Marc Tretin
Mar 3      Mar 4

Cheers!

We praise our lined faces.  We forgive time.
We raise our cups of double-pressed wine.
We know brute forests from our seed-time
We know heaven will cleave those we entwine
The season of heat is slow to erupt.
April is late. March is still covered with snow,
Its shabby sheet weak shoots barely interrupt.,
Succession and succession is what we know.

In the thronged marketplace  we know we’ll find
Lines of who came before and  who came after
All seem in be arranged by some infinite mind
Knowing where our line goes will not stop our laughter.

We dance. All dances are in our repertoire.
We know we’re headed to that sacred abattoir.


Marc Tretin

Shattered and Relieved
to realize
that what we had
was nothing more
than something small
and tragic.

Distressed and Smiling
to read the past
figure out the fact
that you are nothing.

I've wasted time
but not that much
having come to terms
with the word:
"enough."

Crushed and Invincible
I've been so bruised
that now I'm strong
And all I can do
is breathe and learn.

You're a fool
but so am I.
Otherwise I wouldn't cry.
You're wise.
I'll be wise too.
And walk away
avoid your eyes
until there's no more pain.

Destroyed but Rebuilding.
I may never forgive you
but I'm okay with that too.
Even if I do,
I will never be your friend.
So don't say hello.
We are no more than strangers.

Hurt but Happy.
It's a freeing feeling
knowing you've started healing
When you stop revolving around the sun.

And start living for yourself.

Copyright © 2010 Jacqueline Ivascu
A sound of cheerful Noise!
Kramenyaw
Oct 7, 2013

Click! Click! Click!
A sound I hear when I choose a song
Plak! Plak! Plak!
A sound I hear when I write a poem
Tik! Tok! Tik! Tok!
A sound I hear when I think so long

All these happens, boredom I know

Point! Point! Point!
A thing I do when I choose a song
Press! Press! Press!
A thing I do when I write a poem
Gasp! Glare! Gasp! Glare!
A thing I do when I think so long

All these happens, and I do not know

Think! Think! Think!
Stop!
Look!
Listen!
I know!
You are reading one senseless poem!
A sound of cheerful Noise!

Timothy
Timothy
Oct 9, 2012      Oct 10, 2012

Naething 'round but bitter cauld,
     Wi' a' the blast o' winter;
Come gies us ye hand an' hauld,
     We'll warm us by the finter.

Gie us a tune o' sic fin,
     Let's sing wi' a' we hae;
Thou needna leave here an' rin,
     Come back afore ye gae!

Wi' monie a rhyme an' crouse,
     We a' sang a lang fu' owre;
'Til our guess hae left the house,
     We'll bring her agin twa owre.

Ay the kantie times we joy,
     We lak i' fu' an' a' that;
Things sim times gang aft agley,
     We'll maun still tak a' that.

Sae ends the wee bit o' glee,
     Duncan follow'd his lady;
We a' fu' weel joy'd owre ee,
     "We'll be back agin," sae he,
           I'm glad o't!
     We'll crouse and kantie be,
           An' glad o't!

It made auld winter guid by,
Owre cam wi' cheer sae speak I.
            I'm glad o't—
            Sae glad o't!

~Timothy~

A silly piece in the style of Robbie Burns.
In Scottish Brogue or English.

Burning the cheerful into your mind.
De'Anna
De'Anna
6 days ago      6 days ago

I want to run.
Be free.
Be the little girl they see in me,
but plot-twist happen frequently,
opening your eyes to things you didn't see.
Burning the cheerful into your mind.
If only I didn't once leave that behind.
If I could return to those naive, fun days.
But fun was out and sad was in,
so I figured "well okay."
I dived right in,
singeing my skin,
turning me to the pit.
I was told,
"don't follow your instincts",
so I guess this is what I get.
Now I sit alone,
a pitiful lump of coal,
as a dog without bone,
or soccer ball with no goal.
I'm heading to "God knows where"
on a train called "Oopsy Days,"
and when I arrive,
they will all be amazed.
For I am the writer
who will give them a story,
for I am a lighter,
and my flame gives me glory.

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Bright, cheerful, optimistic
Alyssa Oman
Alyssa Oman
Nov 6, 2012

Bright, cheerful, optimistic
The very picture of idealistic

Very short synonym poem...
cheerful company
DieingEmbers
Jan 22, 2013      Jan 23, 2013

Comfy couch
a cup of coffee...

cheerful company

cuddling close.

Laugh cheerful as Spring and a
Bianca
Bianca
Nov 14, 2013

Eyes cold as Winter
Laugh cheerful as Spring and a
Heart warm as Summer

 
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