Best Happy As A Lark Poems
In this land of if only, I'd only have myself to reckon with
no real or imaginary people to fight with or have a tiff
In a world of seize and conquer I would feel no loss
I'd ride the ocean winds like an ancient Albatross
In a world of make believe I'd be Queen of fairies
grinding my worries away , I'd then pick berries
in a forest full of bears, tigers and wolves, I'd be
a minx with great stealth, I'd never want to flee
In a planet where stars moon and sun can be touched
I would make plans for a future that can't be botched
In a society that badges truth, compassion, empathy
I'd be happy as a lark in the sky, songful and free
In this land of if only, I'd be a wish that never dies ,
joining forces with all the conquerors of the skies.
It's true, for some hearts burning embers
that a pet is like a family member
and how painful life is, when they slip away
but some pets stay.
Dutchboy wandered in some fourteen years ago
a young pup on the run from one who did not know
he needed warmth and love and one owner strong
the protector he would be, big and strong.
He played and barked
happy as a lark
he kept us safe and snug
as he cuddled and hugged.
Eventually he slowed in his play
and sad and unexpected, he slipped away
but some times in the quiet of the house
I see his shadow walk, quiet as a mouse
and well I now know,
some pets protect us still
waiting for Heaven to call us all
and till then, they stay.
Constance La France
All Pets Go to Heaven
8/17/2020
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.
can you imagine yourself a young girl from Nighastan?
who is thirteen, and never stepped foot in regular school?
toiling day and night, taking care of siblings and housework,
her smile reminds of fresh-bloomed rose, no cameras capture.
can you imagine yourself a young boy from Labonga,
works in a factory for hours and hours since he was eight?
he is still respectful and humble, polite and thankful,
happy as a lark if sometimes he gets to fly a kite.
wish we were supremely gorgeous princes and princesses,
wearing sparkling gucci outfits, flying in private jets -
(talking how to support the poverty-stricken third world)
we watch their lavish weddings, their destination travels,
and secretly sigh for extravagant life we don't have!
met some of those amazingly courageous boys and girls,
who do not complain about their uneventful tough lives,
they accept their hardest journey with humble compliance -
thank god sincerely for their meager plainest possessions!
I imagine - if I had the power to change the world,
I would make their world blissful. surrounded by purest joy,
I would hold her dainty hand, and pore over fairy tales,
I would run without bounds in the open field with the boy.
those children would teach me to be grateful with simplest things,
and to smile joyful smile which nobody can ever snatch.
Poet's Notes: The poem is written on the model of Shakesperean sonnet (14 syllables in each line - exception being there are four Quatrains instead of three).
January 23, 2021
For "Can You Imagine" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
I felt happy as a lark,
I watched an aardvark;
As I sat in a giant arc.
Next, I waved hi to Mark,
As he jogged in the park.
He wanted to catch Clarke.
Then I noticed a dog bark,
That resembled a gray shark;
Lastly, had to run; it got dark.
Alexis Y.
03/11/2022
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.
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