I don't want to be sad,
Because when I'm sad
There are clouds in the sky,
And clouds always bring rain.
Maybe not today.
Maybe today will be sunny,
And maybe tomorrow will too.
But eventually those pearly clouds
Will turn into treacherous tempests
That rain lightning, and flash floods,
And hail thunder that booms
Like cannons in my ears,
Until my ears hum songs
About sunken voyages
That met a watery tomb before
Land could be glimpsed
Upon the crows nest.
I'd rather be happy.
Happy as a clam
So that there are no clouds in the sky.
And if there are any, they'll whisk by
As wisps of cotton or incense
Only recognized by
The faint scent of metal it leaves
When it is somewhere else,
But not here.
The man in the elevator said, as to everyone's dread,
their stomachs all dropped, and the lift suddenly stopped,
"Let's philosophically think, though our situation might stink,
we don't have to work for our boss, that dumb jerk".
Yet, privately, he thought, "I've got a great spot,
next to this buxom beauty. You bet your patootie,
I'm happy as a clam in this tight jam. If we're rescued, I don't give a dam*".
I'm as happy as a clam.
That's just about how happy I am.
I would make that suggestion.
Exactly how happy is a clam?
I'd say, that's a pretty dam*
good question.
Smoking toking you must be joking
it's a bust I just don't need an altered sense
of time and space or on choking
a mind-numbing feeling of euphoria
as I am happy as a clam
(thank you ma'am)
for as you two while under the influence
of lethargy-inducing external stimuli
proceeded in search of smokeable weed
a.k.a., a whole lot of pot
a joint venture indeed
the words I heard by you bemoaned
when about to go driving were
'No left turn unstoned!'
My love is amazing, giving such love and care to me every day.
Lifting my mood to the sky.
Making me feel like I can fly, higher and higher in the sky.
My love shows me he cares, and can make me feel happy as a clam.
My love has hands that are strong and wraps me in his strong arms.
My love has given me the best of times, making me have love in my heart and mind.
My love can make the dark clouds move away by calling me to his side and giving me hugs.
My love is one of a kind and gives me chills from head to toe, making me want him all the time.
My love surprises me with his sweet words, making me need for only him.
My love is so kind, and he is one of a kind.
Kisses and hugs to my sweet and kind one.
Seated at my desk
looking out into our garden
branches spread, giving dappled shade
a beautiful tree stands sentinel
a tree that we planted as a sapling
along with a few others
saplings one and all
many years ago
also planted
were lawn, bushes and shrubs
flowers, vines, creepers, seeds and bulbs
which we watered, loved and nurtured
some, admittedly
did not make it
but those that have
embrace us and give freely
of their colour, scent and shade
of their flowers, fruit and berries
but above all
of their love and companionship
that forges within us
a deeply grounded sense of belonging
of being home with old and trusted friends
friends who care
friends who matter
looking out at that tree
I know that it is looking back at me
and it knows
as I know
that we see each other
that we have a few tales to tell
of our time together
in this beautiful, friend-filled garden
I also know
that that majestic tree
is smiling at me
because I am sitting here
filled with peace and gratitude
as happy as a clam
as content as a kitten
looking back at it
grinning like a loon.
When I was old enough, my mom
Would send me to the store,
Specifically, the bakery,
For treats I did adore.
But first, I had to ask them for
A rye bread they would slice,
With seeds, of course, or else
A pumpernickel would suffice.
And then some Linzer tarts for her,
Those filled with berry jam;
Then finally, the cakes
That made me happy as a clam.
Their name was Charlotte Russe,
A sponge cake in a cardboard sleeve,
With whipped cream and a cherry –
Just too perfect to believe!
They put them in a cardboard box
For me and my two bros
And tied it with a red-striped string,
As all of Brooklyn knows.
Today I wouldn’t like them –
Linzer tarts have more appeal –
But with a Charlotte Russe, back then,
How happy I would feel!
As I remember my quondam days,
I contemplate, I ruminate,
The musings of the bygone time,
Cleaves my heart apart,
With a sharp twinge.
I was tenderfoot, budding,
blossoming.
A bit naive, obtuse,
Savored euphoria in everything.
Being born under a lucky star,
In the cornucopia of,
Love, happiness, and blissfulness,
Was incomprehensible of the,
Forthcoming quagmire.
It came all of a sudden.
Like a bolt from the blue.
Snatched everything from me,
Ripped apart all the bonds,
Left me wreaked, shattered, dismay, lonely.
Those memories haunts me,
Like terrible phantasm.
Fancy to be over the moon,
Yearn to be as happy as a clam,
But how could I?
My Seventh Heaven,
Got burried under jinx.
Date of submission: 19/03/2021
What's all this about, why are we here
Time's much too short till we all disappear
We're having so much fun
Many challenges to be won
We're happy as clams, year after year
Old School Flirting that actually worked
Pardon my french but you swivel my chisel and you look as happy as a clam, I am head over heel’s let’s just say, be still my heart. Your my cup of tea and I will bring home the beacon for you I hope you will be there with bells on, your the bee’s knees and the cats meow purrrr
You swivel my chisel*
Your the cats meow purrrr*
You are the bee’s knee’s
Be still my heart*
Bring home the beacon*
Pardon my french*
You look happy as a clam*
I am head over heels*
I’ll be there with bells on*
Your my cup of tea*
Cup of Joe
Cut to the chase
Between a rock
And a hard place
Back to square one
Piece of cake
Dime a dozen
Truth is stranger than fiction
Cold turkey
Down and out
Down for the count
Down to Earth
Drawing a blank
Easy as pie
Eat my hat
Go for broke
Truth is stranger than fiction
Hands down
Happy as a clam
Hard pill to swallow
High and dry
Head over heels
Toe to toe
Truth is stranger than fiction.
I perk my Joe old-fashioned style
In a pot atop the stove,
My percolator ancient,
Like a pirate’s treasure trove.
I measure out the coffee
And a timer lets me know
When 8 minutes have elapsed and then
My brew’s all set to go.
It’s French roast, strong and most important,
It is really hot,
The only way that it should be
So it will hit the spot.
I toyed with going modern –
The Nespresso had appeal,
But to change what’s tried and true seemed
Like too much of a big deal.
So I’ll stick with perking coffee
Like the dinosaur I am
For each morning sip allows me
To be happy as a clam.
I'm fresh as a daisy
and happy as a clam
refreshed and replenished
Enthused is what I am!
It helps I'm off work now
I'm not watching the news
No murders or mayhem
To bring me the blues
Sublimely oblivious
Spells "happy" to the letter
As far as information
Sometimes less is better!
Walking with a purpose—
Smiling as I step—
With my feet above the surface,
I dance gracefully with no prep.
Innocent and young I am—
With so much future ahead—
I am as happy as a clam,
And positivity is all I spread.
So as beautiful as I dance—
And my tiny voice so calm—
With every chance I will advance,
Nothing is possible without my mom.
Swimming happily
in the aqua green ocean
Looking peaceful
and relaxed
Blissful as can be
Magical mammals
Beautiful looking
And spectacular
As long as dolphins
are around
I'll be happy as a clam
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