Long Upbeat Poems
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There's a silence and solemnity to snow -
a sacredness in the soft folds of winter's gleaming cloak.
It was there when last love cast away from me,
when it found me once more in the boughs behind my home.
Alone inside the house before, I raged, I writhed,
unsure of who I was or what followed.
In those branches my tears and cries froze, silenced,
in the stillness of a white hand gently fallen on my shoulder.
Countless soft fingertips landed on me and 'round,
windlessly drifting down, soothing without wintry bite.
A broken heart it had not the power to mend,
simply lull for a few moments in time;
providing succor enough for contemplation, thought,
rather than screaming for what was thrown away.
It wasn't there for years while away in warm places,
and perchance those years have been the most chaotic;
the tune of the island upbeat, not sedate,
the hush of the jungle a threat, not a solace.
Mayhap when this upheaval has been put to rest,
so too will my hiatus from chill's cotton calm.
Mayhap I'll climb the trees of the past,
and in the flurries and flakes see a future.
There's a silence and solemnity to snow -
a smile hidden in the cold, in the white, in the magic.
Sorted Differances
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Christmas is a holiday celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. It is a season of giving gifts, spending time with family, and spreading peace Christmas is one of the Holiest days on the calendrer.:Bells, chimes, and brass instruments are most commonly associated with Christmas music and holiday traditions. People decorate evergreen trees, hang stockings, sing carols, give gifts, and eat a large feast with family.People call Christmas pagan because its date of December 25th and many popular holiday traditions overlap with ancient Roman and Germanic winter festivals.Culturally and commercially, Thanksgiving functions as the official kickoff to the broader Christmas shopping and holiday season in the United States
Fat Tuesday: Fat Tuesday (also known as Mardi Gras or Shrove Tuesday: is a celebration the final day of Carnival season (also called Mardi Gras). It is the day to party and eat rich, fatty foods before the somber season of Lent starts the next day.
It is custom for people to wear purple, green, and gold. They celebrate watching parades, catch plastic beads, and eat king cake. or donuts People decorate evergreen trees, hang stockings, sing carols, give gifts, and eat a large feast with family. People call Fat Tuesday "pagan" because its carnival traditions and feasting customs trace back to ancient Roman spring and fertility festivals like Saturnalia and Lupercalia Brass band tunes, funk anthems, and jazz standards define Fat Tuesday (Mardi Gras) celebrations.Lent is a 40-day Christian season of spiritual preparation, fasting, and penitence that leads up to Easter. Takes place in spring (February to April), focusing on repentance, fasting, and reflection before Easter.
Christmas musical terms differ, words that describe different types of song are,Waits,Cantata,The "Christmas Chord,Pastoral,Noël,and Carols Music for fat Tuesday is usually more live and upbeat.Terms that decribe the sounds are Vamp,Cakewalk,Call and Response,Syncopation and Second Line. It is always important to know what ypou are saying when it comes to music. As well known uniter it is also one of the most disive instruments in planning.Music is divisive because it is deeply tied to our personal identity, emotions, and how our brains are wired. Respecting what people like and love is very important!
If we embraced caring, what a world we could have
Empathy would ooze forth from every Mom and Dad
The golden rule would be apparent on every corner of town
Six would run to help when an old lady has fallen down.
We would know our neighbors, their names, and stories too
People would be upbeat, and excited, no one would be blue
Doctors would stop prescribing medicine, for there would be no need.
Until our bodies turn one hundred and we had truly gone to seed
Murders, rapes, and home invasions would be thing of the past.
Caring is the new sheriff in town, and we all hope it will last.
If we embraced caring, on one would go homeless or hungry.
If we embraced caring, what a kind world this could be!
Watched “Man Of Steel” last night
Reminded me of my own Souper powers
Don't want to brag or anything like that
But this role is not for cowards
My mission is, should I choose to accept it
To rid this old world of sadness
Not an easy task the way things are going
But SOUPERMAN can end this madness
He does it with love, lightness and laughter
Acts silly, plays the part of a clown
Always upbeat and ready with the funnies
So people can't possibly be down
He doesn't expect a reward or great fame
Just to know the sadness he defeated
Then zoom up high to the heavens above
To return whenever he's needed
© Jack Ellison 2013
My dream date would be calm and upbeat.
There will be no expensive dinner or outlay.
A pizza and movie night seems aped replete.
I merely desire to walk down the pathway.
We laugh, share jokes, and exchange gaze.
This chasm is obvious once it is in your heart.
Lift her find happiness and real love days.
Gather for a picnic along the waterway mart.
While the jamboree draws to a close.
We decide to spend the evening at a club.
Play music and share warm-scented rose.
Moonlit kisses, no matter how long you rub
No one plans or sets up the dream day.
Being at the right place at the right time.
My ideal date is a chase, not just a play.
The quest for empathy and love is sublime.
Written: January 23, 2023
My Dream Date Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I only ride the subway
To a doctor or a show.
When teaching, that was not the way
To work I used to go.
Today, though, in the morning rush
I had to take a train
And I expected all the usuals
That make the trip a pain –
Delays and crowds and people whom
You wouldn’t want to meet
And cars so packed that naturally,
You’d never get a seat.
Instead, there was a transit worker
In a neon vest
Who smiled and shouted, “Welcome, people!”
Like she was possessed.
She clapped her hands and greeted all
With such a joyous mien
That commuters sported grins
Where mostly scowls are likely seen.
Just think of it – one person can
Spread happiness around
With just an upbeat attitude,
A lesson quite profound.
Dear Muse,
sometimes
you are dull, senseless,
paralyzingly, protractedly mute.
You determinedly adhere to the dancehall wall,
no magic spell conjuring
when melodies swell;
instead, you seem repelled by the score,
whether upbeat or quiet.
Limp, lifeless limbs refuse to be lifted
to perform,
lend shape to the theme,
your mouth does not open to give me
words that will live on my pen,
you disdain to even begin
but are sepulchral, voiceless,
stifled.
No stimulation stirs,
imagination is dormant,
static,
seemingly dead.
I inhabit the dance floor alone.
Sometimes
you are a ready partner,
we blithely dance the night
with effervescent steps,
ethereal,
fast or slow, we go
circling the gleaming floor.
You, so stately and steady,
shape me to the charms of your tango or waltz.
My gown drifts,
lifts with the spell of movement,
turning and spinning or sensuously drifting,
bending me to your elegant flow.
The music you choose holds me captive
crescendos and quiets in turns,
it yearns and yawns in my marrow,
burns like a lover desiring release.
Emotional waves sweep my psyche,
feelings that never knew names,
flames and ices tormenting,
beauties and wonders transcending.
Ink swirls drape on pale parchment
birthing images
like caged birds of exquisite plumage
once freed
soar with wind in their wings.
May 13, 2022
Be it sunny or cloudy
The weather determines my mood
On a bright sunshiny morning
My mood is upbeat and cheery
And conversely on cloudy days
My mood is sombre and sad
I really wish this weren't true
I see people every day wearing big smiles
And I wonder if they have down days like me
I assume myself to be an average joe
But have forever questioned that
We really need an “on/off” switch
To control our emotions
But I recognize that's not about to happen
It is up to us to make the most of each day
And share as much joy and happiness
As we possibly can with our fellow man
EVERY SINGLE DAY
© Jack Ellison 2014
I was lost, despondent, not figuring out my life in any way
When a flashing light bulb that was dying became my mentor.
She hissed at me, but I did not hear.
I saw her blink, but did not linger.
Hey you! She finally yelled.
Desperate to straighten me out.
"I am dying," she told me. "This is your last chance."
This got my attention.
She told me to stop feeling sorry for myself.
She had less than three hours,
So it felt selfish to keep the despondency up.
I released it, and it happily flew into the garden to try and annoy the tulips. Good luck, I thought, they are always upbeat.
"What do you WANT to do with your life?" the flickering
dying lightbulb asked.
"I wanted to be a teacher," I said," But I do not have the school."
"Go get it," she ordered. " You are not dead yet."
So I went back to school, in honor of a dying light bulb
who flickered one last time before I could get her name.
Encased in form, soul clamours to be free
In every which way, we feel incomplete
We are tethered to our mind-body tree
All we seem to do is think, sleep and eat
As we age, we feel energy deplete
We wish to have the cake and eat it too
Feeling within, blissful magnetic heat
Soul rises through octaves of each love hue
Heart’s enmeshed in desires, spewing envy
We fake a smile, when fellow souls we greet
Impulse of mind and heart are contrary
Joyous in victory, sink in defeat
Elusive is joy, ego is the cheat
As of karmic merit, blessings accrue
Why then do we hark not, the divine beat
Soul rises through octaves of each love hue
We’re confined, until with love we agree
When head melds with heart, geometry’s neat
The first step is to build our empathy
Our consciousness fulcrum, at the heart seat
Where bliss explodes, when polarities meet
Once we make heart pure, like the morning dew
We are graced with bliss, each moment upbeat
Soul rises through octaves of each love hue
Once we let go of ego, at God’s feet
We imbibe boundless bliss, felt by but few
May firm be God search quest, with no retreat
Soul rises through octaves of each love hue
19-March-2022
Freedom poetry contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori