thinking about C.O. Talbert and
how he would pop a bag of popcorn even though he didn't eat
popcorn. He did it just because he knew it would make everyone
want some. I always felt sorry for him. His life must have been
very disappointing. The moral here: when you learn to appreciate
the little things in life your popcorn will taste a whole lot better.
We can smile like a child who does not know yet many things,
In simple things he’s satisfied, showing his contented feelings.
We can smile like a drunken man, feeling so drowsy and woozy,
Who sings and wears a smile , trying to forget and not to worry.
We can smile like a chimpanzee, who’s so happy with a banana
After giving us a big grin, we can leave him and write our stanza.
We can smile like my grandpa who dearly loves my grandma
Feeling Adonis with his strength, he’s never been into a stigma.
We can smile like blooming sunflowers on those summer days,
Despite the debilitating heat, we can still stand tall with grace.
We can smile like the sun that often shines so bright
Assuring that everyday you and I will gonna be alright.
We can smile and smile even the world sometimes wrenches our heart,
For sadness is a transient and in God’s love, He keeps us without a doubt.
You can smile just like me, who’s already experiencing a bad memory,
But I think I’ve nothing to worry about, for the computer does all for me.
At all times, you and I can wear a smile in any way we want
Infecting others to retain beauty, stay young in body and in heart.
June 24, 2013 4.55am
Sponsor: My greatest poet and sis, Linda
Note: Giving my best to make you smile by making it a little bit funny ;). Have a great day in sunshine! Big sweetest hugs!
A ride on a road that spills in darkness...
Leaves a journey through places not painted in sadness...
The view from the window reflects eyes not clear...
A mirrored look of my own outlined in red with just one tear...
The signs blend into one with a message to follow...
To a land of poets who write in a sea that is never shallow...
The pens flow across the paper and hearts are now heard...
All the forms scream with feeling but you seldom here a word...
In harmony that the angels hear
Sweet music of a Midnight Clear
With reverent voices, in joyful mode
A sacred song of long ago
A velvet night while stars appear
Old carols sung on captured ear
Around a piano, where candles glow
Outside the air, with breath of snow
A fireside, where flames enchant
Old memories, from lips recant
'Neath mistletoe, two lovers kiss
A soul renewed, a spirit lifts
Some lift their glass to make a toast
While others sing of Heavenly Host
Beneath a tree, the children guess
Then off to bed, with kisses blessed
In harmony that the angels hear
Sweet music about a Midnight Clear
If you are the ocean, then I am the mist
which kisses the morning the way children kissed
their mother at breakfast to start a new day
If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh
We'll sail through the evening and on to the light
The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right
like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever and touch every shore
If you are the ocean, come wash me away
to some misty morning and there we will play
on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long
If you are the ocean, then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say
If you are the ocean, come wash me away...
nicotine *LIFE WHAT A RUSH*
Silence needs to be spoken and released like a cigarette.
The joy, the laughter and the expression found in a silhouette.
Inhale the wholesomeness.
Exhale the worthiness.
The soul- addicted to all the toxins this world contains.
Like nicotine circulating throughout your veins.
Anger is a venom that $ucks in all the fumes that flow.
Triggers the mind~ and you'll see smoke blow.
Hope entwined with clouds of wisdom.
Like tobacco strangling every inch of my nerves system.
Vapors exceeding emotions love and devotion.
Smog proceeding in slow motion.
Puffing the most beautiful spirited bodies and mind.
Filtering all the bad nicotine your breath left behind.
As I emerge from the dark, your light engulfs me.
Love ignited with a spark, and I trembled in ecstasy.
Just a soft caress, from the tenderness of your touch.
I adore you with all I possess, which may be too much!
Your moist butterfly kiss, makes my very knees buckle.
I'm in a state of bliss, for your tongue's sweet as honeysuckle!
The smell of your honey pot, awakes every one of my senses.
You've hit the exact spot, for you've removed my emotional defenses!
Your love blankets me, sending me spiraling above.
My heart recites your poetry, and I'm comforted by your love!
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here I am in NYC...packing after a safari –theme night party
with Soup members two nights ago, filled with awed revelry.
shrieks whistling on linked arms during a photo shoot,
as live cheers of Constance and Andrea went “ whoot!”
while Debbie and Michael hosted “Tag, you’re ‘It’ “games
bringing Nikko and Sara to compete in spelling members’ names…
I still remember Robert H. reciting his comic spiels, what a blast!
our jaws locked from clapping at Dr. Ram’s impromptu dance act,
till Kashinath segued into a sitar rap in his flashy jungle attire
prompting Linda to donate PM prizes, much to our hearts’ desire.
on our table, an exciting blend of brew amped repartee’s pitches
amused by Brian fleshing parts of short forms without glitches,
enter wacky Sydney applying geographic values to long verse usage
with footnotes on how worlds expand over time from poetic vantage,
oh, how Gwen sparkled with pleasantries as cups of jokes poured
most memorable of all, the warm personal shares of soupers' world
that drew us closer as real people with scraps here and there
recalling red-cherry days and funny bloopers’ wear and tear…
and as I leave from 8th street hailing a taxi to catch a plane,
notes and album tugged this heart, anticipating next gang’s chain.
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DEDICATED TO P.D: get well soon and take your daily dose your soup!
*notes: with admiration for soup members included herein... all in the
name of pure fun!
* Gwendolyn Rix, Brian Strand, Sydney Peck, Myself
* For Michael Falotico’s Table for Four/ P.D Soup Contest
* by nette onclaud
Diamonds smile in her solferino sky tonight.
Henna rose tendrils twine the trellis of her cheek,
lilacs twist and hiss in her ebon-hennaed hair,
snaking against the violet velvet backdrop of night.
Behind ecstasy-wide eyes her untold dreams
etch sinuous illusions on psychedelic silk screens.
She'll trip the fantasy light with him tonight;
dancing the razor edge of danger and delusion,
candyflip kisses clinging needily on her loved-up lips.
Their iridescent amethyst laser light ride;
treading tracers, wading twilight's violet tide,
twining together in pulsating purple light.
An acid house glasshouse lavender love,
their forbidden hush-hush finger-to-lip love.
The single beam of her mind's strobe light on these nights
when a mauve mist envelops and enraptures her;
ambient trance chants entrancing her ear,
henna rose tendrils clinging damply to her cheek,
the tickle and pull of the dance floor tormenting her feet.
Twisting and twirling in techno beat heat,
colours swirling, amping in lilac love-light,
whirling the purple heart party haze tonight.
I want to picnic at the shore and put my feet in the sand
And watch the restless waves give themselves to the land...
I need to feed the gulls and smell the bite of the sea
Watch the path of passing ships and dream of you and me...
I shall walk by the surf and search for treasures rare
Smiling at the thought that Neptune threw them there....
I'll wrap myself in memories of my picnic by the sea
The day I spent dreaming dreams of you and me....
For the Picnic contest...