Joy. Poems - Poems about Joy.

May is the month of Mary May is the month of love May is the month of all flowers May is the month of all Mothers. Let's celebrate all Mothers Those who are poor and are living in huts Those who are rich with fake eyelids Those who are small with high heels Those who are lofty in a giant pair of trousers Those...

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breath by breath as we are reborn we sense soul’s vibrance stretch and yawn there is nothing we need to do watching the pulse of bliss renew kundalini does so endow grace divine in staid stillness slow each hue’s new, like the morning dew watching the pulse of bliss renew space flickers and time holds its breath when we imbibe love’s healing meth with each...

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We dwell as God’s bliss hum, the flame within burning, being fire without smoke, birthed when eye be single and head and heart we yoke. We dwell as God’s bliss hum, current all pervading, pulsating day and night, exhuming the ego, bringing gift of clear sight. We dwell as God’s bliss hum, heightened rapture unbound, transforming feeble form, wherein vibrant presence, is centred in love’s storm. We dwell as God’s...

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let bliss waves rise kiss surprising the prize is love...

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f ervid l ayered ~ a rrive unbidden ~ s napshots of joy h earten same ~ b ully reviews a dmonish ... ...

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What has brought him to this cheerful place? Is it curiosity, hunger, or an escape from loneliness? A mild wind from the East caresses the gleaming waves, and he expresses jealousy with deliberate rage; his small nest was destroyed by the wrathful storm of February, vainly, he searched for it through the bushes of wild huckleberry. The mid-spring sunrise is...

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We yield to heart’s innate urge to create, whilst recognising we’re not the doer, that as veil of maya we penetrate, there remains no delusion of grandeur. Refrains replay on the canvas of time, a wispy ladder of smoke, which we climb, magic on display, making earth life play, as rapture rises within, day by day....

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We live — but not on level ground, We are sunlight clinging to the edge of a crumbling wall. I remembered Grandmother’s voice, She warned me once: “Boy, beware the fall.” We leap — and soon enough this house of days will crash upon us all. We were mountains once — and still we held, Like millstones bearing every crushing call. In a blink, the starling flew...

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The Shed... was Granddad's before he died. And now its loneliness reached out to the boy from the shaded, shuffling shadows that shushed the sheltered garden. They pulled and tugged at his guilt-filled absence until he slink-slunk down through the greenery, down to stand to attention outside its wooded frame. It had been Grandad’s domain, his citadel, built from leftover bits of...

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~ You Give Me Joy~ ( The F & L Rhyming Mary's Way ) ~O~ In You my heart I can confide Lord, You are my Light and my Guide With You I can take things in stride In everything with You confide. ~o~ So happy my soul You did save To sin I don't have to be slave You'll...

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I woke to a whirring hum— not the low drone of memory, but the sharp, electric flick of a question with wings. Languorous molten air, a stone canyon furnace, and there!— a hummingbird— head cocked— beady eyes peering at me— beak poised at the gate of my breath— as if to sample my soul— or wake it back to life. It must have thought me a flower on a...

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Going through the storms of life, I thought my tears had dried up. Unexpectedly, the pain was so great. Is it true that today my heart is aching Or am I strangling my heart Each day that passes, The pain grows greater, Tears are about to fall. And I know I am living true to myself. Someone...

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S-miles A-lways L-et L-onely Y-ears S-tay A-way, N-ever T-o O-ffer S-orrow ©bfa051525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Sally S. Santos) ...

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solemn thoughts meanderings wandering over the night stars glistening on seas of ebony nocturnal whispers, reflections in moonlight inklings stars hesitant to glow, where the past peels back layers of discord naked, scars boldly weeping remembering… darkness is a color faded, distant almost a prayer for the moment before the heart’s snow falls, melancholic and bitter like the wind autumn’s rhythmic story playing softly gentle as the sun’s smile blessing away the night who blends silence and a weary taste...

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wrens crowd the feeder awaiting their finest chance ~ seeds strewn all over ...

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