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Recipe For Happiness
Happiness is like a cake we bake that creates the joy and fullness of life.
And, the recipe begins with one cup of resilience to keep it all together
Place next, one cup of acceptance for loving yourself dearly as you are
Put in one cupful of appreciation for your life and the beauty of nature
Insert one cup of direction to help follow those special goals you seek
Next, blend in one cupful of emotion for life's intense love and feelings
Enter then, a heaping cup of relationships, made of family and friends
Stir in one cupful of giving for sharing your love and kindness with all
Stir, then add a cup of meaning for purpose that makes happiness rise.
There you have it!
February 16, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: My Secret To Happiness
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 10/18/2017
~1st Place~
Contest: Happiness Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 12/19/2015
Steaming, a cup in hand
Piping hot liquid, deliciousness
Found on the heavy blend,
Sunlight reflections on the glass,
Window pane glistening,
With its gentle brilliance.
Steaming, one cupful of enjoyment,
Pleasant like the morning,
When the dew drips quietly,
Shimmering on the edges of a rose,
Blushing, shy – like the sunrise
Who beckons from the mountain crests,
Portraying the wonder of a dawn
When light penetrates
Forests and thickets with blessings.
Steaming, a cup in hand
Promising to share the moments,
Just before darkness abandons the night,
Wistful and whimsical as daybreak,
When the joy of morning begins,
And light seeps through the shadows,
Pouring hope into the carefully laid plans.
Steaming, one cupful of love,
Breathless and flowing – singing
Rhythmic as the new dawn,
Enjoyed by those who know this love –
Coffee is like the silence,
Who prepares hearts for the time,
Passing us by… the moments,
Treasures we can’t keep but still,
We won’t weep, because these treasures….
They are the fortunes found in memories –
And those memories… jewels we keep!
soft waves ripple the water,
they come and they go,
sprinkling seeds of fervent hope
gentle waves tickle the sand,
they come and they go,
leaving dreams
of rapture
behind
Boastful waves CRASH into rocks,
they come and they go,
shattering dreams
to s m i t h e r e e n s
frantic waves expunge the sea foam,
they come and they go,
drowning
hope
as
it does
silent waves creep back to the sea,
they come and they go,
a cupful of
tears in tow
Written to be sung to the tune of
"Just A Spoonful of Sugar" from Mary Poppins)
With each new day, there's work to do
But so much joy within it too
Seek out those moments, when
Work turns to fun
As all those tasks you soon complete
Brings happiness, your treat
Sit back! All done! Put up your feet- see how
A cupful of Baileys helps your stress to fade away
Your stress to fade away, yay
Your stress to fade away
Just a cupful of Baileys helps your stress to fade away
In a very soothing way
And whether you work in or out
It matters not what it's about
To use your brain or brawn to do the task
You can be happy with each chore
Especially when there's no more,
Your sweet reward and rest will come by soon - then
A cupful of Baileys helps your stress to fade away
Your stress to fade away, yay
Your stress to fade away!
Just a cupful of Baileys helps your stress to fade away
In a very soothing way!
Crystalline sparkling day, translucent night sky,
the harbinger of cheer-laced Christmas time
we celebrated drinking the dregs of cupful joy of heart,
sharing with our long-time neighbor
since when I didn’t remember,
but the luminous smile of their little daughter,
dancing around the glittering Christmas tree,
I didn't forget and waited the whole year to see.
Christmas came that year on the frozen wings
of the melancholic winds of whispering despair,
blew all the candles out, the light disappeared,
searching for the smile on the face of the girl,
gone away somewhere else unreachable
to dance and smile in white Christmas splendor.
My heart mourned the void that engulfed
the dark Christmas night falling on my neighbor.
November 27, 2018
Posted for Contest : Christmas Mourning
Sponsor : PS Awtry
December 9, 2019
Now posted for Contest : Writing Challenge-December, 2019- I Want
Christmas Poems
Sponsor : Dear Heart-Wiishkobi Ode
MOTHER
Mother lived alone in a different distant city
I had asked her to come and live with me
She said she‘d come when time would come
When from unfinished duties it’d make her free
I waited long hoping that time I’d someday see.
Mother didn’t come, couldn’t keep her promise
She had to answer some other call I didn’t realize
She now smiles in a framed photo I have on the wall
Looking at me with the familiar glint in her eyes
That brightens my day when in the morning I rise.
When the morning isn’t so bright and the mind gloomy
I take a glassful of limy gin instead of cupful of coffee
Inebriated vision blurred I find the wall disappear
From the picture frame mother comes out I can see
She says smiling she has come now to live with me.
I ask her why didn’t she come sometime early
I can’t talk, don’t know why I’m feeling sleepy.
March 2, 2018.
cracked but not entirely broken
the metaphor slowly personified
candle wax dripped from the wick
musk varnished tentative seepage
in tea leaves she trusted for courage
porcelain sheltered hope and destiny
well versed in disaster and belief
she held a cupful of promises
trials tribulations infusions
life had been a precarious pendulum
thresholds turning points stagnation
when the fulcrum captured returns
a procession of mindful surrender
shared patina of defeat and resolve
three Tarot cards embraced her fate
the Hangman depicted her past
turned into a Hermit of shadows
predicted the future in Judgement
faith in the oracle sustained her soul
her weary bones creaked and rattled to
sounds of wisdom and imminent doubts
cracks are where the light gets in
and focus grows under pressure
when kindness appears on the scene
04th July 2020