Best Happily Poems
Through the screams of pain,
I heard a cry,
A cry that indicated a birth of a new life.
Sitting in the hospital corridor,
I could hear the cry of happiness from tiny lungs,
I could experience the same happiness,
The family was going through.
Yes a girl child!
I thought to myself,
She might be lucky,
She has a modern family who cared for her
Thank god! she did not go through the pain of being killed.
This world has learnt to accept a girl child!
I am happy.............
--- BEFORE---
love birds coo coo coo
mouths holding honeymoon hands
sailing rapture glow
---NOW---
he morphed into a shabby computerholic couch potato
triple sour grudges, the twisted naggings piercing falceto
mr. droid in the attic snoring, his belly bloated like a preggy hag
while garbage stinks as rotting romance wilts on witches’ swag
no night dates, he tickles women online with bills climbing loco loco
--- AND THEN---
merrily soon-to-be-an ex, the droidcoholic shocked bones anew
without a pre-nup, his mother’s mansion's in my name--- woo hoo!
( for P.D's divorce club contest)
To you who brought the light to day
giving life to every season
if on this eve I may humbly pray
for Grace to know my reason
Hold fast my hand and bear my soul
as I rise and meet my future lot
loose fears that face the morrows roll
from will my faith has taught
Stay near my God, guide every step
as I seek the fortune that awaits
bless the road I traverse next
hold me close with your embrace
If in this year you call me home
leave love in all the hearts I've known
12/27/2017
For New Years Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodriques
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
Shall glass behold your countenance, my prince?
Appears your smile whilst shining shoes on feet.
My honesty and faithfulness convince - - - - - -
Your heart to trust…our hearts concede to beat.
One day does not a week make, dear. Let’s tell!
A Friday makes a lifetime wife! Oh yes!
This lonely man, like diamonds in the well,
becomes a shooting star to shine, to bless.
Get well within a hospital ~ not bliss.
Each argument, we bleed, we cry and die.
After so many years – we bond, we kiss.
No closer pair on line - our eyes drip-dry.
My Prince and his gal Friday calm, at rest.
We wring out tears, renew our vows ~ we’re blest.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
The Secret Of McGee's
Long Happy Marriage
McGee was holding down a stool
At McJock's Pool-hall and pub
When Finn came in wearing a grin
And his *** smoked down to a nub
He pulled up a stool, and sat with McGee
And gave him a pat on the back
"Congratulations, you old sod"
Then gave the bar a loud whack
"It's been forty-six years, since you've been wed
How is it you stayed with one lass
Divorce today is common they say
Marriage, not made to last"
McGee looked at Finn straight in the eye
Then took a sip of his stout
"Respect, one another" he said with a sigh
"RESPECT, is what it's about"
"She Respectfully asks for that she wants
And sometimes I'm put to the test
But especially when She's shopping, my friend
I Respectfully nod my head Yes! "
Happily discontent, that I am, that I be
now future
happy discontent
achievable out of reach
joie de vivre bags of regrets
what I am now what I could be
love the journey are we there yet?
live in the present dream of becoming
I'm truly self made I'm reactionary, dependent
let it be, let it be, now endless mindful reflection
I’m restless, but at peace unable to sleep, daydream
I’m thankful for many things when will this nightmare end?
nothing is perfect, fully satisfies quest for perfection ruins the journey
life is an ever evolving process hit or miss, sink or swim, stuns growth
a chest full of good things in life a pile of things underachieved, undone
thankful for what I’ve got so far I want more, but I'm burdened by failures
acceptance without complacency resentful, jealous of what others have
accept that creativity makes mistakes counting failures, clutters & confounds
when the sky breathes poetry
through sepia-streaked silence,
and the earth reclines, listening
to the music of weeping wisterias~
blowing in the pulse of bleeding paradise,
I swallow sizzling stars
within cloaked scars,
comfortably blanketed
in self-woven wounds.
while you, the prisoner of my past,
keep revisiting empty journals,
lacking crystalline colors of comfort.
as crimson are the lines
across pages of pain,
and rhymes left unwritten~
stretching through margins of misery,
like flowers blooming amidst rain,
like fireflies flickering neon dreams,
oblivious to the darkness
that tastes like delicate storms,
gusting with glistening grief,
undressing dusks shivering
in blazing frost…
O tulip trinkets,
echoing ballads of brokenness~
I ache to surf through crooning chaos
in serene seclusion,
away from the fickle wind and
unseen waves, tortured by
twisted tunes of twilight.
I’ve long been the voice of love,
unsaid, intoxicated on life’s
whimsical woes~
a ghost of a wilted rose,
robed in restless redolence,
befriending demons within,
as shadows too
abandoned the healing
chambers of angst,
reluctant to sway
to chamomile chimes
of euphoric gardens
where roots of ruins
are watered with tanzanite tears…
perhaps the moon
was never mine to keep.
and in this distant affair,
I sing sparks of sorrow
to the soul of salt-kissed sapphires,
wishing the world could comprehend~
how peace is neither a lily nor a bird,
but a weathered tree
stuck in the forsaken
sands of felicity,
an eloquent ambience
where I thrive
in bittersweet solitude…
remember me ~
when clouds veil saffron
of the sanguine sun
and the zephyr forgets my name,
I remain the mistress, dressed in
distressed diamonds,
not a seeker of superficial lies
glazed in greed and gold,
I trace trembling chakras of torrents
with ink and sighs,
exhaling lunar-dust,
like a maestro of yearning,
perfectly flawed and unrefined,
still healing ~
tied to the faded lips
of an
enlightened constellation…
L-itterateur's
A-crostic
N-icely
G-ives
S-tatement
T-o
O-ne
N-ame
H-aving
U-sed
G-reeter's
H-appily
E-xpressed
S-alutation
Topic: Birthday of poet Langston Hughes (February 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Thirty-four years we've been married,
and our life together has been varied.
But our love just keeps growing,
so this I am knowing,
we'll be together until we're buried!
Now if that's not okay with you, dear,
let me make myself perfectly clear:
you are stuck with me like glue,
and there's nothing you can do.
So take that and stick it in your ear!
5/29/30
(Tomorrow is my wedding anniversary and the first limerick is truth. The 2nd limerick is just to be funny. No trouble in Paradise here, folks!)
There once was a poet extraordinaire,
Who composed sweet poetry with great care.
She wanted to find true love.
So, she prayed to God above.
He swiftly answered, “Sweetheart, you must forbear.”
Forbearance was her lonely heart’s nightmare.
She was a passionate woman with flare.
Singing in a high octave.
Counting petals of foxglove.
She drank martinis alone in her lair.
A brilliant mind with hope and a prayer,
Resting her head on a lonely armchair.
Praising spirits up above,
She heard Ron’s voice, cute white dove.
Alas, she found him…marriage…love so fair.
(Linda-Marie, I used your profile picture for inspiration for this contest entry.)
© March 31, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Here is the love story of Zhi Nu and Niu Lang
A romantic ancient Chinese tale of very long
Zhi was a nymph and Niu Lang was a cowherd
Cowherd-nymph love forbidden,secretly wedded.
Had two children, but their happy life ended.
As by the goddess Wang they were detected.
The goddess took Zhi Nu back to the heaven
Niu Lang chased them with his two children.
They were blocked by the milky way- sky river
And the children kept crying for their mother,
Shouting her name, Niu and children wandered
By their pain and grief, the goddess was moved.
She allowed them to meet one day in a year
Could be seen in the sky as Altair and Vega star
They meet and live happily ever after for a day.
Day celebrated as Qixi- Chinese valentine day.
Wish I had a beloved like the nymph Zhi Nu fair
So that I can live in the sky with immortal affair.
Like William Blake would say "Death be not proud"
I would have said unlike Blake "Life be proud".
II
Yet another story of Yeh-Shen, the orphan girl
A Chinese Cinderella living with stepmother cruel
She had a friend, a fish living in a nearby river
Once the fish was killed by her cruel stepmother.
Yeh-Shen was very unhappy for of her friend dead.
An old man told her that bones of fish were powered
One day she talked to the bones of her fish friend
Then eventually Yeh-Shen in a beauty transformed.
Once she visited the king’s palace, the king saw her
They were married soon, lived happily ever after.
Wish I was tiger as friend with cruel stepmother
So I could enjoy good things at this age forever.
Wish I was a sculptor like Pygmalion, not a poet
Make alive ivory Galatea by grace of Aphrodite
Married her blessed with the happiness and love
And to have enjoyed long and blissful life to live
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*Based on Greek and Chinese fairy tales of Pygmalion-Galatea, Zhi Nu and Niu Lang
and Yeh-Shen
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Fifth place winner in:
Contest: Happily ever after sponsored by John heck
Happily-Ever-After
Joys by the ocean share nature’s array.
Hopes joined forever on their wedding day.
Love, anticipation, together reached
Everlastingly seen like sands and beach.
The beautiful bride and her loving groom
Walk hand in hand; embrace their new life’s bloom.
Families assembled beneath God’s sun.
Happily-Ever-After has begun.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 28, 2010
Poetic form: Epithalamium
Daffodil tapestries sing in
yellows sounding more like gold
Tea kettle ceramic napkins
proving difficult to fold
Trampoline cinnamon pastries
sweetly bounce like something new
While I remain happily lost
within the very thought of you
Wallpaper patterns a'flight
beside an empty sea of green
Mistletoe glistens at night
still hiding so they can't be seen
Lingering shadowy shapes that
count the questions now in view
While I remain happily lost
within the very thought of you
Don't ask me why,
my answer may not be so clear
It's in my head,
it happens every time of year
Whether awake
or sleeping under skies of blue
All I can think of
is the very thought of you
Chandelier crystals embark
above a tablecloth display
Silverware actions unite
the sunset with the coming day
People are standing in lines
expecting just to see a few
While I remain happily lost
within the very thought of you
Once upon a time...How cliche...Don't you think?
Once upon a time in a town small enough to miss if you blink
Grew a girl with an unique and special gift.
One that started to show everytime she became pissed.
Weird and unexplainable experiences were a constant for her.
The closer she got to insanity the more frequently the unexplainable would occur.
Then came the day she was old enough to date.
Sadly Prince Charming never came so patiently she was forced to wait.
She stood there as her sisters were married. Then divorced.
Still patiently she waits for her knight in shinning armor on a white horse.
Fairytales teach little girls that is how men should act.
But the gentleman gene is what the men of this era lack.
Happily Ever After leaves you wondering if In Death Did They Part.
Was it love at first site or was it lust that left one with a broken heart?
happily married
thoughts of the ones remembered
frozen in time
as they were in that instance
in my mental photographs
never growing
those people I knew
caught in time
still wondering what happened
to the blue dragonfly yesterday