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.
The Luckiest Man
I have found that not everyone is as strong
As the skies are wide and the days are long
But in life I have found there is this one
Whose bounty makes me feel as warm as the sun
And from the moment that she first caught my eye
I knew I’d be with her til’ the day that I die
That I would love and cherish her all the day through
And do all those little things we men are supposed to do
And spend my days lost in utter bliss
That I had this beautiful woman to kiss
And there’s one true fact ‘bout her being my girl
That makes me the luckiest man in the world
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
The greatest joy I’ve ever known
A miracle to call my own
So warm and soft and sweet and true
A blessing like I never knew
Worth every ounce of pain and fear
Each heartfelt doubt and wondering tear
Can I be what she deserves?
Are my virtues fit to serve?
Each question harder than the last
All faded now into the past
I gaze upon her perfect face
Full of beauty, peace and grace
A life that’s only just begun
Shining brighter than the sun
My heart has swelled beyond extreme
An ever loving living dream
Gratitude and hope abound
Heaven sought and Glory found
Strength and courage multiply
Seeing through Love’s own true eye
The greatest joy I’ve ever known
A miracle to call my own
Diamonds smile in her solferino sky tonight.
Henna rose tendrils twine the trellis of her cheek,
lilacs twist and hiss in her 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 pulsing 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 dancefloor tormenting her feet.
Twisting and twirling in techno beat heat,
colours swirling, amping in lilac love-light,
whirling the purple heart party haze tonight.
Another fresh year is here,
I would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear.
I would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest,
and give the people around me nothing but the best.
I would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations,
and work hard towards mending broken relations.
I would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear,
and take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear.
I would love to make an effort to be a good friend,
to my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end.
I would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving,
and spend more time in loving.
I would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous,
and speak only the truth and for that be courageous.
I would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly,
and cover them all with feelings that are friendly.
I would love to learn to be sensitive,
and towards others be open and receptive.
I would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me,
and be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see.
I would love to learn to be content about all I have received,
and focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived.
I would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees,
and work to help out for carbon emission decrease.
I would love to learn to be unforgiving,
and be more tolerant and caring.
I would love to right some of my wrongs,
and be true to myself and hum joyous songs.
Finally, I would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude,
and to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.
Some lives are like a stone quickly skipping over the ponds top, forever tossed.
My life is below the surface trying to reach upward with each breathe lost.
But there is still beauty, deep down here in the great depths below…
For the solitude holds me in its grip as I dwell with what I know.
My occasional trips to the surface leave me vastly wanting more…
Still, my life below the surface doesn’t scare me as it did, once before.
And the breaths will come when given, as my life continues to flow.
True it is dark but beauty lingers, everywhere the currents move below.
At times, the surface reflections seem surreal, as if it’s a place not to go.
Comfort comes more and more to my soul, as the deeper I glide below.
Here I dwell within myself, with words, and thoughts, that carry me along.
Perhaps I have found where I truly belong, as I sing my siren songs.
Nothing can describe the excitement that I feel.
I hear the soft click as I open my laptop seal.
The whirring of my modem as it chatters online.
My heart is racing as it seems to take a long time.
I am almost speechless as I wait for the solid light.
I've been waiting all day, so I can get online tonight.
The ticking of my hard drive light rapidly blinking.
The feeling deep in my stomach is almost sinking.
I couldn't hardly wait and it made me feel unwell.
I'm almost in static as I hear "You've Got Mail".
-I could not help myself, inspired by Richard and Becca, nicest people you could meet.
-Not written for any contest
-All rights goto the orignal maker of You've got mail and any copyrights are maintained.
The pendulum motions to and fro,
From the clock upon the wall.
As the second ebb like grains of sand,
For one by one they fall.
Through the window of the dim lit room,
For outside, lies a world of grey,
For thoughts now turn to yester year,
That seems so far away.
With freckle on skin and golden hair,
Topped with lace like bonnet fair.
Upon a face a smile of glee,
As little feet splash in the sea.
A bucket clenched in fingers tight,
With spade to match its colors bright.
In awe and wonder of many things,
Through eyes so young that new life brings.
N Windle. MMXI.
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...
Doom and gloom sure aren't my middle names
More like upbeat and happy for which I'm famed
There ain't no damn future in promoting ill will
Each morning the sun still peeks over the hill
There's enough negativity in the world to go round
Let's not encourage this scourge with a frown
You've only one life to live then it's done
Why not be remembered for promoting good fun
It isn't that hard for mankind to achieve
And it's never too late if we all still believe
Things will be better for our kids and their kids
If we just put our trust in the joy in our midst
In this happiness sermon I'm trying my best
Some say pshaw you'll fail in your quest
I say to the nay sayers, just listen my friends
We'll meet the same fate so let's laugh till the end
© Jack Ellison 2012
He lay there all forlorn
Wishing someone would give him a home
His legs might be bent but he can still walk
Can be very verbal when we talk
He just lies here, has no one to love him
Eyes are so sad, heartache within
No one to hold him to say its ok
No one to watch him when he tries to play
There must be someone whose heart i melt
He thinks as he lays there with hope not felt
Whats this a little guy in a wheelchair
Went to pass by, but stopped to stare
Mam he cries he is just like me
Cant walk so good from what I can see
Can he come home with us he can ride on my lap
When his legs are tired, he's a bright little chap
So now there is hope and love in these eyes
I have a new playmate and a home thats a surprise
I am the happiest boxer pup in town
Have a big grin where once was a frown.
I'm sorry for the ways I fight,
I'm sorry that I dim your light.
I'm sorry I'm so negative,
That I am so competative.
I'm sorry that I'm so outrageous,
I'm sorry my hurt's so contagious.
I don't want to see your heart eache,
Cuz when I do my heart it breaks.
I'm sorry that I'm not so strong,
But you inspire my hearts song.
I'm not alone cuz now I see,
Your light that's shining just for me.
I'm sorry that I'm up and down,
But, Dear, You win the patience crown.
My love for you's so strong, please see,
A fire burns for you in in me.
I know that It's hard to believe,
But God will help us, just you see.
The date was set and the church booked up
Invitations sent out, colors picked, and a hall for the sup.
The bridesmaids and groomsmen had all been chosen
For the date for us on the calendar was now frozen.
The Maid of Honor could only one person be
The Best Man knew this day would be crazy.
For all of the planning, the work, and the tension
Would culminate in this day of anticipation.
The minister counseled us and helped us to plan
But the burden was on us, for this day to span.
We wanted everyone to be as happy with us today
That's why we took so long to plan it this way.
The floweres trimmed the aisle along the carpet white
While all our family and friends dressed festively tonight.
The music started to play as the couples walked the aisle
I was reminded not to cry, instead to give a big smile.
It was my turn to walk the walk now
"Don't slip, don't trip, don't cause a row.
It's the day of the wedding and there is my peer
One question remains, "What am I doing here?"
Hearing and singing my favorite songs,
Accomplishing tasks that've been planned for so long.
Spending a day with a needle or hook,
Crocheting or stitching, or reading a good book.
Creative juices abundantly flowing,
Keeping poetic endeavors fruitful and growing.
Baking chocolate chip cookies on a cold winter's day,
And sharing with friends - it's better that way.
Inner security, freedom from fear,
Nestling close to my husband, so dear.
Hugs from my sons given "just because",
Spending time with family, including in-laws.
But what makes me happiest each and every day,
Is knowing God loves me and for my sins He paid.
Each day I awaken knowing God's on His throne,
And no matter what happens, I'm never alone.
12/7/2011 for Carol Brown's Being Happy contest
The sky finally opened and really let fly,
Buckets of rain down from the sky.
Children’s delight: boots, hats and coats,
Jumping in puddles, making a moat.
Water mirrors give faces a twist,
Were all soaking wet, you get the gist.
A good hot shower, and please a new story,
How about the Jabberwocky in all its glory.
Little heads droop, still wanting to play,
Off to bed sweethearts, a perfectly wonderful day.
I wish that I could write
Like my son the poet
I'm just an amateur
And well I know it
I search the site
And there again
He has written something wonderful
With his amazing pen
Wish that I might write
As he has done
I know I am extremely proud
Of my wonderfully talented son
Dedicated to my son Richard poet extraordinaire
I am so glad that all my children are different
I can love you all for different reasons
We've come a long way
I can honestly say
As I look to the past
I never thought we'd last
But look where we are
We've come so far
We've given and we've taken
We've done things forsaken
We've laughed and we've cried
Sometimes we've even lied
I've hurt you and you've hurt me
But our love feels like it was meant to be
My heart is yours and your heart is mine
It is rare to find a love so divine
Our love is strong and it will come to grow
Forever together is a long time you know
By your side, I will always be
I love you and you love me
We'll stay together and never part
As long as our love comes from the heart
Copyright © 2002 Shari E Davis
You've given me more than you know
You've touched me deep, you've touched my soul
When your loving eyes look into mine
My heart melts and I stand still in time
You're the half that makes me whole
Your love so strong has touched my soul
Sometimes when we wake
It is sweet love that we make
As our love continues to grow
I'll do my best to let my love show
Each day that passes brings us closer together
It's hard to imagine this magical love could get any better
A life together is our ultimate goal
A goal we can reach because you've touched my soul
Copyright © 2002 Shari E Davis