Best Enjoy Poems
By different lovers I’ve been kept,
some skillful and a few inept.
I always respond, unafraid.
I rather enjoy being played.
A Spaniard picked me up one time.
His classic strumming was sublime.
Notes poured from me like a cascade.
I rather enjoy being played.
That man released me, and soon I
was picked up by a strange punk guy
who stroked me roughly. Though betrayed,
I rather enjoy being played.
My strings broke often from his touch,
yet thrilled was I by his thrum. Such
unique new tunes from me were made.
I rather enjoy being played.
His sister held me awkwardly,
but then she sang so beautifully
it mattered not my sound would fade. . .
I rather enjoy being played.
She and her brother gave me to
some plucking fools without a clue
till an artiste came to my aid.
I rather enjoy being played.
He pressed my frets, this handsome boy.
My stings were vibrating with joy.
I climaxed with his smooth glissade.
I rather enjoy being played.
With him I hope to have remained
in years to come. His love’s unfeigned.
Although I know at times he’s strayed,
I rather enjoy being played.
New Day
Give us all a New Day
Give us all a Holiday
Give us all a brighter dawn
So when the Sun pierces our curtains
That what which we were uncertain
Are consigned to our past
Like ghosts and ashes
So give us all a New Day
And let the sun shine
Into every room
Where the clouds of doom
Are decorations and affirmations
That the Storm is clearing
And the Sky has no ceiling
For all we are feeling
Is Love and Rocket's
Set for the Sun
Come On
Come on
And all become 1
Who fear none
As Love's great reward
Is nothing more than that
Love itself
Enjoy the gift
And give the World
A well deserved Lift
“Each morning is an invaluable gift- To be alive is a boon, to be able to stay healthy is a bonus, to enjoy love and beauty is bliss”- By Poet
Early morn, I wake up from my sleep,
Sensing on my cheeks, dawn’s first gentle kiss.
As the shroud of gloom is lifted off from earth’s face,
In my heart rises sweet whispers of bliss.
Yesterday’s mistakes, gone like vaporous nothings.
A calming peace gently overpowers my soul.
The air is crisp, quiet and pleasantly still.
The morn opens new scenes and vistas whole.
Flowers gently sway in the passing breeze.
Bees buzz around, not giving rest to tiny wings.
Coloured confetti fall from the Gulmohar tree.
Butterflies flit around as my soul in joy, sings.
Remember, how lucky we are to see another sunrise,
To savour what nature offers as an inestimable prize!
Do not search for why
in love there is no why
no a doubt
you will not need an explanation
there is no formula or recipe
you just feel it
11.11.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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Today it is Thanksgiving Day
For all dead turkey’s I do pray
That you had a good life
Now you’re carved with a knife
Served on a plate as the entrée
Have a great Thanksgiving folks!
26th November 2015
Some days are diamonds, some are stone
To quote an old John Denver hit
Truer words were never spoken
The “stone days” (not stoned days!)
Are only sent to us to test our resolve
And to appreciate the “diamond days” even more
To prove, that as dark or as difficult as life can get
There is ALWAYS a silver lining
Otherwise we'd all be candidates for the looney bin
Trust me, have I ever lied to you before?
Okay... well only a couple of times
And I was under the influence???
The influence of WHAT, you may ask
Uh, I take the fifth... okay here are some examples
Now let me see, watching a pretty girl go by
Or the government sending me an unexpected refund
Of a couple of hundred dollars YEEHAW
Maybe sitting down to my favourite meal
With my lovely spouse I've adored
Since the two of us were dreamy-eyed sweethearts
In grade school right up to the present
And now happily married with a couple of wee ones
Don't get me wrong, I do have days of stone
But my diamond days far outnumber them
So the bottom line is
Live, love, laugh and be happy
You only get one chance to travel life's highway
So ENJOY the ride!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
A woman walks into a coffee shop,
sits at the counter.
Right next to her is a gentleman
reading his newspaper.
His face buried in his daily
without looking
he reaches out
takes one finger
from her Kit Kat bar.
She can't believe what she just saw.
Clearly angry
she rustles the foil on her bar
as she herself takes a finger to eat.
A few seconds past
Once again the gentleman
takes another finger
of the now infamous chocolate bar.
Now the woman is furious
she grabs his Newspaper
out of his hands
throws it on the counter.
She then grabs
a piece of his doughnut
dunks it in his coffee
eats it and walks out.
The man is clearly in shock and confused
but says nothing.
He orders another donut and coffee
returns to reading his paper.
Meanwhile the woman heads to
and gets to her car.
She opens the car
Now you can see it all on her face
redder than a Kit Kat wrapper.
Sitting in plain view
on the passenger seat
quiet and unassuming
is her Kit Kat Chocolate bar.
Poor man
and he was so polite about it all.
Maurice Yvonne
19~10~2014
This write is inspired from an idea
I recently had for a Kit Kat commercial.
You will never see it in a poetry book
but hopefully you enjoyed it.
Maurice Yvonne
19~10~2014
Play on the fiddle and on your toes twiddle
For life may pass in a twinkle, no time to dawdle
Before your powers dwindle, with joy, your life kindle
Be helpful and save good memories to fondle
April. 25.2022
Killing with an Epigram Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Margarita Lillico
Budgie Budgie what can I say about a man named Budgie
when it comes to writing poetry, he's as tender as can be
but when it comes to rocking your world with his guitar,
well watch out FANS, for he's the best musician by far;
Budgie Budgie what can I say, "its your Birthday today
and its only right to make a wish on this very special day
White wolves will howl at the moon tonight so celebrate,
have a piece of cake, enjoy every morsel on your plate
Budgie Budgie King of Poetry you "poet of all times"
lets sit back and watch him shimmer, and shine
Happy Birthday dear friend, best tie is a friendship tie
that is why I knotted this poem with love, & Mai Tai .
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FRIEND
MAKE IT COUNT...
February 10, 2021
We were calculating theoretical yields on chemcollective
and somehow we ended up dancing to ”go left.”
We were finding oxidation numbers on labster
but somehow we started laughing.
We were balancing chemical equations on PhET
but now we’re singing “World we created” with hair-bush microphones.
Believe your competence - be impressed with your progress.
Attack every challenge with self-contained ease.
Armor yourself with confidence.
You’ll like the way you enjoy it.
*We started studying for school - weeks in advance of spring term - those names (Chemcollective, PhET, Labster) are tools for working out chemistry equations - like calculating theoretical yields from compounds. So we practice, practice, practice until we can do them blindfolded - or in pressurized situations like tests.
Commenting on others poems is a personal choice
There is no book on “Comment Rules”
We are all adult and individual
To do as we choose
There are no wrongs or rights ….”only respect”
So we should do as “we” please
Comment or not comment
Not to be judged or appease
Personally, l like to comment
I also like to receive
I love the social side of P.S
Its part of the PS joy “for me”
“I “comment on poems l truly enjoy
Yes “ l “ like to return a comment “if l can”
Only if it comes from a place of sincerity
And the poem ….l truly understand
I have actually no expectations regarding comments
Each to their own is my policy
I am not offended or upset
It does not affect my poetry
Yes, it makes me feel good to receive positive words
As l value and appreciate others thoughts
I enjoy the interaction and friendship connection
Encouragement and support
There are so many different levels of poetry
Many advanced levels way above me….l cannot comprehend
So l will not comment….if l do not understand
Not even when its to one of my lovely poet friends
I will not comment on a poem l do not understand
No matter how beautiful or as much as l would like too
I would be lying to myself and the poet
To myself and other poets “l will be true”
So, who cares if some behave childish playing tit for tat
Avoid or ignore …..it is actually their issue
Focus in life about what really matters
Not…. “who says what to who!”
Keep It Simple And Just Enjoy Poetry!!
Into the sea spring tides of the river flow,
Out of sea tides does the rising moon glow.
Glittering waves roll on thousands of miles,
All rivers are robed by lunar beams in piles.
The river twists and turns around the green field,
Snow pellets on flowers the moon rays yield.
The air is frosted with the moonlight sensible,
The white sand on the islet is clearly invisible.
In one color the river merges with the dustless sky,
And in the azure dome the lonely moon rises high.
By the riverside who first saw the moon shine?
When did the moonlight first find a human sign?
Life runs on endlessly from generation to generation,
But the moon remains unchanged years in succession.
No one knows for whom the moon is there waiting,
Yet the river constantly sends off the water flowing.
Like a wondering cloud I parted with you in weep,
Leaving you standing at the ferry in sorrow deep.
Which family has a traveler in a boat tonight?
Who is lovesick in a boudoir lit by the moonlight?
The miserable moonlight moves up and down the stair,
But it should focus on the dressing table you prepare.
The moonshine on the curtain cannot be rolled away,
The beams on the washing-board are brushed but stay.
Gazing at the same moon we can’t converse through,
By moonlight I wish my sincere love could reach you.
The message goose cannot fly higher and farther,
Text-like ripples are written by fish’s jumping on water.
Last night I dreamed of the fallen flowers on the pond,
I couldn't go home although it is mid-spring beyond.
Even the river will soon run out of its spring tide,
Into the west the brilliant moon will finally slide.
Slowly the tilting moon hides itself in the sea haze,
And we’re thousands of miles apart with vain gaze.
How many enjoy reunion when the moon is bright?
On swaying trees the setting moon sheds woeful light.
(Tran.)
Sit back, try to relax
Calm your mind, still your eyes
Breath slowly and observe
Enjoy What It Is To Be Alive
Feel the moment you have
Try not to run or hide
Embrace all that you are
Enjoy What It Is To Be Alive
Take a second to ponder
All that has been and gone
Let it gently wash over you
Enjoy What It Is To Be Alive
See that God has surrounded
Your every waking thought
We are never alone in this life
Enjoy What It Is To Be Alive
Love can be given by any
I too am equally included
Every happening to be counted
Enjoy What It Is To Be Alive
Each moment so sweet, enjoy it,
Just dwell on life's good things;
With life's course of verse, rhyme a bit,
Much joy, to you, it brings.
See the poise of the sea:
Her harmonic chord be
Her ebb and flow you see!
With a smile you greet,
Each moment so sweet.
Quietus
02/04/2022
QUIETUS (Jan 2022 edition) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
The world persuades us to go faster
never to settle for an average speed
but eventually faster puts us off the road
proving nothing good comes from greed
The fast pace of life takes enjoyment
far far away taking out the good
the beautiful scenery you've missed
flashes past you as it has stood
Where are you going in life?
do you actually know at all?
to know the sense of all this
watch out you've missed the call
As well as the sense of your way
there's also why this is to be
going so fast too difficult to stop
no matter your machinery or the fee
Learn to regulate your pace
in common with life's expectation
what's life really doing for you?
turn your throttle for real motivation
(Quote:
Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.')
- Eddie Cantor (1892- 1964)