Best Joys Poems
Yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
In my mind they reside endlessly
like bright recollections rosy in hue
or the notes of a sweet melody.
Sorrow and pain won’t burden me, for
yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
Rich in blessings, I’ll never be poor.
Happy memories carry me through.
“Good old days” end; along comes the new,
and so much of it also is sweet!
Yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
With the new ones, my soul is replete!
Sweet recollections never will cease,
for no matter what strife may ensue,
I know in the end, I will find peace.
Yesterday’s joys are more than a few!
For the Bring Me to Life Poetry Contest of Aiyah de Torres
When walking in splatter of Spring's anticipated rains
blessed is the youth in you, if wearing no shoes;
further given if you can then see rainbow hues
thus finding such fantastic sights halt great worries and pains.
Such fleeting rewards fly by with blossoming paradise sails
should you bask in that magnificent soft warm glow;
savor precious moment, follow which way it blows
casting care to the wind, seek victory that never fails?
As smiling blue sky, clears to send you a most wondrous day
your heart explodes in radiance of sacred gifts
with sunny joy bestowed as clouded spirit lifts -
hope’s appreciation cupped in hands; precious golden ray.
Sweet tears of joy that bring us back to laughter of our youth
when colors filled our world not overcast with doubt,
and purest pleasures bloomed and new ideas did sprout
from creativity’s simple seeds sown in fertile truth.
So for a time give wings to worry’s flight from your pained mind,
your future’s not as bleak as life would make it seem;
bare feet can splash in puddles neath a rainbowed dream,
life’s pleasures in your golden age still there for you to find.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
July 9, 2018
Poet’s note: My dear friend Robert, your enchanting inspiration has worked its magic, once again, for generating yet another radiant collaborative experience. It’s was with wonderful pleasure that I enjoyed the opportunity to write with you this meaningful poem of hope and happiness as one grows older… the golden thread of hope continues to weave its way through our writes and I’m proud of the tapestry our words do create. I relish the privilege of being your writing partner, it is my lovely joy and an honor. Your superb poetic talent and insight gives your poetry a lustrous quality and a rich value that I treasure. It is with my truest appreciation that I call you, my friend. Thank you Robert.
Where have they gone, the simple days of old?
Though filled with toil, their melody was sweet—
A blending of the common joys that hold
That special place in memory's retreat:
Warm home fires burning, families gathered close,
The day's chores done, the evening shared with zest,
That tranquil peace that hovered to disclose
Life's humble ways and means were surely best.
But now the complex song of modern man
So filled with discord drowning out the good
Of basic joys inherent in life's plan,
Makes happiness a gift misunderstood.
And why must progress hush the old refrain
To play this frantic tune we so disdain?
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 227
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 10/24/2016
Barefoot, I romp on flush of evening’s bliss
when gangmates act as allies to this trance,
my hair ruffling with the sashay of leaves
as if summer air wafts tunes to enhance
the fine chorus of birdsong’s melody--
among cobblestones from old hometown's alley.
And there I find childlike spirit's release
this body darting in malleable form;
while woodland becomes a new universe
bathed in luscious dew the glint of stars,warm--
my pulse rising to catch north- winds recede
that giggles bounce, pop like a dancing reed!
Caren Krutsinger's Pure Childlike Fun And Enthusiasm
For the days grow old,
As do we
I search for this woman
It was meant to be.
I found that woman,
Which is you
So, I searched my heart
I found this to be true.
For I shall hold your love,
With blissful joy
To me, you have been
The blessing I had asked for.
For now, it is time,
To tell the world
Having you with me
Was love to be shared.
All joys of life, gladly I would
Exchange
For
Only one night, in your arms
To pass!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 OCTOBER 2014
Charcoal warmed the yard as we poured
lemonade...a bonfire humming our song;
Grandpa and I would roast mallows
till my cheeks flushed, old tales in reruns.
And laughter spilled to drink the night
relishing childhood joys ever enshrined,
with his hands once gentle and young...
Today, Grandpa weaves silent gazes
on a rocking chair... his eyes feeling mine.
A Response To Contest : Silent One
10/24/2016
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Walking around
I see myself fifteen years younger-
Playful and not caring what the world thought of me.
Chocolate dripping from my small lips
Yes,
those were the times.
Being three years old yet acting as if I were Spider-Man-
Shooting my fictitious webs at enemies only I could see.
Being three again,
Has its privileges.
I can have cake for breakfast,
Kiss any girl I want,
Live life to the fullest...at least until my patience runs out.
Yesterday's Joys are today's Taken For Granted.
Cascading baubles, crystals in the air;
raindrops dance down without a single care.
Tulips smile as they drink the water in
heaven’s nectar of pitter-patter din.
To softest ground the hungry birds arrive,
for tasty meals, beaks take a a little dive.
The hungry hatchlings singing little chirps,
will be appeased post meal with tiny burps.
Spring blooms of the narcissus and iris,
replenish stalks with liquid refreshment.
my mind travels back to the fonder days,
of my childhood when in the rain we played.
4-23-2020
Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Bathing in your gentle light
Is like splashing in the sea
Your smile dispels the dark of night
And brings the dawn to me
Our love is young and fragile too
And yet is evergreen
I find each day I am with you
There sprout new joys to glean
And though we are so oft apart
And hand in hand can’t be
Know you’re always in my heart
My sweet and dear baby
“The grass withers, the flowers fade, but the word of God lasts forever."
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As beautiful the depth of the sea,
As fantastic as the first snowfall
can be,
As gorgeous as a butterfly can be,
It is you,my Lord, who surpasses
all of these!
Let me appreciate all your wonders
with humble certainty,
Let me not make a god of trees,
Let me never forget, who made all
of the seas.
1/14/2024
Wind, do kiss thy tree.
Bird, sits on branch, daintily.
Rose, opens softly.
2/18/2021
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Rhymed Haiku
The Joys of Snowshoeing
S ~ suspense, silent steps, scenery
N ~ natural, Nordic, noiseless
O ~ outdoors, open heart, offbeat
W~ woods, wildlife, winter
S ~ stamina, suspended in snow, solitude
H ~ heart healthy, happiness
O ~ ocean of snow, one with nature, outstanding
E ~ exploration, energetic, exercise
I ~ impressive, idyllic, intense
N~ new, native, normal
G~ groomed trails, graphic tracks, generate warmth
I had the joy when I was younger
Of seeing my three baby daughters born,
The first in the summer of 1985
It made me go weak at the knees,
It was the most awesome thing that I had ever seen
The miracle of birth, is a precious event
And watching and helping them grow
Was the best experience I've ever had,
The most fun times and exasperating yes.
Then some years later in 2010
In a new life and love
I was expecting another daughter again
And that was magical too
But in the hours during labour she lost her fight
And without warning out went her light,
It tore us apart
And broke our hearts and every time I shut my eyes
I am back in the room and I am holding her in my arms,
So precious and beautiful only lacking one thing,
That thing called breath.
After a time, about a year, we tried again and now I have a son
And he is amazing in everyway, he makes me laugh
And drives me around the bend
But I know he's another miracle in the end.
And each day is different and challenging
But I would never give up on him for anything.
08/07/2018
It's a joy to let go.
To stop being perfect, such agony.
More glory, in just being me.
To let it be OK, to not be top banana.
There's no Oscar win~ and then...
Simply end up looking old and worse..
Than Quasimodo's sister, Susanna!
Serenity has magic cosmetics of its own.
Peace in your heart, no need to be bold.
Loving others, more than yourself.
Give up trying to impress,comment more!
Quit looking for praise.
These contents of my lazy day.
June 28, 2020
8p.m. PST