Long Upbeat Poems
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Some days are up some are down
Seems like there's no rhyme or reason
Maybe the weather, maybe the news
Maybe it's the change of season
Usually a very upbeat old duffer
Been this way since I was a young'un
Makes for a much happier existence
At my best when I'm just a-funnin'
Like to pass on my modus operandi
But it's easier said than done
All I can say is wake up with a smile
Your days will be filled with fun
At times people say my smiling face
Can really be quite annoying
“Don't you want to strangle the cat at times
Or grab her by the tail and swing”
Must confess I do have those days
But they're few and very far between
It's really a case of mind over matter
You'll be happier than you've ever been
on a bet, Chateau decided to walk to London town
We told him it was futile but he was honor-bound
There is an ocean, we reminded him, as we told him bye.
He gnawed off part of the mountain, and began to fly.
Chateau flew through the air in a confident way.
We looked at each other in pure amazement that day.
He has ideas that seem far-fetched said my sister Jill.
I rolled my eyes as he disappeared over the hill.
I have no qualms that Chateau made it to London town.
His positivity is so upbeat, he is almost never down.
I watched the news, hoping to see him for it was my dare.
Sure enough, on London’s Channel thirteen, he was featured in the air.
People are murdered, yes, but no one was murdered here today.
People are mean.
Not always.
People are unfair, unkind, disrespectful.
Who are you hanging around with?
Let’s think a bit about what Albright said.
We can choose to be upbeat, positive, happy.
We can strive toward enthusiasm, happiness, hope.
Cut those people loose. You can do better!
Let’s take a walk. Feel the sunshine? See the happy dandelions?
There goes a squirrel who is delighted with the bird feeder.
Who could dream up anything perkier than that daffodil?
Have you ever seen a more refreshing green?
How are you feeling?
I am feeling depressed, down, dank, dark.
What is going on?
I don’t have any friends like you. I don’t know how to have joy.
Stick with me, kid. I am here to reteach. Look at that sky!
How do you do that? She asks me.
Do what?
Remain positive.
I think for a second, then I reply. “I focus on positive things.”
She is silent for a few steps. Then she asks “That’s it?”
“Try it,” I tell her. “It is enough.”
A swift, surreal ethereal streak in the form of an angelic unicorn
The woodland miniatures were compelled to glance at woodland sky
Was that a unicorn? A wizened older elf asked.
Brownies and pixies were immediately in discussion.
Pixies were more hopeful, but backed down quickly.
Elementals sighed, thinking they had missed him this year.
Luckily, optimistic twinkle faeries were on their way.
Their empathetic queen had received a dream prophecy.
This was the night and the forest where he would appear.
The twinkle faeries began to sing their upbeat joyous anthem
Eager anticipation flooded back into the woods.
The brownies and pixies danced to the elven music.
At midnight the rainbow cellophane unicorn appeared.
She gave them the assurance they had been seeking.
All would right itself in the world and life could happily resume.
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
I went from shy to outspoken
I have Trixie to thank for it.
Trixie was everything I wanted to be but was not.
She was loud, proud; self-confidence oozed out of her in every direction.
When we were in our early twenty's, Trixie was murdered.
This darling, wonderful, everybody-wanted-to-be person was gone.
Snuffed out by Devil-Only-Knows-Who.
This is when I decided if "they" could get Trixie, they could get anybody including me.
I was so shy in those days, I looked down in a mirror.
I rarely smiled, afraid to draw attention to myself.
I was a young mother of two, and terrified I would die
before I ever got to live.
I did not have to be Trixie, but I had to live for both
her and myself now.
I felt this was my mission, my duty, and it became my mantra.
I did not change overnight, but I had metamorphosed
so completely within six months, that my aunt who has known me
all of my life asked my mother "who I was", and truly did not seem
to recognize me.
We are happy women, Trixie, and I.
I feel she is in heaven, cheering me on, loving the fact
That her death changed me from an ugly frog into a wonderful, upbeat, happy, inspired, enthusiastic, creative princess.
Beyond boundaries, beyond humdrum of human race,
Beyond provinces mundane, among mysteries of space,
There is a realm of thriving wonderment, an idyllic place,
A place of peace and goodwill, hosting heavenly grace,
Where pavements glittering gold beautify every street
Surrounding ornate, walled, mega-mansions of elite,
Where people garbed in fabled attire gather and greet
Grooving to exotic melodies, extolling tempo upbeat,
Echoing sounds of mirth celebrating Shangri-La aglow
Reveling on prairies and streams, glinting angelic glow,
On pristine banks of paradise where rivers of elixir flow
Blossoming beauty of Eden, gardens utopian bestow.
There we meet, relishing dreams, musing in our fairy-tale,
Beyond drudgery, beyond worries, beyond mortal pain,
Lauding courtesies of nirvana fantasies mythical unveil
Elated in enchantment of exhilarating, paradisal domain,
Ecstatic of your fervid stance, inviting fervor of romance,
Caressing embrace of love holding me close to your heart
Proffering gestures esoteric in seductive tease of glance
Synchronizing beats-melodic, passions euphoric impart.
Watched “Man Of Steel” last night
Reminded me of my own super 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 SUPERMAN 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's defeated
Then zooms up high into the heavens above
To return where ever he's needed
I knew he would find his way there and back, we had practiced that.
Quarters and pennies, he understood, counted them just as he should.
Confidence prickles could easily be his many dimes and nickels.
Born challenged, adding them was at times grim unless I helped him.
My 22 year-old son had never dared a walk to the shopping square
without me or someone else who cared, also walking there.
True was his need to try and I truly itched for him to succeed.
If something mean happened to him, I would need the bully to bleed.
My son was upbeat, his confidence keen, so I didn't dare intervene.
Praying, I saw him pocket his house key while walking away from me.
I asked God if two, well-tested angels were free to guide his cash spree.
I saw an hour scatter before my son came home all smiles and chatter.
Lifting his arm, he said, ‘Mama, you must see this really cool watch.
I can do it by myself, put it on, take if off, and close the notch -
if I count to five, I stick it in the right hole every time and stuff.”
Thinking him an absolute joy, I asked if his money had been enough.
My son sat, and just like that, gave both his knees a loud slap.
“Two golden ladies, you see, asked if I would let them pay for me.
They hoped to fill a need by doing a kind Christmas deed.
Can you believe that golden ladies would choose to help me?
They smiled and paused to hug me after I said "Merry Christmas",
then thanked them and told them twice how nice their deed was."
Every jump, hop, or twirl led her forward
into the world of her grown up self
She caught glimpses of the woman she wanted to be
As she played her heart out with her friends.
But when she was alone,
this is when validation and verification began.
In the distant future a vision of her future womanhood appeared
sometimes in the forms of stars, flowers, or butterflies.
Other times she saw herself in stark ugly gray concrete
or a dumpster that needed to be fumigated.
She had no idea why these visions appeared
But she saw her star path, and stayed true to the course.
Being the happiest, most enthusiastic, upbeat positive creature she could be.
Unless her body was tired, or hungry, then she became
hard, gray, flat ugly concrete,
a flat tire, an empty water bottle.
She never knew what was going to happen,
however she did know herself, and this was a great start
toward adjusting and fixing her future self.