Short Cheerier Poems

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Premium Member Hustle and Bustle

Could never live in an isolated area No people around what could be eerier Hustle and bustle Without a muzzle Is what I need to feel much cheerier
Form: Limerick


Premium Member March

March- that month that marches in-
     forceful sometimes in her spin,
pushing Winter out to bring
     return of warmer, cheerier Spring!


March 6, 2022

~2nd Place~
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: March In
Judged: 03/13/2022
Form: Verse

Premium Member This Steady, Slow Drizzle

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Our little stream flows
but a trickle most days
but rises, runs, today --
all busy energy.
Its perky
change of pace
does not match 
my current cast of face.
Still, this steady
slow drizzle
has its damp uses --
laving dusty leaves
to clean and shiny green.
I am not thankful
for gray skies --
they bring no joy
as bright sunshine might...
only sober, quiet periods
for reflection
unaffected by the colors
of cheerier weather.

Premium Member Death of a Brother

Death of a Brother Written: by Tom Wright March 2015 His sun slipped below the horizon, Leaving naught but an achromatic sky, As thoughts submerged in time before, Once abeyant, now dance; The voice of one since passed, Drums my ears like Sage Hens at sunset; While I press to remember cheerier times, Of days replete with laughter, My thoughts continue, draped in regret. Attention being ever focused, On where we were, not where he is.
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Premium Member Our Mother was Perky

Our mother was perky in the morning.
It’s the only time of day we ever heard her sing.
She would come into our room and sing “good morning” stuff.
My twin and I would grumble and rumble about it.

How she could be this perky every single morning is a puzzle.
But she was.
Was it the coffee?
Was it her natural tendencies? Who knew?

The cheerier she was, the more grumbly we got.
On school days.
On Saturday mornings we were the perky ones.
Waiting for Underdog on the TV set.


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