when I felt alive instead of being a skeleton with no breath
To sit by the river,
The sun on my face,
Transports me at once
To a happier place.
I know that so many
Would never agree,
But the city (and river!)
Are perfect for me.
The view isn’t private
And quiet, it’s not,
Yet this bench by the river’s
A wonderful spot.
A cat on a leash
Jumped up, looking to share,
But she left with her owner
To I don’t know where.
There’s always a chance
For a little surprise
When I sit by the river
With wide-open eyes.
Make the world gleeful
your laughter heard all over
your smile be spread
Going home again in the early hours of the evening.
This time I actually happily left after visiting.
Unlike the last time in which I had left him while crying.
Is to find some humour, every once in a while..! Ask me and
I will even admit..' On wanting to see' some souper smiles.! Or
Should that be all soupers smiling..? Maybe thats too dictatorial.?? Hmm.. Maybe i'm too territorial.? Who knows?
But God alone.)
Happy New Year to my PS Friends
I trust it has started well
As we wave goodbye to 2023
It has been a year of Hell
A year that will go down in History
Full of unhappiness and woe.
Shrouded with intrigue and mystery
It is encouraging to see it go.
I hope that 2024
Has less suffering and pain,
And the world will be in awe
As faith will become strong again.
The tyrants that caused the wars
Will become tired and weak
The power that they hunger for
Now impossible to seek,
Faith, Hope and Courage,
Help to save the day.
As the coming of the New Year
Start to blow the ill will of the past away.
To all my fellow poets,
I send my kindest regards to you
Wishing you good health and happiness
In all that you pursue.
I've been thinking...
about the past alot...
I shouldn't but I do this often
I live in the past instead
of the present because
I was happier up until...
the doubt creeped in
And my emotional
monsoon unleashed
I guess I'm fragile in alot of ways
And hate change but..
No matter how much I wanted to...
You knew I was in too much pain to stay
So you let me go...
I'm thankful...
But what do I do with this freedom...
I'm idle...and Idle hands are clumsy...
Idle hands shake...
They're prone to dropping things...
What if I move on and shatter
another love by mistake...
What if I'm the reason
another heart breaks
Happier than the morning sun,
Isn’t that the way that life should be done?
I’m also disappointed to note.
That lately the poet's writings are devoid of hope,
they are all poems of trauma and strife.
I’m still Happier than the morning sun,
Isn’t that the way that life should be done?
I’m also disappointed to note.
That lately the poet's writings are devoid of hope,
They are all poems of trauma and strife.
Of late I’m more aware of my own mortality,
Man is not meant to be alone.
I need love badly,
my hearts not made of stone.
In order to find true love,
the first place where love must exist in your own.
The search for love is a lot like, looking for stars in a daytime sky.
As the loneliness mounts, it can weigh on your pride.
You find you can’t drown out the sound,
of loneliness with bad tv and wine.
I’m still Happier than the morning sun,
Isn’t that the way that life should be done?
I’m also disappointed to note.
That lately the poet's writings are devoid of hope.
They are all poems of trauma and strife.
Until you are affixed permanently by my side
I guess I'll have to cultivate happiness inside.
Happier Times
Miracle Man
2-27-2023
I find some days to be like parched corn,
a few have smoothness of whipped cream.
Many days when I am feeling careworn,
I look to my past and begin to daydream.
I was looking at the
sky when I wondered,
why does everyone lie?
I was wondering what
other people think as
my other thoughts would
fly.
I was looking at
the world with my
own eye and I
was wondering why
does everyone lie.
I was looking at
my life when
everything went quite.
Then I looked at
the sorrows, I was
thinking of tommmorow.
Then I thought of the change I thought of
this place, which made
me happier again.
You should've told me I wasn't good enough
You should've told me how much I bothered you
You should've told me to keep the fair distance
But instead,you welcomed me into your cold embrace
Making me blindly believe I'm all you've ever wanted
Wasting my time, wasting those long years
It's so sad I kept coming back
Thinking you're the one meant for me
Like a fool,I reassured myself
Wholely accepting that I must trust to be loved
You must've found that very entertaining
We all know to you,I was one big joke
Was it fun playing with me?
Was it even more fun cheating on me?
It hurts less now that I'm done forcing what doesn't exist
Truth is,I want you to be happy
And you sure as hell will be
I'm glad I've been made to dodge a bullet
But you'll never be happier with her
The digital world comes
And an old man seems to become
A social outcast
Using a telephone instead of a handphone
Using a typewriter instead of a computer
Writing a letter instead of an email
Reading newspaper instead of electronics news
Having posting service instead of express delivery
Using a cash purchase instead of an e-wallet
You can't say
He is left behind in life
He is ignorant and careless
He isn't competitive
Actually he has his own world
To follow and to cling to
He is born in a different world
And lives there till now
He will change quickly
If the present world is happier, safer and more hopeful
But he just wonders
If the present world a paradise to live
Trumpets sound, the church bells ring,
The organ plays while the choir boys sing.
Everyone is trying to sing in tune,
Happiness permeates the room
Smiling faces, Heads held high,
Voices floating up in the sky
Many voices raised in praise
Trumps in prison, happier days!
Different generations
Different life styles
From deficiency to abundance
From neglect to care
From basic education to higher education
From man monopolization to women arising
From single income bearers to both parents working
From self-raising babies to baby sisters to nurseries
Different generations
Different perspectives of life
Different hazards
Different confrontations
Who is happier
Man is always curious and greedy
They always make problems to be solve
Like pollution, wars, bribery, disputes,racism
Who is happier
Finally they will lean to religions
But who knows God is not to be bribed
God will only help those who help themselves
Step inside
See for yourself
I've nothing here to hide
Or worthy of you stealing
My clothes are old and full of
holes so to are my socks and undies
My bread is moulded milk soured
i've only rat's for company
My electricity supply has been
cut off and i only bath myself
when it rains into the buckets left outside
As once upon a time i had and
took myself a wife until came
the day she divorced upped
and left me
With nothing but amounting
debts she even won our pet
goldfish in the final settlement
Now here i stand cap in hand
with nothing to my name nor single possession worthy of stealing
But the smile still beaming from
my face and happiness i
rediscovered since the day the
judge granted our divorce
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