Best Lightheartedness Poems
Jolly is this man who fills our days with jubilingo and Jackanese
Affectionate and articulate with arms ageless as an ocean breeze
Charming and cheerful, corky is not his choice of wine
Kind in all that he does, with knowledge larger than life
Empowering his enormous heart that beats in each verse
Laughter and lightheartedness he brings in the light of each morn
Loving each day, spouting out some limerick's bout our ladies
Intelligent, irresistible and witty, inspiring to say the least
Sweet as a swig of southern sun tea, so they say : )
One in a million , so proud to call Santa Jack ours
Now sing happy birthday to the man who's an everlasting star
Happy Birthday Jack
Love Charma and Tim
A palpable hovering haze
of intention or expectation
hangs in the silence
Avoiding the issue of attraction
As it weighs burdensome
On the lightheartedness of friendship
And its virtue of affection
Subtle yet really hardly so
Stubbornly refusing to name itself
And come out in the light
Somehow ashamed of its own existence
Yet here we are already in the What If
AP: 2nd place 2020
My greatest inspiration comes
in the darkest of rooms.
My bedroom holds no lamps,
my windows covered with shades-
Fear not…
for I am content when
the sun descends and the
twilight rises.
The beauty of my opacity resides inside
the meaning of my existence.
I was born at three a.m.-
in complete murky darkness.
There’s elegance in the dim-
There’s clarity in the loss
of light.
It’s cold,
yet warm when I enter the shadows.
It’s noisy,
yet quiet in my head as I wallow in
what some may call prison,
but not me, I call it my fortress.
I find myself in darkness,
for the light bears no witness to
my shame-
I hold the fear of a fallen angel,
and yet…
the darkness rises above
to relieve the pain of an ignited kindle.
Shroud me in sheers and shield me
from daybreak-
Lightheartedness shines
when darkness radiates-
Euphoria prevails
when shades of black beam.
Dusk instead of dawn,
black instead of white-
Blind instead of perception,
Darkness instead of light.
March 18, 2017
My approach to life has always been
One of lightheartedness and just happy to be alive
However, I recall my early years, especially my teenage years
When I was filled with self-doubt
Thought of myself as quite unattractive and lacking in people skills
Until I got out in the working world
And realized my humour helped push me through
I discovered people love to laugh
It helps them through their gruelling day at the office
Humour has carried me through my whole life
Through my good times and especially through the tough times
My motto is, “if I can't change things...
Oh well, this is the way it is, so no sense being unhappy forever”
Though at times it can be extremely difficult
I've always manage to eventually laugh at life
I've discovered it's the only way to survive
I'm not suggesting that everyone is capable of this
But it's my secret to a long and happy life
So there you have it... why I'm known as “Jester Jack”
A title of which I am so very very proud!
I'm just happy to be alive!
© Jack Ellison 2014
A simple little phrase - with meaning so profound.
Quit running and hiding in your space underground.
This phrase applies to people and animals alike.
From us you should no longer feel the need to take a hike.
With arms open wide we're here to welcome you.
Why stay alone with feelings sad and blue?
Open up your heart and give us a chance.
Set free your spirit - laugh often and dance.
Throw away negativity and any feelings of doubt.
Give everyone a clean slate - enjoy what life is all about.
Don't dwell on all the times when others have let you down.
With lightheartedness and a smile you can chase away that frown.
Furry friends and animals can knockout that dreaded stress.
Also any ugly comments which caused you such distress.
Throw wide the doors and windows to your heart - let true happiness begin.
Come to me, I'm by your side - just open up and...... Let Me In!
We breeds start to unexpectedly open our eyes,
In the midst of no where we start crying without lies,
the pure gesture we aboard and the nurturing hands we've been weaved in
the numb of love we've been deceived in,
we cry with joy hope and without consciousness,
as those surrounds us start celebrating with hearts righteousness,
this was the beginning of spring with blossomness,
new buds starting to crackle and sing with lightheartedness,
As we open our eyes in this world its new palace which we've stepped in,
with no notion of words and no creeds we've cropped in,
we start growing blooming and tackling with time,
living peacefully and tranquility for the hope with a resulting prime,
we walk through the fence with our hearts melded rusted and molded with time,
we end up walking the path which itself is a question of choice,
who knows whether we are on the right track neglecting the inner voice,
we crumble we rise we fall we abandon,
as we learn with time to cease the thinking with stand on,
then it comes the moment that was the destiny of our journey all along,
we end up becoming received by our deaths before long,
the moment we start departing from the world,
the moment we start letting our eyes getting closed by the cold,
as the body goes numb falling of snow begins,
the newly grown buds start dying out insignificantly,
as the eyes starts closing with no hope of regains,
our heart beat become impulsive with no pure intentions to last longer,
our organs tripled and amalgamated with the hearts idea of revolting,
again who knows if we are gonna truly find peace,
to others that surrounds us we are a lost crease,
we lie resting with no Turing no cries no laughs and soundless,
as they start mourning with there hearts content that's endless,
how odd the world can become,
the ones that were joying are now mourning and crying,
and the ones that were crying are motionless like the calm of a tree,
how tragic it may seem to us and to the world encounter,
but in the end life is a journey from spring to the winter.j
No one knows what it's like
To be the sad man
To have on sad eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to feel treason
To be faded to telling only lies
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
To be mistreated
To be defeated
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry
And don't worry
I'm not telling lies
I'm convinced that you hate me
You like to see me cry
Its already a proven fact
That you wait
And you wait on me to die
It's all a scary fact
I find it hard to confide
You want to be away from me
I won't let go
Take me down
I've got a reason
And I want to know
The reason for the infidelity
I'm convinced of your unfaithfulness
So I'll wait on you tonight
Please take this time
For me to be unforgiving
I gave my life to you
I lay my life on the line for you
And this is how i received my pay
In disloyalty, double cross, falseness,
In falsity, perfidy, sellout, treachery
When Emily grows up
And asks for her mother
Or says how was mom like?
I'll simply reply to her
With these heart broken words
She is abandonment, ease, lightheartedness,
Naturalness, spontaneity, unrestraint
But Emily please forgive your mother
Once again
I promise it will only make you stronger and wiser
Something that your mother never was and never will
in streams of sunbeams inviting
my face to turn upwards
I am captured by intangible senses of
nutmeg and cinnamon communion-
candy-coated moments blossoming
As the wizard of memories wakes a dream
speechless and smiling
standing and body turning with movement
I am drawn onto the shag carpet
of blades sprouting green lightheartedness
tickling the soles of my feet
unabashedly bare
naked on an aimless path
shuffling gaited rhythms of a waltz step
striking with carefree muted thuds
on the squishy sod
jumping-running-skipping…
lifting ever higher-a freedom
that only children know
visitors from the ghosts of my youth
appear from the mettle of my core
singing, talking and laughing
each lyric echoing unrestrained
their haunting chimes pasted
in a basket of blue skies painted
with art of clouds
colored like vague stranded souvenirs-
a pictorial imbued across the horizon
a stage-play of our backyard friendships
step-by-step twirling-arms swinging-round
bare feet colliding with smiles
and I…..with great laughter...
I danced with them all!
November 2, 2022
This or That Vol 14 Poetry Contest
Renascence
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Vacation
Countdown
Anticipation
Enticing tropical suns
Dreamy azure skies
Caressing warm breezes
Vivacious toe polish
Skimpy sandals
Flimsy sundresses
Colorful cultures
Exotic architectures
Vibrant traditions
Festivals and feasts
Joy and laughter
Leisurely freedom
Lightheartedness
Childlike awe
Feverishly fanatic
Infatuated
Travel Bug
AP: 2nd place 2020
Dear God, WHY?
© Ben Burton
There's precious little joy in growing old
When few, if any, life-long friends survive
Fond memories seem richer when they're told
To someone who can smile and verify
Yet, it is thus and thus it shall remain
Death is as much a constancy as life
As long as man inhabits this domain
Lightheartedness must yield when death is nigh
Yet those whose tenets stretch beyond the grave
View death not as an ending but a goal
And if there be but one existing way
Then Satan is, by far, the King of Souls
The numbers have been checked and certified
Less than one-third embrace the Christian faith
Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, Muslims, must abide
Eternal pain within that other place
To question what seems flawed is heresy
For those who say it's all part of His plan
But age implores one view this tragedy
In horror at the human avalanche
All tumbling into never-ending hell
Some barely having tasted earthly wares
And how can faith rescind all that is felt
When watching life surcease, without a prayer
At least, no prayer that makes a difference
Though even Christians like to think it so
But there remains a cold encumbrance
For those not saved all Heaven's gates are closed
If age embodies wisdom in this realm
Though human years are but a tick of time
Who might inquire, instead decide to quell
The greatest unknown question, "Dear God, WHY?"
Noetic integrity
of LeftHemisphere verbal dominance
represents polypathic resilience
With poetic empathy
of RightHemisphere nonverbal harmony
co-arising polyphonic resonance
Together contributing to our
ecologically enlightened,
politically empowered,
bilaterally co-engaged worldview
of EarthTribe fabled sentience
back toward pre-historic native
natural/spiritual co-arising experience
Just as an interpersonal connection
of deep noetic understanding
occurs when an individual feels
what an environment reveals,
When sacred organic individuals
know ourselves as more than merely secular
dissociated,
because sacredly incorporated
experiences of communion
more than merely competitive
win/lose managing to survive,
commodified by elite investors,
owned by zero-sum competitive struggle,
used by a runaway supremacist system,
rented for capital-driven purposes
consumed with getting corporate executives
ahead
By analogical comparison
poetic RightHemisphere prominence
of IndividualYang identity
within social Yintegrity
actively seeks
and thereby finds
deep democratic interspecies dialogical connections,
reverse bio-historical reconnections
And noetic polypathic understanding
that a humane person,
physically organic
with global multicultural health intention
to reactivate historical multi-regenerations
of deep sacred learning,
holistically win/win incorporated,
reconnected,
indigenously religioned,
feels what another neurosensory organic creation
re-creationally feels
both RightHemisphere resonant harmony
and LeftHemisphere resilient integrity,
both sacred
and secular,
both flowing cosmic interrelationship
and strong bilateral
ego/eco-systemic
inside/outside
noetic/poetic
polypathic/polyphonic
bicameral integrity.
Alone in quietness of space.
This singularity, this darkness, that is how I find myself at the moment. So different form how I once saw it. I choose it.
The presence or absence of someone else will no longer define me as a person.
No, I do not need someone else’s notion of love to feel loved. I know what it is; I know how to define it.
For I am no longer a slave to its tidal passions, the ebb and wane with someone's emotional moon. No longer will I be shackled to it like Andromeda to the rock.
That is all easy to say, but hard to do.
Can I accomplish the " no longer needy phase of my life." I am finding more and more that I like the quiet in my life the oneness with myself. The wholeness I feel; I am alone in the dark, reflecting, recharged through silence.
The beauty of my own thoughts, whether regret or validation. Intimacy within my own mind.
Closing my eyes and river of emotions moves through me in minutes. The heavy sadness of regrets the lightheartedness of joy, they are emotions that all exist within me. I am okay with all my emotions now, with the good and the bad. Reflective nature of the mirror of my mind.
My approach to life has always been
One of lightheartedness and happy to be alive
However, I recall my early years, expecially my teenage years
When I was filled with self-doubt
Thought of myself as quite unattractive and lacking in people skills
Until I got out in the working world
And realized my humour helped push me through
I discovered people love to laugh
It helps them through their gruelling day at the office
Humour has carried me through my whole life
Through my good times and especially through the tough times
My motto is, “if I can't change things...
Oh well, this is the way it is, so no sense being unhappy forever”
Though at times it can be extremely difficult
I've always manage to eventually laugh at life
I've discovered it's the only way to survive
I'm not suggesting that everyone is capable of this
But it's my secret to a long and happy life
So there you have it... why I'm known as “Jester Jack”
A title of which I am so very very proud!
I'm just happy to be alive!
Save some time each day for pure enjoyment
Learn the value of a hearty laugh,
Nothing is so refreshing as pure contentment
Make a funny comment your autograph,
I’ve learned a valuable secret from our Jack Ellison
Reading his limericks each day,
He has a unique way of teaching us this lesson
In a joyful, non-confrontive way.
Keep in mind, we never get too old to enjoy
The lighter moments in our life,
Lightheartedness is a wonderful, available ploy
To rid ourselves of all injurious strife.
written March 26, 2022
Language of heart circuitous
Longing for cherished levity
Labyrinth walks ethereous
Leaden soul soothed of self pity
Listening to a chirping bird
Let the looping calm sink inward
Lightheartedness morphs luminous
AP: Honorable Mention 2020