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The little town known as Feels So Good.
Was a jolly little village hidden deep in the woods.
The people there would never go to sleep.
Hidden back in the woods so deep.
They never got big they never ever grew.
They averaged in height about an inch or two.
Mostly all they did was run and play.
That’s what made Feels So Good, so good they say.
The sun always shines it never gets dark.
Another reason they’re happy, happy as a lark
Their sky is always blue, and that’s the only blue to be found.
Happy thoughts and smiles they pass all around.
If you’re ever down their way just do as I say.
Take a sip of their water and get ready to play.
You feel yourself shrinking but it feels so fine.
So you can run and play in their warm sunshine.
Well I guess I better go and take me a sip.
Then I can run and play hop, skippity, skip.
Goodbye for now but you’re welcome to come down.
And join us in this merry little town.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2007
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Dragon has left the winter behind; but’s still wound up & flighty as a bat.
He’s in competition with a friend, to be more creative than Dear old Jack.
He wants to make Dragon concrete art, for with Jack Ellison, to compete!
If Jack can do 1700 poems, he won’t rest until 1700 statues, are complete.
He already sells concrete Dragon footprints, popular wherever he goes.
We use them as stepping-stones on our land, everywhere, you know!
First he wants a leaning tower of Dragon, to help scare away our moles.
Then a Dragon Colosseum, within which to practice... our Ninja Trolls.
Next a splash pool you can walk thru, with Dragons to touch and to hold.
He’ll build the Great Wall of Dragon, complete with a kiddy slide, I’m told!
Another idea is a Statue of Liberty Dragon with music coming from inside.
All of it patriotic, as sung by our illustrious and greatly talented Troll choir.
Then Dragon street lamps, to light up & make life safer, throughout the lands!
The Mayor said he could make all this into a new tourist ‘Dragon Land’.
Disney World ‘Eat your heart out!’ We truly DO know, where IT is truly at!
But Dragon balked at being made a comic strip character at first, how sad!
But we told him Super Heroes are in comic books, throughout ALL the land.
Now he will become, ‘Dragon with a D’, of course, with lots of adoring fans.
If you want to be in his comics, Holler ‘HELP’! I’ll write you in, like a pro!
Between exploring his new escapades, he’ll be making his own statues, so...
Yea! He’s doing untold number of poses, to be put in…The City Park!
This should make the Sheriff of Crazyland, simply… Happy as a Lark!
We’ll start with a Dragon Festival there, with Dragon dances everywhere.
Firemen Welcome as Parade floats of Paper Dragons, dance as they sail by!
Dragon sees himself as a Super-dillious-ish Hero, as his stories spin each day!
But Dragon as a comic book figure? Naw! He can’t picture it… No Way!
So we’ll just have to keep that part to ourselves, as sparks fall on his parade.
For you simply have to remember that... REALITY is NOT his thing!
Written 5-21-2015
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015
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I wish I could grow some wings
And soar up to the edge of the sky
Where heaven touches the earth
And the atmosphere protects
All that dwell beneath
I want to feel the delights of the wind
Blowing in my face
As I surf through the thin air
Carefree and happy
I want to see what the avian world sees
As they effortlessly glide
Way up in the sky
Viewing both far and near
I want to cruise high above
Just as the jetliners do
Higher than a hot air balloon
That always seems so lonely
In the early morning sky
I want to get dizzy as I look down
On the people who are like ants
In a world so vast and varied and
Filled with animals and plants
I hope to see Man-made and natural wonders
That only the intrepid traveller ever found
I want to have a panoramic view
That only angels can see
As they look down on you and me
I want to peek over the horizon
That once caused so much fear
And know what Columbus knew was true
That people like me live everywhere
A supersonic traveller I wish to be
As I catch the Jetstream
And zoom across the globe
High above a summers’ kite
Way up where my head will feel so light
No one will be as high as me
I will be the king of the sky
Happy as a lark
Dancing among the clouds
And smiling at the sun
I shall marvel
At earths bounty
That includes you and me
And see where rivers start
Then flow into the sea
I will be where no one
Has dreamt they could ever be
Only an Astronaut
Can outdo me
One day hopefully I will get my wings
And fly up through the sky
Up and up I will go
I will let the wind decide where I will flow
Copyright © evrod samuel | Year Posted 2015
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Life sure ain't for sissies
It takes a strong and a willing heart
To conquer the everyday problems
Greeting them with a smile is an art
It's easy to give in to doom and gloom
To grumble and always complain
But no one's gonna help make it better
You're the one who's holding the reins
Here's what I learned a long while ago
If you greet everyone with a smile
Chances are they'll smile right back
You've made someone happy for a while
But listen to this, there's a residual effect
You've raised your spirits as well
You'll go around with song in your heart
You'll be ringing the happiness bell
So the end result of all of this chatter
You control how your day will turn out
Happy as a lark or filled with despair
The choice is what life's all about!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
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Two Sonnets for your enjoyment, joined by the same quatrain.
Come and join my fantasy
Anyone with a mind can be a part
You just have to listen to your heart
Music adds such harmony
All spirits have compatibility
You will be happy as a lark
You will feel the joy from the start
One cannot describe the joy inside
Join me in this peaceful place
See the eagles flying with such grace
This is the home of imagination
Here dreams do come true
In this place of our creation
Interruptions are very few
Love is found on every shore
Ever after comes every day
Happy is just another way
Life in forever is never a bore
Live the memories you have stored
Here fairies and butterflies play
Come in and with me stay
You will never want to leave
Come and share my fantasy
On the wings of love fly free
This is the home of imagination
Here dreams do come true
In this place of our creation
Interruptions are very few
Copyright © Linda Barr | Year Posted 2012
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These players are very athletic and adroit.
This baseball team represents the City of Detroit.
The fans who attend their games are happy as a lark.
These boys play their home contests at Comerica Park.
With hitting and pitching, this team has gotten it all together.
Their fans just hope Detroit has plenty of sunny weather.
The Tigers are playing well during this current campaign.
Perhaps a pennant is something this team can attain.
July 27, 2013
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013
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If I had breastices
I'd want me some thirty eights
or maybe forty-four magnums
to impress all my mates
I'd want them to be soft
and a little bouncy too
but only for my pleasure
not to share with you
for if I had breastices
I'd be happy as a lark
smiling all during the day
and panting after dark
Copyright © Bob shank | Year Posted 2008
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It is a large Michigan city in the Midwest.
For years, it has stood out among the best.
It has been a busy hub of metropolitan activity.
This is the center of the domestic automobile industry.
Local sports fans have been happy as a lark
with new places like Ford Field and Comerica Park.
However, things have not been going so smoothly.
There have been recent dark days in this municipality.
The City of Detroit has filed for bankruptcy.
They cannot meet obligations when they come due.
This is leaving bondholders and creditors blue.
How are city officials going to pull the entity through?
Reduce spending and raise taxes. What else can they do?
From a news story found on aol.com
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013
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Once upon a time, a Prince asked a Princess
“Will you marry me?”, the Princess said, “No!”
But the Prince lived happily ever after
As away on his Harley-Davidson he rode
He started dating lotsa full-breasted women
Hunted and fished and raced cars
Was seen courting ladies less than half his age
Drank Guinness and frequented bars
Been quite a while since he's heard any nagging
And he never paid child support
Romanced gorgeous cheerleaders regularly
Mud wrestling was his favourite sport
Ate Spam, french fries and Boston baked beans
Blew enormous earth shattering farts
A rebellious soul who left toilet seats up
Freaking cool and happy as a lark!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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As I scour the internet,
I want to be in the know,
about what might happen
in the here and now,
so I look into the websites,
about what could take place,
if there was an EMP attack
on the human race,
or if there was anarchy
that caused a civil war,
then most likely we'd end up
with something called martial law,
its enough to scare one silly,
but its also good to be prepared,
thats why I'm joining the amish
for they are truly a survivalist community,
they would teach me survival techniques,
so my family and I would have immunity,
from what all might take place,
God forbid on this human race,
just have to polish up my German
and they'd probably take me right in,
teach me how to can a bunch of foods,
so we wouldn't get too thin,
and learn how to live without
a lot of todays technology,
so we wont be left in the dark,
learn how to live a simpler way of life,
and be happy as a lark,
no cell phones or internet,
or cars or t.v...
yes indeed I'll learn a lot
from the amish,
so don't take pity on me,
just wont like the part of
wearing those long frumpy dresses,
plowing the field and
wearing those funny looking bonnets.
Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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Lovely Tax Ladies
Tax time to come we waited for a while
Met Lovely Tax Ladies who had a smile
Casandra said it was a golden opportunity
Amount of money waiting for wife and me.
Papers started to fill air and fly around
After they finally all had settled down
Another smile she was wearing on her face
When everything perfectly now put in place.
We both walked out door happy as a lark
Returned to car in back where we did park
Returned home and safely did arrived here
Thanked God for only doing it once a year.
Now if they would have a turn lane marked
out in front of their business. I nearly killed
someone pulling into the parking lot.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422
Advocate of Lovely Tax Ladies.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016
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Our little Orphan Troll, named Lilly, and was always happy as a lark.
She had a squirrel named FunkunDilly always ready, with fun to embark.
They slept and ate together, and rolled around, playing on the ground.
A happier troll you never could see, as when FukunDilly was around.
I made them matching ninja suits, to practice ninja moves in the park.
And the firemen let them sit up front in the fire truck to blow his horn.
Everything was so very perfect, until all the birthdays came around.
As we discussed the birthdays', Lilly ran to the corner to cry, for real!
Lilly didn’t know when her birthday was, and just knew she’d be left out.
So as I ran to poor, little Lilly, I ask FunkinDilly if she knew the date, about.
She has never spoken, but the little squirrel had come with Lilly, you see…
Around here, you never know, crazier things seem to happen, a lot lately.
None of Trolls knew their birthdays, and all ended up sulking on the ground.
I let them each pick a day, and they picked Halloween all at once, all around.
They invited all their friends for… after Trick or Treating on Halloween night.
I rounded up tons of cupcakes, and the biggest cake ever seen, to their delight.
That night witches, elves, and fairies showed up, with even a unicorn.
The weird frogs came with the bears... and all, held sparklers up in the air.
It was fun to see the costumes, or at least I hoped, that’s what they were.
Everyone danced around a bonfire… as the firemen laughed, and looked on.
I was talking to one of my neighbors dressed as a witch, when Lilly danced by.
I laughed about how happy Lilly and FunkenDilly were when playing, all the time…
And I wished her mother could see the gleam of fun, which shone in her eyes.
Suddenly, a flash of light! FunkenDilly turned into a Troll, right before my eyes.
The witch was apologetic… for forgetting to turn Lilly’s mom back, for so long.
She had found her raiding her garden, and punished her… about a year, before.
Now, FunkenDilly had had so much fun… that she wanted to be turned right back.
The toll for forgetting …was that she gave them both butterfly wings for the night.
She may not be a Troll, but, I never worry about Lilly when FunkenDilly’s along.
And the witch promised FunkunDilly, she could be a squirrel, for one more year.
But about that neighbor witch… Whoa Boy! I’ll be WAY nicer from now on, ya hear!
Now, I really can’t wait to make more matching outfits, for Lilly and her mom.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012
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Looking out my window as the sky goes dark
Watching as the trees dance wildly, happy as a lark
The wind singing as it races, making sounds of a race track
Then little droplets of rain start to fall
Lightly at first, then picking up speed as though answering an urgent call
I love it when it rains
It finally slows everything calm
The air now fresh and sweet a healing balm
Butterflies and insects fill the area
I love it when it rains
Especially after a hot afternoon in my Nigeria
Copyright © Oluwatomisin Oyegoke | Year Posted 2011
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Whispers in her corridor voices heard
Shouts of praise maybe laughing gas
She swings open her door to let the light shine in
Gone our the days we used to frolic in the haze
Stone walkways through the ivy hedge
She just couldn't keep her mouth shut to save her soul
Talk of the town that was until she fell ill
Deep within thought she begins to ponder her past
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Reflections come to those who choose
Truth to her was revealed through a barbed wire fence
Setting her melodic soul full force in a trance
Always thinking of her long lost son who ran away
Then one day a knock came at her door
Lest that she implore some other way
Behind the door stood a tall man
Looking for warmth inside for he was a tramp
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Her first impression was to send the man to camp
For many years have passed still having a reason to grasp
Old woman by the shore
Give life time we never know what's around the corner
In time she gathers her senses and approaches the man
His sad face had an unfashionable embrace
A long trace and a thoughtful warm trace
A closer look and she soon realizes
For it was none other then her own flesh & blood
Brown eyes just like her own
With many questions that she once heard
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A plot of land brought back his memory
A mark on the tree would set the story free
After questions passed they both had every reason to grasp
Happy as a lark her face looked straight to the ocean
The reunion with her son
Was a heaven sent magic potion
Through sullen asps with briars in rhetoric décor
A morning has broken and the light came flowing
With shadows torn in darkened circumstances
Heavenly father is a God of second chances !
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2016
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I went into the state liquor store last night on the more serious side of town. It was hopping and everyone was rushing from their cars to the front door as the frigid temperatures tried to bring them to their knees. Oh no! There was no stopping them from getting their fixes. It was Friday night and they were determined that they were gonna feeeel good one more time. They were gonna hit the bottle again and lay beside it kissing it goodnight on the cheek. Not a single one even noticed me either. They were in their own groove and not concerned that I was like a fish outta water in that store.
I saw the security guard first and that was all I needed to see. He was about six foot three and had the heart of my Lord and Savior. There he was standing in the middle of the store bringing any potential chaos to order. I just wanted to share my story with him (and my flyer) about the Mark of the Beast. I showed him the flashy picture of the RFID chip and I showed him the hopes of the government from the Affordable Health Care Act to affix or implant a mark upon the people of our land. He knew exactly what it was too! I was happy as a lark! He said, "Sister! Give me a few of them flyers and I will blow one up real big and plaster it to the walls in here too!" I thought to myself how would anyone ever read them because when they walk into the store they have their eyes plastered on two main things. One being the shelf with their favorite bottle and two being the checkout clerk. Then they dash for the door off to make their aches and pains go away.
It was such a positive interaction though and I thanked God for him. It was as though he was an angel standing at his post. Perhaps he was!
Gwendolen Rix
2-28-15
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2015
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As you enter the town you admire its lake,
the historical houses being quite quaint,
variety of different shopping just in case,
the restaurants there being tops and first rate,
Not too heavily populated and taxes are low,
the pace not too fast and not too slow,
you can rent a boat and on the lake row,
or climb the diving board and off you go,
Or you can go for a picnic at the park,
and afterward go for a nice leisurely walk,
crime is low so don't have to worry about the dark,
most people you pass by happy as a lark,
I think I'd like to maybe move here one day,
it's a perfect place for people to work or to play,
Id sit on my back porch sipping some lemonade,
enjoying the sun and the gentle breeze off the lake,
As the summers here are southernly warm,
the winters not northernly cold,
whenever I drive through Guntersville, Alabama
its so picturesque my heart just soars.
11-8-16
Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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Since the days of Francis Scott Key,
this city has changed significantly.
Still standing is the historical site of Ft. McHenry.
The fifteen star flag still hangs proudly.
While Key saw the rocket’s red glare,
and the bombs bursting in air,
there were no tall office buildings anywhere.
Oriole fans are as happy as a lark,
whenever their team wins at Camden Yards Park.
The National Aquarium is something to see.
It draws so many spectators annually.
This is where Poe wrote about “Lenore”,
and the raven repeatedly saying “nevermore”.
The NFL team carries the “Ravens” name.
They meet their opponents with a formidable game.
This is an historical city on Chesapeake Bay.
Why not stop and visit it someday?
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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Oh happy childhood
Just full of glee
Was a child more happy
Than a child like me ?
Some days were bright
Some days were sad
But they didn't last long
As childhood isn't very bad
If I had been good
I was happy as a lark
If I had been bad
I was afraid after dark
Now as I have grown older
I know what it means
When after darkness
Come bad dreams
For when we are good
The world is bright
But when we are bad
Its darker than night
So friends just remember
When life seems weary
There may be some things we can do
To make life more merry
So if we walk in the light
The world is all bright
But if we walk in the evil way
My friend , it will never pay.
Written by my Grandmother, Mamie Rachel Sterling/Sinner/ Earl
Copyright © Pat Dickey | Year Posted 2009
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While channel two was signing off the air,
there was the rocket’s red glare
and the bombs bursting in air.
Where did you and Ariel go from there?
That was a nice tale you told.
Now it is over thirty years old.
You seemed happy as a lark
after the day you met her at Paramus Park.
Yes, Ariel was a girl you would adore.
Dean, could you tell us about her a little more?
Based on the 1978 hit song “Ariel” by Dean Friedman.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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Living life sure ain't for sissies
It takes a strong and a willing heart
To conquer the everyday problems
Greeting them with a smile is an art
It's easy to give in to doom and gloom
To grumble and always complain
But no one's gonna help make it better
You're the one holding the reins
Here's what I learned a long while ago
If you greet everyone with a smile
Chances are they'll smile right back
You've made someone happy for a while
But listen to this, there's a residual effect
You've raised your spirits as well
You'll go around with song in your heart
You'll be ringing the happiness bell
So the end result of all of this chatter
You control how your day will turn out
Happy as a lark or filled with despair
The choice is what life's all about!
©Jack Ellison 2012
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
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Whispers in her corridor voices over heard
Shouts of praise maybe laughing gas
She swings open her door to let light come in
Gone are the hazy days to frolic in the phrase
Stone walk ways through its ivy hedge lying dew
She just couldn't keep her mouth shut to save her soul
Talk of the town that was until she fell ill
Now deep within her thought she ponders her past
Reflections come to those who choose
Truth to her was revealed through a barbed wire fence with dent
Setting her melodic soul full force in a trance
Always thinking of her long lost son who ran away sense
Then one dreary day a knock came at her door
Lest that she shall implore some other way
Behind the door stood a tall man
Looking for warmth inside for he was a tramp
Her first impression was to send the man to camp
For many years have passed still having a reason to grasp
Old woman by the shore lest I implore
Yet give life time
We never know what's around the corner
In time she gathers her senses and approaches the man
His sad face had an unfashionable embrace
A lone trace and a thoughtful warm trace
A closer look and she soon realizes without any surprises
For it was none other then her own flesh & blood
It was his eyes does it come at any big enough surprise
Brown just like her's
With questions that she once heard
A plot of land brought back his memories
A mark on the tree would set the story free
After questions passed they both had every reason to grasp
Happy as a lark her face look straight to the ocean
The reunion with her son
Was a heaven sent magical potion
Through darkened asps with briars in rhetoric strange decorum
A morning has broken and true light came flowing
With shadows torn in darkened circumstances
Heavenly father is a God of second chances!
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
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Give me all the riches
of the world and I’ll be happy,
I’ll be happy if you get me
all the comfort and luxury
The finest food
The finest silk
The finest wine
will make me a tad bit happier;
Happiest I would be
If you sit me on a plush throne
of silver and gold,
Hand me scepter and crown
studded with rubies and emeralds
Whiling away my days in the
embrace of a maiden eager and bold;
Or...
Look in my eyes with love,
Holding my hand lead me
under a gentle sky
to the cool shades of a tree
swaying with the wind playfully
by a river flowing languorously,
Where the weary birds at dusk
come to roost—
And I’ll be happy as a lark!
~Second chance #3 by Broken Wings
~Contest Finalized: 5/13
~Written:4/14
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2016
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New York welcomed back its favorite sons.
Paul and Arthur sang all their number ones.
Over a million people were happy as a lark
at that outdoor concert in Central Park.
There was plenty of traffic in Manhattan that day.
This duo’s fans were making their way
on foot, by bus, and the subway.
When the sun went down, and the stars came out,
there was magic in the air without a doubt.
We were so happy to see the reuniting of this pair.
They sang some wonderful songs in the night air.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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Pretty Pictures, Ribbons & You
We each must take a step of faith in the right direction
A soldier fighting in the field of grass lives another day
Something to be grasped amidst the madness of outside
Words that are expressed in the night have come to light
A full pledge as we take part in the dance
Pretty pictures fancy ribbons & you
Perhaps we as a nation have bitten off more then we could chew
A dance in the light of a delightful day
We humbly bow the knee to pray
Many people sow discord in the hearts of others
There is no true love anymore for our brother
In light of eternity this day is far spent
A light that evokes a twilight appeal to family & friends
Happy as a lark in the meadow looking for food
Radiant nights with moon fall all a glow
The pitter patter of soft sandaled feet
Pretty pictures, ribbons & you
Nothing borrowed or blue
Bask in the vast array of love from above
A look deep inside for we have nothing to ever hide
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2016
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Oh, to lie awake in the dark,
And let the silence wash over me.
No need to feel as happy as a lark,
Content to simply be.
And the silence that surrounds me
Feels and looks and tastes like freedom.
In the silence there is peace
I think that we all need some.
Time fades away along with noise
As day is done and night begins
Time to rest and count your joys
And soak up the silence within.
Copyright © Rebekah Simpson | Year Posted 2008