Short Alive And Well Poems
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In a world where love is hatred
I'm the only one who makes it
Alive and well
Enjoying hell
But no one else can make it
I’m thank-full that
My family and I
Are alive and well
Because what the world is
Encountering is horrific
NOVEMBER 4, 2021
As far as anyone can tell, I am alive and well,
But I am still trying to end my persistent depressive spell
Through resilience and love, even as I go through Hell.
Astraphobia is alive and well
Thunder terrifies Mr. A.C. Bell
Lightning scares him sometimes too
A phobia that makes him blue
A full blown rainstorm to him is hell.
One should always start
By thanking God each given day
For being alive and well
Before anything else would pray!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 February 2017
Well lookie here, Jack's alive and well
Except for his seizures, he still answers the bell
Thought he was done
But back for more fun
Seizures are scary but I just tell em, “go to hell”!
Guess you're wondering where my lim'ricks go'd
They're alive and well in my happy abode
Patience is key
Tween you and me
They'll soon be busting out like Tim's “hello'd”
© Jack Ellison 2015
alive and well
she rides the crescent moon
chasing flower fairies
light funnels downward
foot first to the floor’s
weathered roots
facing mirrors unfold the tender bean
before the silent breeze
her unsuspecting guest
My soft side is showing, must fix that for sure
A jester by birth, so what the hell is the score
Could age be a factor
To be serious ever after
Not likely, my giggle gene will once again soar
© Jack Ellison 2015
I must admit that the old soft shoe was alive and well
in Ireland, the land where tapdancing geese do dwell
the most exuberant dancer was my enthusiastic cousin Nell
She had to be hooked and dragged off the stage, said embarrassed Del.
So here we now stand evolved and full of life
Turn around and see the wonders of the world
It’s been a long journey, one that at times
You called into question your reason for being
But here you are…
Alive and well enough to close your eyes and inhale.
Messy house
Messy floor
Messy porch
Messy door
Messy mania
Alive and well
Chaos is where
I like to dwell
Chaos is my usual norm
Without chaos, I am forlorn
Messy is what makes me think
Messy makes me feel pink
Messy chaos
Messy me
This is how
I like to be.
show me
me the way
way out of here
here, my hell,
hell everywhere and anywhere
anywhere I would rather be
be alive and well,
well, what do you say?
say the words
words to unlock
unlock my cage
cage crowding around me, much too small,
too small, I can't breathe
breath is gone forever
The wild blackbird
had a huge wound
where feathers should be
on his back
was his attacker
a once friendly beak
a bat
or maybe even a cat
the little bird
lay on his chest
splayed out
open to the sun's rays
to heal him.
P.S. My little mate is alive and well frollicking in the leaves.
Love has a color and a name
Experience unforgettable
Natural wonders
A fire-red sunset, A peace of heaven into a sanctuary
Some people like to talk about their dreams
Were meant to be
Stay inspired
Passion is alive and well
It begins
We'll take you there
And this is only the beginning...
A piece of the magnificence of God
Is alive and well
Inside every living creature.
Homemade proclamations
based on personal opinion
and one out of thousands
of religions
are uptight
personal opinions
only.
For that truth
no one should be judged
by others...
No one...
no one...
No
One.
The Earth’s core is alive and well.
Rotating like a Dervish, time flees!
Peace beckons us like sweet bees.
The Earth’s core is alive and well.
With kindness and pure love our hearts swell!
Hate condemns us to a hellish fate!
The Earth’s core is alive and well.
Rotating like a Dervish, time flees!
it was your final show of disrespect
that launched your removal from my life
into the clear blue
i submerged myself
out of your depths
and into my own paradise
someone's breathed life into me
and now i'm renewed
living within someone else's eternity
once a fallen angel from grace
I am here now
alive and well
Living won’t be yours if you are dead
Sunny days wouldn’t be a blessing to you
If it is cloudy
Joy wouldn’t be so happy if there is doubt
Seeing won’t be your sight
If it wasn’t for the dark
Walking won’t benefit if
You had no legs
Talking wouldn’t serve
If you were silence
So enjoy all these while you are alive and well.
H ow wondrous, our complex brethren, though,
U nderstanding is so difficult.
M any wars have been fought, never settling differences.
A lways it seems, lessons are unlearned.
N uclear threats are, alive and well, while,
I nterest in peace, seems to lose ground.
T ime is running short.
Y outh is still our best hope.
11/13/17
Hello, hello
I'm alive and well
I believe He's sent
An angel to my presence
She's my breathe, rich and full
When I'm drowning
She knows what to do
I siezed the day only to find
I'm alive and well
But still missing Will
What seems to be a ramble
To me has a meaning
It's all uphill, fighting forward
And from here
It's a straight shot to freedom
They commented me
So many times
How well I behaved, before they eyes
But at that moment of time
I didn’t say either a word or two
Nor I could reply
Instead, I looked at the sky
And said “O Sky, bring to them this glory---
That no one is ever forgotten
And now
And then, they are still
...in my heart and mind, alive and well-cherished!”
I BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS,
I KNOW IN MY HART HE'S REAL.
I UNDERSTAND THE SPIRIT OF SANTA,
FOR ME, IT'S A REALLY BIG DEAL.
SANTA SAID IT'S BETTER TO GIVE,
THAN IT IS TO JUST RECEIVE.
SANTA HELPED ME TO UNDERSTAND.
AND NOW I DO BELIEVE.
SANTA CLAUS IS ALIVE AND WELL,
HE RESIDES IN YOU AND ME.
UNDERSTANDING SANTA CLAUS,
FIRST YOU MUST BELIEVE.
It took a miracle, for me to see,
How precious life, could really be.
My life, no longer could find peace.
Felt I'd be better off deceased.
As I lay there, fighting for my life
It only had caused more strife.
Then Christ took over that day
Here on earth, I was to stay.
He mended my heart
Gave me a new start
I am alive and well
For a miracle to tell
Information is not always true
Even if printed in the newspaper blue
But if it’s on the internet, it is right? Some think
Why would they print lies in permanent ink?
It’s called propaganda, you silly peeps
Subliminal clips brainwash you while you sleep
You are so gullible, our country is a laughing stock
For ten thousand dollars, I can sell you Big Ben’s clock