Best Pleasantness Poems
From far a cool wind gently blows,
There's a pleasantness in the air.
Harsh summer heat steadily slows.
The leaves of trees, new colours wear.
Autumn has come in time to cheer
From far a cool wind gently blows
The season brings everything dear
Stock in squirrel’s granary grows
Leaves fall ending their sprightly shows.
Some go fluttering in the air
From far a cool wind gently blows
Some trees are going starkly bare
Flowers begin to fade and die,
As the season’s about to close
Many birds in flock southward fly.
From far a cool wind gently blows
Divine wine…
Pleasantness is within me, I need more of that wine.
What a night I hope it be, I need more of that wine.
You are me and I'm you, till my last day loving you.
I am us and you are we, I need more of that wine.
Like a candle in my night, break the darkness from my sight,
Shine at me until I see, I need more of that wine.
I’ll rub my lips to your lips; my pain will be all gone,
Let’s break our cage, and go free; I need more of that wine.
Blissfulness is around us; seek it from within you,
Come and find the hidden key, I need more of that wine.
Wingless flying is unwise, sit down, watch the sunrise.
Laughing crying grief and glee, I need more of that wine.
You left a trail for "Haloo", he found you with no clue.
He knows the way and told me, I need more of that wine.
10/22/2019 Haloo
Note: Note: This poem is in the form of "Ghazal" with 13 syllables. The rhyming in Ghazal ends with AA bA cA dA eA etc. It comes in two different forms with and without refrain. The refrain in this poem is, “ I need more of that wine”. (Poetrysoup has a great explanation for this form of poetry).
Mummay Mummay
Tucked up in bed so nice and neat
A little girl so very sweet
But all is not quite what it seems
She can’t find sleep because of dreams
Her mother sitting down the stair
Enjoying rest in comfy chair
A tiny voice comes to her ear
The story of her small girls fear
“Mummay mummay”, she faintly sings
“I am afraid of these dark things
Please come quickly my mummay
And chase these frightful dreams away”
Upon the stair a foot does tread
Then she’s beside her daughters bed
Away from eyes her hair she brushes
Red lips kisses, whispers hushes
“Now worry not you are secure
All your bad dreams I’ll endure
Come to me and let us cuddle”
Between the sheets the pair a huddle
Where golden locks begin to mingle
Faces touch and soft cheeks tingle
Hands caress to sooth away
The troubles that upon her prey
Feeling warmth of mothers breast
Against her lightly beating chest
Her eyes they flicker into schemes
Pleasantness pervades her dreams
The demons of her mind withdrawn
She’s free to slumber till the dawn
Soon from the child comes no peep
At last, she finds, her perfect sleep
Mother sees her laying there
With smile beset in golden hair
And wonders in a future day
Her little one will have to say
Now worry not you are secure
All your bad dreams I’ll endure
When in a time far away
Her babe becomes, mummay mummay
R D Seal 18 April 2013
March 30 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 8-10
Key Verse –1Kings 8:17 And it was in the heart of David my father to build an house for the name of the LORD God of Israel.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LIFE’S CHIEF BUILDER
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your covenant’s steadfastness
Thank You for upholding me upon Your truth-firmness
So I can learn from Your lovingkindness
And enjoy Your bliss of peacefulness.
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your Word’s instruction
Thank You for answering me along my prayer and supplication
So I can have Your forgiveness of pardon’s completion
And walk through Your direction.
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your statutes’ command
Thank You for helping me to offer sacrifices of biblical demand
So I can serve You with dedication, divinely planned
And stay in Your goodness of heaven-brand.
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your pleasantness’ desire
Thank You for transforming me according to what You require
So I can get near Your throne where I should retire
And worship You along Your mercies that never expire.
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your rewards’ furnishing
Thank You for raising me up in Your revival-refreshing
So I can involve in Your ministry of character-polishing
And labour in Your work’s perfection-finishing.
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your name’s fame
Thank You for communing with me through Your wisdom-frame
So I can learn and be freed from foolish judgment’s shame
And delight in Your Gospel of salvation-claim.
Lord God, You are my life’s Chief Builder by Your kingship’s authority
Thank You for enriching me with Your Scriptures’ certainty
So I can abide inside Your bestowed security
And abound in Your compassion-braced liberty.
March 30, 2023
A Busy City Street
Every day I walk along a busy city street.
every day I meet largeness of an elephant
and smallness of an atom
in the busy city street,
though I've never met an elephant
or an atom
in my busy city street.
I sometimes notice greatness of Buddha
and littleness of jealousy,
though I've never noticed Buddha
or Jealousy
in my busy city street.
I often think about the emptiness of my mind
and the fullness of my soul
in the busy city street,
though I don't know anything
about my mind or soul
in the busy city street.
Every day I walk along my busy city street
where somebody sees my direness
and others see my pleasantness,
though nobody has seen me.
"Sailing On"
To live is to die but not before the ocean explored
We are the captains of our own lives, set sail young ones to the great beyond
Do not cast anchors in that which you know
You should be filled with curiosity for waters untraversed
The amorphous domain of liquid wonderment is limitless for years to come
Though life and love are based on bow and stern
Sometimes we have will have to dock if only to wonder, wishing more
And then to go full throttle back on the open seas potential
We still must heed cautiously those ships that pass in the night
Even if they are but journeymen themselves, others will mean you harm
Just remember they might loot your future dreams
But they can never take experiences past
So rely on those per chance to dream of better days ahead
And for one dream taken build two more
Because in fact mixed blessings are the fish not caught in the first casting
"A Youth's Everything"
A first trial's bust seeks open arms to omnipresent consolation
Attempts conclude in unconditional surrender but for an every time pleasantness
There breeds the encouragement to succumb to gravity
And often goes down the child, to liken the second part success, a misdirection all the same
Stay away I say, Stay away
As for some neglect makes the heart grow fonder of you with absence
Encourage only for trying to conquer ground on waddling toes, failure be put aside
To refrain from being there, disappointment is a part of life
In tripping and falling everyone must learn to walk
Let them learn instead to sulk alone, autonomy will make them stronger
And when they succeed on toddling feet soon there will be pride unlimited
Vicarious joy for to the child who learned not to cry to you
But to resurrect itself on its own bipedal terms,
To leave alone, to love itself enough, to fight for gains other than your presence
And someday the youngster eventually will do the same to teach the best ways
Taught by the best in its eyes all because you allowed it to roam and face certain facts
Existence whether good or bad must be fought for on its own
"A Youth's Everything"
A first trial's bust seeks open arms to omnipresent consolation
Attempts conclude in unconditional surrender but for an every time pleasantness
There breeds the encouragement to succumb to gravity
And often goes down the child, to liken the second part success, a misdirection all the same
Stay away I say, Stay away
As for some neglect makes the heart grow fonder of you with absence
Encourage only for trying to conquer ground on waddling toes, failure be put aside
To refrain from being there, disappointment is a part of life
In tripping and falling everyone must learn to walk
Let them learn instead to sulk alone, autonomy will make them stronger
And when they succeed on toddling feet soon there will be pride unlimited
Vicarious joy for to the child who learned not to cry to you
But to resurrect itself on its own bipedal terms,
To leave alone, to love itself enough, to fight for gains other than your presence
And someday the youngster eventually will do the same to teach the best ways
Taught by the best in its eyes all because you allowed it to roam and face certain facts
Existence whether good or bad must be fought for on its own
What's In Your Will?
Not everyone has houses or lands, gold or silver, stocks or bonds, IRA’S or CD’S, Cars or cash, insurance policies, etc. But that does not mean we have nothing to leave behind when we depart this earth. The best things in life are still free, and there can be great qualities in our lives that are well worth the leaving. So why not make a ‘None-Material Possession Will’, and describe from A to Z what you wish to leave behind. i.e.
A ATTITUDES THAT ARE GOOD WILL OPEN DOORS
B BOLDNESS IS STRONGER THAN COWARDICE
C COURTEOUSNESS IS NOT A WEAKNESS
D DECISIVENESS IS A FOOT- FORWARD ACTION
E ENERGY IS THE SPARK THAT IGNITES THE MIND
F FAITHFULNESS BUILDS CONFIDENCE
G GOODNESS HAS NO SUBSTITUTE
H HONESTY CREATES BELIEVERS IN YOU
I INTELLIGENCE IS NOT LIMITED TO NUMBERS
J JOY IS FAR SUPERIOR TO HAPPINESS
K KINDNESS IS ITS OWN REWARD
L LOVE GIVES MORE THAN IT RECEIVES
M MERRINESS NEED NOT WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS
N NICENESS IS BLIND TO THE OBJECT OF ITS AFFECTION
O OBEDIENCE CAN COMMAND WHAT IT HAS SUBMITTED TO
P PLEASANTNESS IS AN INWARD CONDITION OF THE HEART
Q QUIETNESS CREATES OPPORTUNITIES FOR HEALING
R READINESS IS THE DOOR THAT OPENS OPPORTUNITY
S STABILITY CALMS AND HOLDS EVERYTHING TOGETHER
T TIMELINESS PREFERS TO STEP IN AFTER READINESS
U UNSELFISHNESS WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE
V VIBRANCY HAS ROOTS FUELED BY MOTIVATION
W WILLINGNESS UNCLOGS THE PIPES OF STUBORNESS
X XENIA (Ze-ni-e [Greek = Hospitality] )
Y YOUTHFULNESS IS A ONCE IN A LIFE-TIME DEAL
Z ZEAL GREATLY AIDS IN THE PATH TO VICTORY
Post102921PSCtest, Alphabet Soup, William Kekaula
2ND CONTEST ENTRY 51722, ABCEDARIAN POEM,
Caren Krutsinger. 2P
My joy is achieved by witnessing my children’s joy,
the pride they emit through accomplishing a good deed.
My love is increased by the love my children shower
upon each other and what the world presents them.
My life is enhanced by the successes my children meet
as they learn and grow from their accomplishments.
Through my children, I feel very accomplished;
I have been blessed by God so joyously.
No purer pleasantness shall I ever meet
than catching my child doing a good deed.
I try my hardest to display my pride in them
as upon them compliments and praise I shower.
If joy were rain, then I am caught in a shower
and the cleansing of my soul has been accomplished.
The thanks for this I owe all to them:
my children; my pride and joy.
Why has God smiled upon me with this deed?
I’ll ask her should we ever meet.
I am sure, if my children you are lucky enough to meet;
in their pleasant glow you will certainly be showered.
You , I am sure, will thank me indeed
and deem me a father, quite accomplished.
You will come to appreciate the source of my joy
and understand the pride I feel for them.
There is nothing I would not do for them
as recompense for the happiness that I meet
in watching them and the life they enjoy
and witnessing the successes in which they shower.
Because of my children, when my last breath is accomplished
I will die a happy man indeed.
In life I have been blessed indeed;
in a life I have lived for them;
in life I have achieved an accomplishment;
when the challenge of being a father I did meet;
in life, my children I hope I have showered
with the lessons for living a life of joy.
So in life, if ever there was a good deed that I could possibly do for them, especially,
it would be for myself to be accomplished in every trial and tribulation that meets me
and so upon them they are showered with lessons in the joy of pleasing others.
Soon one and all will welcome the unique
Pleasantness of spring. Sun’s
Rays and showers will fulfill their
Intended purpose, engendering
New life in the earth as we say
Good-bye to winter’s last cold blast.
Indoor time will decrease as
Sounds of joy fill the air outside.
Closets will reflect the season--
Out with the overcoats, gloves,
Muted shades, and heavy shoes;
In with brighter, light-weight apparel.
Now, let’s unbox those shorts and flipflops.
Go ahead and stock up on grilling supplies.
Some of us have allergies.
Our eyes and noses will flow freely.
Our meds, we hope, will help. Achoo!
NEVERTHELESS, WE ALSO LOVE SPRING!
January 30, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (Jan 29) contest
The big heart of the person who cares, gives and receives.
The caring of doing without being told, the goodness of his deeds.
The pleasantness of his tranquility prevails carrying him his love.
The love that person has goes without dues, for they ask for nothing.
The compassion's takes him or her to heights unknown, though rewards
Are few and far between, for instilled into them are good paths.
Its just what one has been taught into them knowing right or wrongs.
Mothers and fathers, nourished them little and growing. the praying kept.
The praying just what you or I have asked for in a person.
Yet the smile he or she carries exemplifies, willingness.
He or she, the unsung hero inspiring and right over your shoulders.
You just never realized they stood right behind you right all along.
The praying of a hero, benevolent what you just have searched.
That's a true hero and the coming of an age of a hero leading.
The benevolent factor weighs in, carries today and for life all without ending.
March's enduring dreariness looms when no pigeon coos;
at April's doorstep, it still blows away an umbrella or hat...
letting the impatient spring know that he refuses to go!
There were certain days so mild and cheerful almost wild,
but none of them lasted as inescapable moments contested!
Close to midnight, tears falling on this soft pillow reflect moonlight;
and sighs turn into sobs...remembering delicate daffodils' buds
that were as feeble as those dreams I had dreamed as little!
And still March's enduring dreariness is far from pleasantness;
it won't grant my wish...while outside many voices rant,
but shut out from everything, I can't feel or hear anything!
Go to another place, dreary March...vanish in the haze!
In early spring some days are cold,
for winter’s loath to break its hold,
still sending winds that bite and sting.
Some days are cold in early spring.
Sing, one and all, to welcome the unique
Pleasantness of spring. Sun’s
Rays and showers will fulfill their
Intended purpose, engendering
New life in the earth as we say
Good-bye to Winter’s last cold blast.
Are those little birds I see now
soaring in the skies above me?
Itchy, weepy, bloodshot eyeballs
strain to see spring's scenes so lovely.
Fragrances of March and April,
gifts sweet springtime now delivers,
permeate my faucet nostrils,
turning streams to raging rivers.
Benadryl is coursing through me,
bringing respite from the season,
rendering me semi-conscious,
itching not, but lacking reason.
Mid-spring is here. The earth’s alive.
Green grass, full trees, and flowers thrive.
Sunshine and warm winds bring us cheer.
The earth’s alive. Mid-spring here.
Comes June’s debut with longer days
and rising heat. To summer’s ways,
we soon must bid sweet spring adieu.
With longer days, comes June’s debut.
March 23, 2021, spliced together from three old poems
Contest: Fragments of Verse
Sponsor: John Lawless
Happiness is found
Happiness is found, right there in your smile
dazzling me with those pearly whites
makes me want to linger for a little while.
Happiness is found, in your loving embrace
arms wrapped around my body tight
your warmth permeates, leaves it's trace.
Happiness is found, in your passionate kiss
sipping red lips like fine Argentine wine
fireworks explode on starlit nights like this
Happiness is found, in the twinkle of your eyes
the pleasantness of your laughter, it holds me
captive, as me you entangle and tantalize
Happiness is found, whenever you're around
makes my heart sing a new love song, for my
happiness was lost, but now, with you it's found.
John Derek Hamilton
August 22,2016
I choose to love,
And not hurt anyone,
And what I get right back,
Around and within and about,
Is pleasantness and affection,
When love sometimes sparks.
The quiet reassurance,
That timely relativity,
That cheerful greeting,
The courteous sidestep.
That feeling in someone’s eyes,
The sentiment shown,
Where endearment and liking,
Are not unknown.
Realising that equations are numerical,
And that numbers are real by locations,
Enthuses me to continue and to find,
The equation of friends and connections,
The university that equates with socialism,
The news channel which makes shocking equations,
The taxi-man who is a number to himself,
The supermarket that does its financial sums,
The supervisor who relates warmly and firmly,
And that lover who equates with me.
Life is not a problem,
Because I chose life,
And every day life chooses me,
When it returns much good,
Without being fully understood.