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Dawn comes again with sunny smile,
Seek cheery strains where music styles.
A gift of time to take a trip,
Work beat and rhyme as passion grips.
Bright moments here speak sublime truth,
Intent streams cheer in wonder's proof.
Words that I cite spur fond refrain,
Seize then fine writes to anchor plain.
The gist of thoughts move feeling bright,
See simple plots that sculpts fine sights.
Feel the normal ebb and flow here,
Heed the aural sounds that come near.
Montage sparks clear the happy moods,
Purge then the fear and live fond good.
Leon Enriquez
02 May 2016
Singapore
When we see a baby’s smile…what is it we actually see?
Is it their beauty, their trust in us…their innocence, their joy, their purity?
Do we see happiness, satisfaction, peace and serenity?
Do we see comfort, virtue, delight…do we see love and harmony?
Or, perhaps that baby’s sunny smile… is a little more than what it seems…
Perhaps we see the shadow of our hopes…a reflection our dreams.
Perhaps their smile is there to remind us who we were…
when life was comfortable…when we were trusting, innocent and pure.
Perhaps that smile is a touchstone…a chance for us to see
who we have become…and wonder…is this the person I want to be.
A chance to revel in the moment…happy we’ve come so far….
satisfied with our life, our loves, our choices…and exactly who we are…
And if we’re not…a chance to do something about it….a time to rearrange…
A baby’s smile is an innocent way of showing is…it’s not to late to change.
A reminder it is our job…our duty…as members of the human race….
to do our very best…to put a smile on every baby’s face.
I will always love you; I can’t help. . . it.
You came like sunshine- stunning the snow . . . my love.
You left; then snow had all melted away.
Oh, you’d fled from my sight; gone was my sweet ray.
Where have you gone? Oh, I miss you so much.
I can’t bear it.
Interlude music
I think of you and poems can blossom,
Still they need sunshine. It’s not the same . . . dear love.
Snow still can melt; flowers bloom. I don’t care.
For nothing I know takes the place of your touch.
Oh bring back your sunny smile.
Let me melt like the snow.
(I tried to match the lyrics to the piano notes that are high
and seem to carry the main melody)
Aug.20, 2022
N/A in the Gymnopedie contest
For a Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
When air no longer flows in my lung
And the last of my life song is sung
Look for me in every heart beat
Of your childrens kids in everything
See me in a strangers sunny smile
Know I would want you to be so proud
Of my cheery ways and bubbly greeting
You find in time yourself repeating
Find me in a cherry corny joke
That like a fairy makes magical note
Of how laughter cures or gives hope
To disaster we deliver to holy ghost
See me in church mosque kingdom hall
Helping the lost make sense of it all
Find me in the last song we sang
In the jokes we told as we played games
Find me in your mirror gazing back
So much nearer the majestic black
Soul never fearer of your strength
Find me alive and born again.
Sunny smile, beanie baby
Drunk and fuzzy, oh so gone
Binge on uppers, feeling hazy
Won’t even answer your phone
When you take them you feel better
Like a bird or star, so free
If we cut open your center
There’ll be jewels for eyes to see
Milk turned sour, by the hour
Numbers stamped into your skin
Bloom and whither like a flower
Limbs in needles and in pins
Sucking on it like a candy
It stopped feeling like it’s fun
Some cheap , nothing too fancy
Makes all of your fingers numb
Choke a girl out, what a cop out
Cops on your ass, flying heels
Crawl back to him, ask for bailout
You don’t practice your ideals
You were youthful when you knew me
In our house you were the child
Now your body’s all mildewy
Didn’t know you’d go expired
In origin, all form in chaos lay:
One wilderness of warped and seething spray.
Thus, intermixed lay Earth and Sky and Sea,
Until a cooling calm let order be.
Cool crystallized, the Earth and Sea didst fall
Beneath the Sky, which cast its golden shawl.
Whence, from its warmth, the silver seeds didst spring,
Each words within the song the heavens sing.
So verdant were the ample paths of Earth!
Eternal summer and eternal mirth!
The gods, conceived in chaos and despair,
Gazed down upon its streams and meadows fair.
And as a child born to the very poor,
This point of light they loved, and didst adore.
So swiftly sped they down the Milky Way,
From stars to sylvan Earth, to smile and play.
Then tended they this garden of their hearts,
In stewarding each measure of its parts.
Across the lovely lands their garden built,
Which everlasting summer ne’er would wilt.
With all allicient arts their grounds didst gild,
With selcouth statues, fabrile fountains filled.
To share their joy and trouble raised they men,
Those fateful friends in forest, field and fen.
The thoughtful clouds that graze upon the air;
The questful waves meandering from the mer;
Where meadows melt into the beaches fair;
There bound the regions gods and men didst share.
It is a dainty thing, a golden age,
When grace exceeds ambition, greed and rage.
So soon the sunny smile, it doth depart!
So soon the squabbling squalls their season start!
So soon the cherished meadows rang with war:
Where gods had tended, mortals ripped and tore.
So swiftly seizing didst sectarians slash,
For separate wealth, celestial wonders smash.
So long as greater theft brings greater kings,
So long spoilation spreads its wicked wings.
As some avert their eyes when beauty dies,
To hold remembrance of where ruin lies,
So sadly slipped the gods back to the skies.
And gathered in their velvet, starlit land,
The future course of mortal things they planned.
Most times she wakes with radiant, full smile
and eyes of blue that sparkle neath the sun.
To be around her lifts our spirits while
her upbeat nature spreads to everyone.
For days, this personality can last,
and spending time with her brings happy cheers.
But then one morning she can turn so fast
and wakes up sad and dark with flowing tears.
Those days create glum weariness with fears
her sunny smile, now gone, brings us malaise.
We now must deal with bouts of falling tears
and modify our life through stormy days.
Her name is 'Weather' and she's such a tease-
with come-and-go split personalities.
May 14, 2016
~5th Place~
Contest: Split Personalities
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 05/22/2016
Spring is here!
Planting time is too.
Replenish and revive
Embracing life anew,
And relish being alive.
Dive in with delight; plant seeds of your own.
In this way, joy can be sown.
Nourish those seeds with your special style.
Grow flowered gladness with your sunny smile.
Hate can have no place in your garden space.
A haven of sweetness you must grow.
Pleasing peonies, precious primrose and
Perky pansies
In your garden you will show
Nodding in a warming April breeze.
Everybody then who
Sees the product of your glad pursuit
Shall also feel the need to follow suit!
March 27, 2023
For the Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest of Anoucheka Gangabissoon
This is for all those who are trying to survive whatever traumas they've been put through. Please take care and be gentle with yourself. Healing takes time, space, compassion, forgiveness, self-care and self-love. Blessings.
Live with Hope and Faith
By Michelle Morris
27/02/2024
Look at the girl with the sunny smile
That girl with the saddest eyes
She does such a great job at helping everyone else
And yet she's always alone when the bough breaks
You'd never suspect that her heart's breaking
You'd never imagine she needs saving
But having courage and being strong
Is sometimes not a choice of our own
Every single day that tumbles into another year
She survives and grows through her tears
Every single trauma and heartbreak
Reminds her to live with Hope and Faith
Life can be funny, life can be strange
Life can be beautiful, life can be framed
We have experiences, we collect memories
We have a mortal body, a soul for eternity
And every person gets to choose
To live their dreams and their truths
Or to live in fear and limitations
It all depends upon our orientation
But sometimes Fate and Destiny
Have different paths for you and me
Our Love and Light gets fully tested
To focus us on Grace and Mercy
Look at the girl with the sunny light
That kind girl with the wisest eyes
She is always there when they need her
And yet she's alone through endless seasons
You'd never suspect that her heart needs more
You'd never imagine she needs to be adored
But having strength and resilience
Is developed through endless independence
Every single year that tumbles into another decade
She thrives and flows through her Grace
Every single situation and sadness
Reminds her to use her gifts with gladness
© Michelle Morris, 2024
My early education, elementary school was taught by nuns,
they were quite cross and I think did not like kids;
but one year there was a lady teacher and I loved her a lot,
she was fun, smart, creative, and lovely.
You could tell she loved teaching and loved the children,
she was always thinking of interesting things;
and made the subject matter more fun to learn about.
How did she managed to get that job?
The nuns hated her, we could tell by their sour faces,
they wanted to get rid of her and they did;
I will never, ever forget the time with her teaching me,
she gave me hope that things could be better.
It gave me the courage to ask my parents a question,
I wanted out of the Catholic school system;
I wanted to go to a public non religious type of school,
my parents thought about it and agreed.
Miss Smith, did not last long but she left an impression,
on me and all the kids, I will never forget her;
that sunny smile, that kindness, that fun way of teaching,
she changed for me my education journey.
For the following year I started in public school,
and I loved it, no laying my head on my desk,
to think about my sins, just learning new stuff each day,
thank you Miss Smith ... for changing my forever.