Short Delightedly Poems

Happy birthday, Sister Irish, 
These four lines express good desire; 
Delightedly making a wish, 
After the dark shadows expire. 

Topic: Birthday of Irish Otable (March 15)...

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I believe in purpose
Faith flowing through
Blissful appreciation for
Talents 

I believe in goals
Plotting out path
Ignoring nay-sayers
Achieving your dreams

I believe in God
Helping you help yourself
Smiling delightedly....

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 There's a blond poetess out there
At her picture I delightedly stare
            Admiring her curves and shapes
     Oh man I do wish to drape
  In the morning we awaken all bare






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Illuminate light 
To dispel out the darkness
Enjoy the season.


Destroy the evil
With  powerful Sword of truth
Which lies within you.


Make the entire world
Free from the iniquitous
Live delightedly.


Make the prosperous 
Entire moment of your life
Happy Diwali.



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Thoughts.  they twist, turn, and travel,
in a passing pretentious place as one ponders
crying, climatic, charismatic, characteristics containing to you.
Delightedly  doubtful, declining due to direct disbelief 
So subtle these thoughts are saying surely yet slowly sleep. 
Sleep 
Just sleep...

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Nervously
Walked into the room
Reminds me
How I lost my feeling
The last time I fainted
Delightedly
Receiving my birthday gift
Reminds me 
How I’d wished for my presents
Anticipatingly
Sat by the phone, waited for ages
How I’d been frozen in shock
When I learned the news
Despairingly
I now sit on the interview chair
Reminds me
How to talk
I blubber but falter...

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A poem for fun
I laugh delightedly 
Because they all are

A poem cannot be
Anything else
Because patrons are gone

No one pays for poems
Poems are thoughts
Turned onto paper

By people who 
Know how to turn
Their brains 
Inside out

Poets
Not easily admitting it
due to the

Abject lack 
Of appreciation
And respect


My besties
My tribe
I love you so....

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A baby in a stroller pointed,
Giggling, at me.
I waved and then he laughed some more
And grinned delightedly.

I also had the sweetest kisses
Blown my way from far.
My brother’s year-old grandson
Raised the FaceTime cuteness bar.

The urge to thus communicate
Begins when very young,
With smiles the currency employed,
Since words are yet unsung.

As children grow and fear kicks in,
That need to reach out slows,
Thus limiting connections
Only to the ones each knows....

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