Poems Archive for Happiness:

cognizant

image
~
eyes
constantly
giving once-overs
to now environs
find beauty
in every day
living
~
children
on scooties
anxiously followed
by mommy, daddys
~
the two little
girl friends I made
yesterday named
Emma and Chloe
at the corner of my
street – their shyly
diffident smiles
bowled over  my
heart completely
~
pumpkins
still lingering
on stoop steps
of brownstones
appear as drunks
nursing
hangovers
or guests
who’ve outstayed
welcomes
~
admixed
on pavements
are myriad candy
wrappers with ocher
leaves, remnants
of halloween kiddie
parades’ jamborees
~
head
never buried
in cell phones
rather open
to life
palms
these soft curly
moments
cuddling
them warmly
~

moments of bliss

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moments
of bliss
happen
unexpectedly
time pauses
you enter
the
moment
becoming
it
~
image is from google

uncorked

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Still Life with Bottles,Flask,white cup – Van Gogh
~
gone are days
when I bottled feelings
~ dues fully paid
I know no longer
bottle
~
life gouges
daily
indiscriminately
in schools, playgrounds
houses of worship
~
countermanding
I uncork healing
laughter gently
in measured
sprays
~
flask(ing) hot cold
transitions eschewed
evenly spreading jams
of joy on bread butter
mornings
~
atrocities
fill with infinite grief
blood no longer boils
hands simply cup themselves
for succor, healing, logic
~
compassion
now supersedes
passion
laughter
continuously spilling
~

seeds

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I often wonder
at these trilling
gurgles of my cascading
laughter
~
is it contrived
or has my determined
mind finally conditioned
Itself to always smile?
~
what happened
to my seeds of regret
sown to solace, appease
top most beloved ones
~
why do we treat poorly
those whom we adore,
who love us
the most
~
she’d said
don’t fret child
it’s the nature of things
know, no was harm done
~
her words
comforted somewhat
Nowadays I weed seeded regrets
“soulfully” planting seeds of happiness
~
image is from internet

pain

pain is its
own
bane,
gain
~
no I haven’t spoken
too soon, mixed
blessing
is life
~
pain
is that nagging
ache keeping
alertness alive
~
it’s a hunger
that goads
gouging
innards
~
disallowing
relaxation
incessantly nudging
action
~
to set
things right
failing which self
tweak or move on
~

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