Happy Senses Poems

Clouds of grey hues,
Swim across the air above. 
A dove is flying high,
Racing to reach his nest below. 

You can feel the rain, 
Drizzling droplets...

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Cobbled street is lowly lit with shadows all around.
Street lights flicker in the wind and now the rain is falling down.
Glistening cobbles under feet as...

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There was a lady in her late thirties

She loved juicy gossip and kitty parties

Kids were two, an older boy and a younger girl

Naughty devils but...

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Vanilla chai tea
Its wamth caresses my tongue
Mixed with almond milk 
Sweetness with a nutty taste
Warms my heart, and soothes my mind...

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The sheets smelled like Summer hanging on the line
The sheets smelled like Summer evoking a simpler time
The sheets smelled like Summer, when time was all...

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Hearing

As I sit here now to ponder and really start to wonder
Just what the world would be without a sound.
No noises to distract me, instead...

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It's nothing strange or new,
even butterflies kiss a lonely rose...
the tender way I kiss you
and tickle your gorgeous nose!

Smiles draw those stars to us,
moonlight is...

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There is the rose I suppose 
This is the kind I can find
With its prose as it poses
Aah ma cherie cherie
We keep these healthy roses
Ma...

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I smiled today,
Guess! Why?
You may say:
I was probably happy today.
By the way,
I always smile sarcastically 
Mostly I'm moody,
Eventually!
Today!
My smile was exposed largely, 
The moment you...

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My husband and I always enjoy visiting
GrandMother Eartha
on Mother's Day

She often shares
last night's dreams,
which too often follow rather disturbing peak experience themes

Because,
you know,
or maybe not...

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I'm singing in the tub, just singing in the tub
what a glorious feeling to scrub-a-dub-dub
Just me in my bath, with bubbles galore 
I don't even...

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Snowflakes come and snowflakes go
                    ...

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 Dedicated to a Dental Hygienist who cleaned my teeth while I was working at the Fair. She requested I write a poem for her...

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 “On Being a Tree.” 

	If you want to be a tree
	In a listening wood,
	There is something you should know
	If you only could.

	You must always...

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I was born in everlasting springtime, as happenstance often does to others,
Like natural green halls wherein joy sings, to its wilder sisters and brothers.

I was...

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