Good Times Poems

Let's ride good times

Exposing rays from leaves, dense forest
Over and above with idle flow, riverine raft
None, still numerous belongs my closest
Melodies out the tropical denses,
Spreading vibes in everyone's hymn,
Fueling the bonfire with all poor instances,
Join all and let's ride good times.

Good Times Bad Times

Are you feeling happy or feeling sour?
Mark the occasion with a liquid shower. 
Good times are what is preferred most.
You may celebrate and raise a toast. 
Bad times, you might lament in rain,
and champagne sometimes leaves a stain.

He Will Lead Us

He Will Lead Us

we have
our hope and strength
with Jesus as our Lord
He will lead us through the good times
and bad

GOOD TIMES

Good times don’t last
Fleeting, they vanish fast 
Some leave memories sweet as gold  
Others, scars that never heal 
Lingering in the shadows of our hearts.

Just yesterday
I was all she had
Laughter filled the air
No room for sorrow
Good times were all we knew.

But time, once slow
Crawled upon our backs
Then, like lightning, it vanished
Leaving only echoes
As sorrow

Good Times After Midnight

  The ghoul lathered a cadaver ~

    with a dagger, the cops gathered

Let The Good Times Roll

Heard this before? “Life is what you make it”
So very true, we are all captains of our own vessel
We are the ones that map out our course
The winds of life are not always in our favour
But the happiness we receive is much more gratifying
Than always having things handed to us on a silver platter
We appreciate

Good Times Imperiled

   Today’s workplaces incommodious
   Laid off, the exuberant and joyous
     Atmosphere’s sterile
     Good times imperiled
   Efficiency’s drumbeat will destroy us

Good times don't come for everybody

She waited
In silence and dismay
Yet with hope
of seeing better days ahead...
She saw them coming 
But couldn't make them stay
They flew away
and vanished in haze...
With a broken heart 
still with an unshattered hope
She doesn't wait anymore
but forges ahead in life...
Favourable or adverse
as might be the circumstance
She's a dedicated person
at the end of the day
who has a

Good Times, Bad Times

We live in good times
(by most historical standards)
Yet more accurately these are the best of times,
and the worst of times, as not only is there everything
imaginable happening, but
every up must have a down.

But in good times, with a good times mentality
we think there shouldn’t be any down side,
and if it comes then it must be

What Fun

What Fun!
I worked in a small call centre once
The boss was fed up of being bossed about
So left his job and set up his own call centre
He became his own boss and my boss
Gave me a job dialling varied accounts
In the US UK and Australia 

Including tech support surveys sales
Plus education and B2B accounts
I learnt

Dime Bag Days

Take me back to the dime bag days
     when we were hotel hippies, 
thirsty for trouble and stuck in a state 
     of delirium.

Our souls were scattered messes
     among the unbent hills - 
dreaming of rebellion and freedom,
     pockets

Good Times

Talking to trees
In nature's bliss

Spring holds sway
Decongesting nature's way

Feeble boughs bloom
Hope finds a room

There’s a resurgence 
And gloom’s divergence 

Exotic fragrance fills the air
Butterflies come out of their lair

There’s a lavish show of colours 
In shades, symmetry and contours

Spring harbingers a rebirth
Dawn chauffeurs mirth

Nature is in good times
Trees swirl in pleasant rhymes


May 16, 2023,
Couplet Poetry

Arrival of Good Times

Butterflies, birds and flowers arrive
        in electrifying colored flocks:
        here's a novel time! greetings !

Absent Friend

Absent Friend

They dusted me down after twenty years.
Come to my birthday, have a few beers.
We missed you so much my dear friend.
Sorry about the invites we failed to send.

I was a best mate, sometimes a big sap.
Your finest cue, the liver and bacon rap.
Giggling about nothing entering a camp.
Stuck behind a wheelchair climbing a ramp.

The

Good Times, Bad Times

Good times and bad times come and go,
witnessed by presence from afar,
so let not joy of bliss beats slow.

Gentling thought, making heart mellow,
exit the rat race; cease to spar.
Good times and bad times come and go.

The only thing we need to know,
God's grace heals each and every scar,
so let not joy of bliss beats slow.

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