Here I am, so loved and adored,
running in fields with my wagging tail,
and every moment I can't be bored,
for every day brings another tale.
When I am out, it's all divine -
flowers, trees, butterflies, sunshine,
but being free on a coastline,
I'm delighted, on cloud nine.
Sounds and smells they're all exciting,
all I can see my happiness yields.
If I'm back, it is just for inviting
you to run with me in the fields!
sunlight was made for your eyes
glints of golds
hints of greens
touch of brown and violet
i fall into them, wanting more
the sun draws out your magic
i feel humbled and awed to know you
and delighted that you are mine to raise
It is tonight
I and my best friend decided
We shall make things right
We can't love each other and be divided
And for all I might
I shall say it and be delighted
What shall be said shall be said
By the sayer
and what shall be heard shall be heard
By the hearer
We cannot hold it till we're dead
Says the sayer
Tonight we go for a walk
To no destination
And as we walk we talk
To no estimation
And all shall be said in bulk
So we make the decision
But remember
Not December
It is tonight!!
There have been plenty of times where i have been successful at only seeing the worst, hypothesising that it's one the most typical successes.
Then there comes a time where my mind can't possibly take it anymore. It becomes so numb towards pain.
After a brief period of dissociation my mind started paying heed to all the little things, involuntarily.
Why that happened? we don't know. But I'm glad it did.
I'm delighted my body was able to turn towards the light like that.
But what were those trivial things?
To be able to see the pink and purple skies until you recognise
When you were able to be of aid to a stranger in need
an unexpected acquaintance asking how you're doing and seeing young children playing.
Meeting a tiny pup on the streets, your doodling turns out to be a masterpiece.
A random stranger smiles at you,
the petrichor, the sensation of water tickling your feet on the shores and
of gentle sunrays kissing your face.
I suppose it's all just evidence that not everything in the cosmos is meant to be dreary.
Delighted in sight
Breathing the night
Movement in flight
Come on with it
This isn't that
Not quite right, what is it?
That that's diabolical
I'm fortunate Angelic
Endeavor and Fender
Demons devoured heavily
3/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
Trump has been sighted
many people always slighted
he was delighted
by Trump we were told
on his party has a hold
image of him did mold
is trash like corn husk
Trump dental work showed a tusk
always did like Musk
of Trump had our fill
had failed to pay his each bill
which we knew he will
how you delight and dazzle me dragonfly
you have kept me from my garden work,
made me forget I have lunch to fix or clothes to clean
I am enthralled and mesmerized by your beauty
honored that you have landed on me twice today
you are keeping me from other things, and I love you for it.
a fallen log lies in the yard.
Can imagination rescue and recycle it?
Beauty of flowers could enhance and warm it
stump of an oak
ingenuity could possibly salvage it
healthy green plant can enlighten and enliven it
all it takes is an idea person
with touch of a master gardener
My neighbor shows proof of this
All over her yard
I see and am intrigued and delighted
Wondering if I could ever replicate her
enthusiasm and imagination?
Extremely excited and delighted
spotting the broadest smile,
I trashed what was unruled;
my tone is not rude and hostile!
An aura of intense gladness
enlivens mood and expresses
a spirit of reclaimed blissfulness:
euphoria is true cheerfulness!
Misery is the worst friend,
it wouldn't allow brightness
in that bleak sky of pastel red:
shouldn't it show liveliness?
I've traded animosity for pious forgiveness
realizing that anger led to useless conflicts;
hardships and sorrows were painful arrows
poking deep ignoring all pleads and screams!
I believe couples should confer with each other
before making any decisions
if you need them to stay with you that shouldn't smother
but should instead provide provisions
there shouldn't be any unreason
for to be apart
doing things with each other without reason
helps align the heart
you pick your friends wisely
that way they won't interfere
with your relationship pattern tidy
and for terms that endear
I'm going to be careful
to practice this particular thing
in hopes that it will be returned in this vessel
and peace of mind it will bring
Party Sighted and Were Delighted
soon we had sighted
party and were delighted
and glad invited
Jim Horn
Dancing fingers sing me a song of happiness,
And do I not relish the thought and the feeling?
If the element of surprise delights ,
And the rhythms sway my mind,
Am I not complete, the fullness of my body,
One with the passion of my mind?
If the labourer hears the insidious song,
The dancing fingers on the keyboard,
The driving rhythm that yet harmonises
With the particles of the mind, will he
Not sing out and praise his lowly life?
Does not the breast of this man and that woman
Rise up in emotion at the tinkling dance of notes?
My mind seeks rhythms and rhythms engulf my
Mind; mutual harmony with the soul. Sing me
The song.
D-elighted
O-ne
R-ightfully
O-btains
T-he
E-xpression
O-nce
B-irthday
A-crostic
R-ightfully
A-pplies
Q-uote
U-sing
I-ts
E-xcellent
L-ines
Topic: Birthday of Doroteo Baraquiel (February 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Blips of sunlight on a dappled brick garden path led me to
experiment with a glimpse, and then a peek.
I was immediately mesmerized by the beauty I found inside
The over-sized garden gate which had been left propped open
in the middle of the shadow trees smiled as I gazed.
The old-fashioned brick walkway was crooked in its wisdom.
Covered with bits and tastes of lacy moss, at brick corners.
The path, the fence and the gate enhanced the pinks and oranges of the garden.
Delicate flowers with unknown names rose on my right, smiling.
Being an amazed gazer, I took in my fill, breathing in this beauty.
Shaded overbearing leaves of an explosive curiously protective tree
lent shelter to this gorgeous garden.
I noted a lone pot of powder blue,
hiding in a dark corner, surrounded
by gray shale protectors.
She is not the prettiest pot I have ever seen,
but she delights me with her soft unassuming
sweetness.
H-e
A-nnualy
R-eads
O-ne
L-ine's
D-ivine
A-crostic
B-y
O-pening
D-elighted
E-yes
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Harold Abode (January 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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