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Always look on the sunny side
The sunny side of life
It's where you'll forever find me
Life's just one big slice
A slice of joy and happiness
Waiting for you to call
Doesn't even require a passport
It's there to welcome all
A thousand times more enjoyable
Than stumbling round in a funk
Your step will have a much livelier gait
You'll smile a whole big bunch
All are capable, my very good friends
Matter of mind over matter
If you think positive and grin each day
Happy genes will get much fatter
Now it's very well known knowledge
Happy genes can go a long way
To extending your days here on earth
It'll be a much happier stay!
ultramarine unfathomable sky, with a hue of gorgeous crimson from the east,
sometimes just hint of a dazzling mystifying dot,
a red dot on the forehead of an enchanting woman from the orient,
then it grows larger and larger, enveloping the ruby-red horizon,
a few white pristine clouds floating carefree,
bringing tangerine dreams from the yonder hills
our omnipotent creator has announced his grand arrival, but hasn't arrived yet.
moment of realization -
the world wouldn’t be same without me, and without you.
some days, it's still unilluminated and unusually mysterious,
awed, I gaze at the neon canvas from my bed,
stars still blinking,
dark sky studded with millions of them glistening,
each one has a poignant story to tell,
very strangely a full moon, round and silvery,
refuses to disappear,
although her powerful contender is about to rise.
I am mesmerized!
I feel a gush of lavender emotions run through my veins,
to describe this indescribable kaleidoscopic sight
in words feels like the most daunting task,
sun at dawn…
the cooing melody of birds serenading me to a forest of lilac dreams,
the soaring symphony of chimes from a temple far away,
humming melody of a stream descending from a mountaintop…
I find a purpose which ignites my saffron imagination
spread its wings and rise to the horizon
July 22, 2021
I think to myself: I’m safe; I am sound.
Crime in this neighborhood rarely is found.
Night’s dwelling means peace on my little street,
yet thoughts in my head go round and around.
Whose safety can really be certain these days?
On trees out my window I cast my gaze.
They bear a burden the winter has brought.
On their frail limbs the new fallen snow stays.
In some other city, someone else peers
out her window too, but this woman hears
a sound. Oh! It comes from inside the house!
She turns, horrified, as evil appears. . .
Her murder, once known, will prove compelling.
Snow trees are silent; they won’t be telling
whether the killer was someone she knew,
yet a monster broke into night’s dwelling.
for nette onclaud's "Into Night's Dwelling" Poetry Contest
My heart
It beats
Its own sound
It makes the world go around
Before a person gets to know you
They see the outer
Not the inner
You don't have to go overboard. You are a winner
Where do you start
Doesn't mean that's where it will end
Turn the page over and then begin
A new chapter
A new start
Pour it out
Your heart
Do your best
Keep climbing ??
For success
Trust the process
Process the trust
The Lord loves us so much
Judge not ye
Ye not judge
We are all a work in progress
Do more
Say less
Keep giving your best
What can you do
Be the better version of you
Think with your mind
They say act on your heart
The Lord will guide you from finish to start!
Trust the process
Process the trust
The Lord loves us so much
The process comes with ups and downs
Keep your head up
This go round
Trust God's process
He knows what best
Trust the process
Process the trust
The lord love us so much
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/14/2024
Of all the songs
You seem to be
The tuneless one,
Less subtlety.
God's orchestra
Has dealt a hand—
More toneless rasp
Than golden strand.
I wonder if
You long to be
A star
In morning's reverie.
Do tears well up?
Perhaps that's why
You paddle more
Than flit and fly.
And yet…
I see you
Standing proud—
Such confidence
In every crowd.
You waddle round,
For pictures pose—
Such character
Without a nose.
You dress with style,
All brown and green.
There's pride in how
You peck and preen.
You're grounded,
Yet you float and glide.
No treetop nest—
You strut with pride.
So maybe I
Prejudged your tone—
Less violin,
More slide trombone.
In that, the panoply
Of life
Requires such confidence
Amid the strife.
To show us humans
Not to compare—
Just be yourselves,
Be fair and square.
And when life gives you
Orange sauce,
Puff out your chest…
Just stay on course.
Nothing but a miracle will bring you back to me now.
You said that,
I said I'll change, But I don't know how.
My life is at a crossroads,
Trying to stay straight,
Keep my focus now.
Bending round this corner,
Searching for your love,
I longer,
...Forever...
When my heart calls to you,
Do you hear it calling?
...Tell me?
All the things I did, I'm sorry
...forever, Tell me?
That you'll take me back,
I've changed my ways,
For now and forever.
Tell me,
Cause I can't stand to lose,
All you had to offer,
And when I find a miracle,
I'll send it to you in an instant now,
The angels will deliver,
I hope your heart can open somehow?
And when I feel the rain is gone,
The crimson light will shine on me for now,
So take me back, I beg, I ask?
Bring me back to life somehow.
So tell me...
That you'll take me back,
I'll love you now and forever,
And tell me...
You'll forgive my past,
And we'll move onward together.
So tell me...
Please come back to me,
I hope these words are yours forever.
Please tell me...?
When finally that magic fell,
A sparkling dust held over us together,
Uniting us as the one,
My dreams came true,
You came back too.
I will never let you down,
Never again, it's my promise now,
I hope I am the miracle,
You're searching for,
I'm searching too.
So tell me...
That we'll always be together,
Grey and old.
And tell me...
If my heart tires,
Or my love gets too cold.
So tell me...
This chance you took was yours,
Forever so bold.
So tell me,
I'll be yours forever,
To claim and to hold,
...nothing but a miracle...
Graham Alexander Devenish
The Moon
(not made of cheese)
Space "cadet",
what a wonderful word,
that means student of the stars.
I gaze up into the heavens,
knowing God is ever close to me,
here or there, I am still,
with Him.
I want to learn, everything.
I want to be the best.
I want to be chosen to be there,
when we set foot...
and stay,
on the bright round eye in the sky.
I want to tell my children,
that it is only the beginning,
and we will go further still.
Our path set,
has only the promise,
of hope,
for all man.
Lord of the Galaxy,
King of my life,
One day I long to go to heaven,
yet...
until I can reach that incredible place,
I will settle for the stars,
as they are the closest thing,
to you in the sky,
the great...
apple pie.
Written ~ December
two thousand seventeen
in case ye dear reader possess
an eye extremely keen
nonetheless just by happenstance
courtesy this human bean
counter, who also happens
tubby garden variety alien.
Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style
breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired
per millennia athwart
(this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth)
two plus seventeen carousel rides resonated
veritable pantheon of pagan rituals
and quirky superstitions lit
(akin to a lit Christmas tree)
starry eyed imagination
as catalyst viz *****Sapiens
furrowed stern brow of forehead
aft stemmed whilst Santa oft puzzling
(allocating suitable gifts)
inducing him to tug thought generating beard
pondering, whence agents provocateurs
receive just desserts
fueled hodge podge, mish mashed, helter skelter
eclectic December twenty fifth
encompassing tens of thousands previous generations
bred despacito fixtures via paganism,
Manichaeism, Jainism, et cetera
ancient brutish credos, ethos, faiths
brewed nebulous concoction
within mindset of early mankind
loose confection, confederation, conglomeration
indiscriminately torquing, vetting, whetting
disparate constituent beliefs
contagion wrought spirit paradigm
inculcating oral tradition Madonna and child
occupying high chair
whereat superstitions birthed patchwork
comprising divergent ensemble heralding
(needs to be edited...this song looks brilliant at first sight already though)
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
Pick on someone your own size…gravity;
I’m pushing you away from me,
For I’m already doused in dismay
Your sub-zero eyes are snowed under by
Sorrow & Happiness
Now, I see the gray of today
We’re lost, soon to be found…
Just don’t drag me down to your own level,
For my lamentation already weighs a pound –
Are you an angel or a devil ? ? ?
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity
We all want love and the ability
To take flight tonight! ~ ~
We all have the strength and capacity
To take fervor-flourishing flight ~
You are a grand, fine light in this world of woe –
Can you help us fight the good fight?
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity
Are you a true friend or an undependable foe?
I’m happy-go-lucky-bound and practically unpredictable…
We’re spinning around and round and round…we must search under the table
To uncover most of the clues to the mysteries
In this life that is full of miseries & reveries
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
I will decide to move on today or tonight
Although I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect...this rejection...jaded for life
You vanished from my sight
I predicted you would by catching a glimpse of your sub-zero eyes . . .
Reducing me to tears...
Shedding lies...bringing to life the Lord of the Flies...our hope dries . . .
Now, we're facing our fears
Right before me
three doves flew
they’d come to say
goodbye to you
Your spirit dwells
within our minds
memory tracks
to better times
your humble manner
the way you talked
even in the
step you walked
You loved our family
with all of your heart
Its hard to imagine
they made us part
Your hold on life
was so strong
I heard you sing
a country song
your notes so high
touching gods eye
A teardrop
rolled down from the sky
Our hearts are broken
the pain still fresh
its like a searing
of the flesh
I know you’d tell me
to stop the tears
and probably box
me round the ears
Yet
In this
night
having given
your dues
gods three doves
soar in memory of you