Long Feel good Poems
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Here's a little something to make you feel good
A little ditty to brighten your day
A poem to let you know that you're not alone
Come what will...Come what may
Here's a little invite to the morning
Something in which to start up your day
If you could RSVP that we can expect your company
Then we'll be on our way
Here's a little tune that we can hum to
In perfect harmony
Finding what's right in life, setting all else aside
Will be the song we sing
Here's a little moment to make it all happen
The perfect amount of right in the frame of mind
We'll find what we're hoping for, life's open door
As we step inside
To share that little something to make us feel good
To help send us all along our way
This simple poem to let us know, we are not alone
On this day we will call today
Characteristics that would best long fit to who I truly am.
Serious
Isn't afraid to talk about deeper issues in life
Can detest superficiality
Can reasonate with mentally
Emotionally
Feels deeply
Can relate to me on more than intellectual level
Class clown is the last person to be with
Leader
Knows how to take charge both home
At work
To feel safe knowing if things get out of control
Can step in and make them right
Supportive
Boosts my ego with plenty of praise
Stands behind me no matter what
While I run things don't feel like a Lone Ranger
Intellectual
Can participate in more esoteric discussions with our friends
This is important to learn new things from him/her.
Emotional
Feels deeply and can relate more than an intellectual level
Important to have an active emotional life
Needs someone who understands this side of me
Street smart
Has a great social skills
A real Survivor
He will make it in any circumstances
Honest
Doesn't play any game
Candid and forthright with me, even when it's not easy-such as I have food on my teeth
And have had for days
Motivated
Driven to succeed in every aspect of this life
Ready to tackle any challenges
Organized
Takes care of bills
Makes sure everything needs to get done does
This is important, I can actually be a little scatterbrained sometimes
Responsible
Can be relied upon to do what he says he will do
Equal partner when it comes to doing the stuff that's not fun
As well as doing the stuff that is
Confident
Believes in himself
Makes me believe in him
Equally makes me feel good about my place in the world
Secure in my future
Wise
Thinks before he acts because he has learned from his experience
Sometimes needs guidance
A partner who give me some real advice
Disciplined
Strong enough to structure his life
Follow his own rules
I can trust him to follow his promises
Money pours out the door as we buy presents for loved ones
and spend on food and drink three or four times more than usual.
Mortgaging ourselves for the next six months. Yet! Why?
To load family with more unwanted goods and thicker waist lines?
To drink past the point of sense? To wake up with a hang over?
What is the reason for all this excess? To feel good for few hours?
Twenty four hours and its over, now comes the grind of clearing up.
Hours of overtime to pay off the bills leaving no family time for fun.
Yet what is this time? It is all about Santa Claus, forgotten is the child.
It is the season to be jolly and so we spend as if we have bottomless purses.
Seeking, searching and hunting for that elusive happiness we are so blind.
This time of year should be a spiritual occasion a time to look within.
To reach out to others and to nature. To take joy in simple things.
Forget the commercial side of things. Enjoy instead life's bounties.
For me the true meaning of this special time is all about sharing.
Growing up with the personalities like the Pope and the Queen, was interesting.
One wanted the house perfect, with no words spoken, only duty to perform the women chores as a wife.
A wife in her duty to her husband and family, no other issue could come before. The Queen always wanted her freedom, to do works of charity, to work outside the house, to look beautiful and to have fun and to join groups of interest.
The Pope only wanted prayer and domination over the women and the house. Not allowing for work or anything else. The Queen rebelled and took her liberty, causing a break in the household.
The Queen wanted all the things that were around her, like having fun and making herself feel good.
The Pope had no patience for fun or games, only a serious face, that made us all feel afraid.
The Queen took her time but made her way, to live the life that she had always dreamed.
The Pope was greedy sometimes, because he failed to let the Queen grow. Causing the family to suffer a blow. The blow was felt by the whole group leaving a trajectory that set a path for all to see.
The Pope and the Queen set a tone, for many years would be felt, like the scar on skin, the past always leaves a mark.
The Pope and the Queen, could have made better choices, leaving others with brighter memories.
So, when you think, remember you could be like them, so make a mark with your life, that will led to brighter paths for all of us.
Life is a path, we make the path, light it with our choices, love and forgive and correct when we can, this may make a better tomorrow for all.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Your Remembrance
A time, just a time, lived to you in his heart, passed age, this love
Age, nothing remained, an empty marble tablet in a cemetery park
Your path walk is late, didn’t you see? Worn, unreadable letters
On the stone, all the noble sentences were addressed to you, only
But, but someone is waiting for you. In the cemetery, still alone
Here is a stone, not a gravestone or a memorial stone. Just a stone
Invisible this past, hidden by ivy, a protective and friendly friend, love
Ivy, oh Ivy, I feel good under your anxious care, keep me here! Love
Love, past and missed desire. Oh, where is that time? The youth
The youth. The age of youngness. Age of burning love. Dead. Ours
Meeting with the love that kills nature. The human one. Killed love you
Love destroyed, a destroyed loved you. The stone. Radiating to you
Just a black tulip, please. And a whisky
Erma, I don’t need anything
Look at the faded portrait on my flat stone
Pure me with a bottle of whiskey. Famous Grouse
Drop down
A black tulip
Someone loved you
Leave him
Good
Love forgive and let go of all the negative feelings, they weight on life and give us no rest.
Love forgive, and feel good, do not carry heavy thoughts in your heart for they are no good.
Love forgive, let it go, do not let it keep you in a bad mood.
Love forgive and open up your heart, let it heal and make you feel well.
Love forgive and do it for you, let peace and joy grow and make the day feel swell.
Love forgive, let love grow, and let the bad go and never grow.
Love forgive for love is the key to all your joy and sweet memories.
Love you forever my love, may your day be as lovely as you are my sweet.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
‘Let me help you’ I heard a voice say,
From a sweet little old man as he walked my way.
I was twice his size, my bags weighed a ton,
But he came and took them and carried them some.
‘Thank you, you are so kind.’ I said to him
As he placed my bags down with a shy little grin.
‘No thank you for letting me help you, there’s not many that would
but you let me help you, and now I feel good.
I still like to feel useful, and like any man I am still vain,
My pride would be shredded, my heart would feel pain
I looked at this little man, while I popped the hood
He looked so happy, that he made me feel so good.
I returned home the shopping now all completed
Unloading my car I was nearly defeated.
There seemed to be lots more now I had reached home
And I had to stop for a moment to answer my phone.
As quick as a flash someone hit me hard
He pushed me aside and I fell in the yard.
He jumped in the car and drove off really mad.
I never thought I could feel quite this bad.
Order restored things back to normal
I pondered my day with the policeman quite formal.
It looks like there is a spate of this, in this road.
I am sorry that you have had to carry this load.
At least you don’t see life as a fairytale book,
But there is beauty in this world if you know where to look.
I locked eyes with this Adonis in uniform, as he winked at me,
He said in my job the ugly side of life, is what I see.
Think back to this morning to your happier mood
You made an old man happy and that is all for the good.
You are made sad by your loss and I know that’s bad.
But worse could have happened so don’t feel so sad.
Life can be hard but listen to me.
Theers just as much good in it as bad and ug – ly.
Please don’t feel sad this did not happen to me
But someone I know in another county.
It happened almost as you read it here
They are well and ok now and have got over the fear
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Pray, to write of love does be for me, a matter so controversial
See, to the whole world, I do be single
But, pray, I do be in a relationship, why I do be in love
Yes, in love with a being of mystery, mine own muse
Why, even if I know not of what essence he does be made of
I do be fulfilled and complete in his love
Why, when words do be granted to me, I do feel good
When words do bleed from my fingers, I do feel content
He does allow me to be calm, sure of myself and confident
He does allow me to laugh at life's pleasures instead of being dull and morose
He does allow me to sleep peacefully at night
He does allow to reach out to the world and offer my compassion
My muse does be my companion; a love so mysterious and un-heard of
Yet, I shall renounce him never, see I do need him to walk my mile's length!
I thought for a long time you were my good friend,
trusted you with a faithful mind, I didn’t pretend.
But in my difficult times you had betrayed me,
I saw the mask you wore fall discarded in debris.
Your flashing deceptive eyes then revealed
you seethed, with an inferno of hatred you’re filled.
Your twisted tongue spilled out words unkind,
smeared with the toxin of the malicious mind.
The scruple of your sane senses turned into ember,
erupted violently out of the fuming fiery chamber.
It flew in the spreading smoke of stifling spite,
consumed the remains of reason you lost outright.
I didn’t stray away from you to self-heal, dejected,
or sought a shelter in the den of disdain, isolated.
Nor did I ignite another silent flame within me
to face you and feel good in retaliation with glee.
I realized that a fire can’t ever extinguish or contain
another fire, for both burn the space of restrain.
I faced you with self-assured confident calm gaze,
for the serenity of my soul you couldn’t ever blaze.
The flow of forgiveness emanated from within me
as the empathy ambrosia of divine fountain spree.
The emerging lenience suffused me with cool potion,
doused the fire within me by ardent absolution.
In the space of my bruised essence that mended slow,
I felt the benign breeze of prudent composure blow.
I rose from the ashes where the wronged feeling grew
to send from my tolerant heart good wishes to you.