#joys
Along a quiet road
Where tall green grass sway,
and the sun that shines above the hills
Slowly ends the day.
The clouds drift calm and slow
and in that gentle evening breese
The colourfull lights glow.
And walking there with quiet thoughts
away from rush and noise.
You start to see the little things.
life is simple with hidden joys.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 5:59 PM UTC
Somewhere between words and a phrase
And images that waltz on a page
Naked or masked, with a ** and a hum
Read me in the lines of a poem.
Curled up with flair in cursive ink
Or in italics that make one think
In bold scribble of soulful blues
Meet me in a syllable of haiku.
In sounds and rhyme, in free flowing feet
In rolled up, crumpled paper sheets
On kissed ends or in couplets terse -
Trace me in a little verse.
Midst damp and broken metaphors
In sentences loud or hushed whispers
Hidden behind some quaint smilie
Find me in poetry.
Poesy — a world large enough to hold
Sordid moments in its fold
Sweetness of life and broken hearts
Harsh reality and runaway art.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
Making him argue with me about something silly, so we can make up.
Stealing his pencil so he has to put his arms around me to get it.
Walking to class a different way, because I know I’ll pass him.
Jogging together or racing him to the top of the climbing wall.
Having him walk me to class even though it’s out of his way.
Playing, “yeah, but have you ever seen one of THESE?”
Driving the countryside to see the changing fall leaves.
He’s weird, I’m weird, our weirdnesses mesh perfectly.
Hearing a love song and thinking, wow, it’s about him.
Watching him work out, study, or talk to his friends.
He’ll call me at 2am and tell me to stop studying.
Making up stories to tell him in silly voices.
When he brings me coffee between classes.
When he picks me up, like I’m weightless.
Stargazing together on chill fall evenings.
When he picks out my outfit for the day.
When we get ready, together, to go out.
Studying at a coffee shop together.
The way he makes me feel happy.
The way he makes me feel smart.
Buying him things, like clothes.
His twangy western accent.
The way he says my name.
Dancing without music.
His exciting otherness.
The way he smells.
The butterflies I feel knowing he’s coming to town - tomorrow.
Aug 4, 2023
Aug 4, 2023 at 4:00 PM UTC
Sudden kisses, in ***** stealth - warming as morning sun - unmasked favors to allure and added heat to deep affection.
Those eyes, fair heaven should be spangled with such stars - and those radiantly concupiscible lips perform witchcraft.
Slow hours of marriage-like joys soon followed - lover’s tongues tanged from the sweetest flowers not of the field.
In that dear company, I surrendered, like eve's apple, that treasure - peevish, proud and idle whose natural enemy is man.
What I find now haunting my sleep are the nights, the years of lost and unused benefits - knowing that fault was mine.
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 9:51 PM UTC
Happiness Happy Seller Was He,
Used To Roam From Street To Street,
Selling Happiness At Throwaway Price,
In Hours Sold His Wares; Made Retreat.
I Asked Price Of A Piece Of Happiness,
He Said, "I Never Demand Any Price,
Whatever Anyone Gives I Accept
Whole-heartedly Without Thinking Twice.
I Was Surprised; Asked Him Again.
"How Do You Meet Your Basic Needs?"
He Said, "As I Sell Happiness To Anyone,
His ****** Glow Gives Me That I Need.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 12:14 AM UTC
#*
Puddles of joy
In the eyes of the little boy
Knew his favourite candy by the stick
Home deliveries, now real quick
Cleansing thoughts
In the word machine
Filigree of words
Wrought on the screen
The mountain tops covered in hues
Rainbow of flowers, on the plateau
White swans joined and prayed with folded heads
Grass turned green, the sky baby blue
The creator creates endless landscapes*#
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 8:09 AM UTC
The first time we met,
I knew I could trust you.
Not a burden, nor a threat.
Together we grew.
Our bonds of friendship, unbroken.
Life was light, as it was dark.
Loyalty, honesty. Given. Unspoken.
We've always had that spark.
It has all been thrown at us.
Never once did I doubt,
Through all the breaks and cuts,
The screams, the shouts.
We'll always have each other,
Everyone else is background noise,
That has become lost in the thunder,
As we've discovered our joys.
Friend is too weak a word,
To describe what you are.
Family is more preferred,
As you are never far
From my heart and mind.
When the call comes,
I'll respond in kind.
No matter the outcome.
We've had each other's backs,
Through joys and losses.
Through thick and thin,
Sam, what a pleasure it's been.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 4:38 PM UTC
Death
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
You who are the final fulfillment of life,
Death, my Death, come and whisper to me!
Day after day I have kept watch for you;
for you I have borne the joys and the pangs of life.
All that I am, all that I have and hope, and all my love
have always flowed toward you in the depths of secrecy.
One final glance from your eyes and my life will be yours forever, your own.
The flowers have been woven and the garland prepared for the bridegroom.
After the wedding the bride must leave her home and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night.
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 11:43 PM UTC
Stories of the past
Let them be
Moments of joy
Fluttering butterfly hearts
Let them be
Drama and trauma
Tears, indignity
Let it be
Like sleeping babies
Tuck them in bed
With a kiss
On the forehead
Let them be
Turn your face
To right here
Smile
In this moment
Eternity unfolds
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
My childhood,
My whole upbringing,
All the things that I've done
And all of whom I have met;
Everything I have seen
In my homeland and overseas;
Every wasted thought,
Stories I have kept to myself,
Words I have shared in vain...
Such a quantity of inputs,
From ears, eyes and touch;
So much thought invested
Trying to uncover new paths;
All this pain for all this time,
All the joys that last a while;
They amount to just a few...
A few more clever taps
On top of the screen
Of an electronic pad.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
You remind me of simple joys :
Like the touch of a comfy blanket,
Like soft murmurs of love,
Like a walk in nature,
Like a splash in a puddle,
Like writing a poem;
Like writing a poem about you.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
When e'er i chance
to steel a passing glance
in the mirror hairline fractures appear
than 'afore long
snap, crackle, pop
becomes crystal clear,
whence aluminium glass mirror
(made of a float glass
incorporating additional processes)
leaves highly reflective surface patina 'ere
one narcissist ken
while away countless hours
preening, primping, and pruning
e'en the slightest glare
ring blemish finds cause
for cosmetic surgery
evincing interlinear
crows feet and dark
circular "bags" that distinctly lear,
which medical term for skin folds
and ballottable skin edema
described as “festoon,”
or “malar mound,”
an eye sore overclear
demanding immediate
dermatological action
(if necessary) taking
extra adipose tissue from rear
end supposed extra junk in the trunk,
where derrière,
would not be unduly sore,
perhaps requiring
(whatever would suture self)
plus extra padded underwear
which subjugation voluntarily
"going under the knife,"
would stave off depredations aging
(such as puffy eyes)
at least for another year.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
SO QUEIT AND DEEP,
NOTHING BAD THAT IN CREEPS;
EVERYTHING Z HUMBLE AND IN PEACE.
CALMNESS AND GLOW SPARKLES EVERYWHERE.
PEOPLE DO WHATEVER THEY DARE,
SO THEY MAY SHIMMER IN HEAVEN.
NEVER, THERE! THEY ARE DRENCHED IN RUES.
THERE,
A BOUNDARY OF SMILES, AS A CIRCLE;
BOBS UP AND DOWN WITH JOYS ALL AROUND.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
Joys of celebration ringing on your ear
Smiling and happy people in every rear
What was missing?
Happiness, joys, and serenity
Dancing in the floor with crowd
Music and celebration so loud
Mideast of all I was dancing for formality
I was wandering far from the reality
I am dancing with the whole world
Yet a shivering and lonely feeling of cold
Fast and speedy has this dance become
But pain increasing inside me that I have to overcome
Enjoyed by others this mutual touch of dance
I alone feeling like its dance to call the menace
The touch that will end soon
Feeling will be with moon
Said that everyone will be here
End of happiness
And that will show true and fare
Dance will become a march of dead
And soon no one will even share one crumb of bread
Evil that resides in us as selfishness and greed
Will take over the happiness and will breed
No more dance and mutual touch of attachment
Killing and betrayal will be final and detachment
Soon I will be dancing again
In the pool of vengeance and blood
Question same thing that was here before as a flood
What was missing?
Happiness, joys and serenity
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
(whence empty nest syndrome gnawed emotionally raw,
the tender sore gum chafing absence of lovely lasses –
on the straight and true – heading toward a horizon of their own chew zing.
That contractual obligation tubby selfless no longer applicable.
Stillness brings roaring back the routine activities, that seemed
to distort time by plodding along, until one day aye awake
to soundless of young girls mirth.
Because this papa doth love each offspring, the irony of parenthood
warrants forsaking being a vigilante.
They must needs go outward and upward, and such difficult
parting pained particularly poignant part and parcel of the role
of dutiful NON GMO gluten free fatherhood.
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this then december twenty forth,
i felt an inner compunction
how tara became re: born
whereby this pop -
bleary eye lids ready to droop
with his tired bones snapping
and popping like jimmy crack corn
an immediate need to succumb to sleep
found me transfixed
how blessings did add horn
mine attention riveted at the then
early twenty something vanished self of mine
(where oh where did young Matthew Scott Harris go)?
stricken n fore lorn
though the hour well nigh
closing in on six in the morn
whereby the sage within mine psyche
waving a finger - tsk tsk - with mild scorn
for forgoing to bed, yet...
a powerful tsunami like force arose up
when viewing the account of how tara - blank -
became rent asunder and torn
from an terrible accident of fate -
though a miraculous recovery now worn.
an exercise regimen of running plus lifting weights -
perhaps so many reps of a curl
finds me applauding and praising efforts...
so you go girl
and hurl
with all inner strength pell mell into fitness -
testing your limits to the max
whether across busy urban streets or...
where landscape offers open space with pearl
jam skies - in outlying less populated tracts -
giving freedom 2 dance n twirl.
ye r so lucky tubby alive
cuz immediate family, friends, relatives
and now...this stranger gives u high five
without asking anything in return -
since inspiration courses thru me
inducing thyself 2 strive
and/ or if when fate decrees,
thee will make an awesome counterpart
who this older papa bloke would envy
as ye possess inxs of strength to re:vive.
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blessing for sound health ™
upon waking every morning I offer silent benediction
for the ability to revel with full faculty of this aging body
still going strong where ability enjoying simple pleasures
available thru ****** senses plus cavorting via memories
with daughters in my nonsensical mien worth more than
money can buy, yet of course if I did happen to be a lucky
lottery winner that could definitely relief anxiety and allow
me to breathe easy yet could never do justice pitted against
sear ring roe buck body, mind and spirit triage.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
This is one joy of teaching,
Which is really like lay preaching,
That lucid clarity moment,
When, "Now I get it!" is an event,
It's called their comprehension,
Light has dawned, they never struggle again,
You can call that satisfaction,
Yes, it's like lay preaching,
The real joy of teaching!
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
What is it really like to be old?
Read along, and you'll be told,
Well, there's spectacles and hearing aids,
Also along the way, by the way,
There's dentures in glasses,
Zimmers on greys who want to make passes,
Then there's incontinence aids, bad hips,
Appointments at medical specialists,
Then you're off to the pharmacists,
To get all your scripts,
Then there's the alphabet song,
Read along, read along,
A is for Arthritis,
B is for Bursitis,
C is for Constipation,
Always a grey consternation,
D is for Diarrhoea,
And no doctor wants to know ya!
Finally, Z is for the big sleep at the end,
No wonder geriatrics go round the bend,
Yes, greys, these are our golden years,
Have fun learning, no need for tears!
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 5:50 PM UTC
In the highs and lows of life
In the ups and downs of life
In the joys and sorrows of life
In the happiness and sadness of life
In all the different moods, moments and spheres of life
Always make it a point to live life in the present with present moment of time.
Never has it happened in the present,
nor will be happen in the future.
Every moment in life that comes upon has got it's own life for quite sometime till the point in time comes when it passes away.
A moment in time that has gone, is gone,
it won't come back again.
Never has it happened in the present,
nor will be happen again in the future.
Thus every moment in life comes with a purpose.
Each moment in life has got it’s own importance,
it’s own value,
it’s own significance.
Always it’s important to understand, realize and accept the importance of every moment in life.
As easy as it may seem to be,
the easiest thing in life is to do something in haste,
in a rush of blood.
By doing so,
if it solves a problem,
then it’s well and good,
if not,
then the struggle continues.
Still even if it brings a solution to a problem,
it still remains good proposition.
The only thing that remains of concern when doing something in a rush of blood is that it can also mark the arrival of a disaster,
even if you know neither it can be averted,
nor can it be reversed.
So better keep moving at the right pace with the present moment in time
Keep a track of how things shape
Better to be more concerned about the present than that of future
Things change,
sometimes something good might happen.
Things change,
sometimes something unexpected might happen,
but then that’s life.
Hence it’s always important to keep in mind, to remember
Always take one step at a time.
Do things which you like,
rather than doing something just for the sake of doing it.
Never run away from the obstacles of life
They are a part of your life and part of the game
So face them,
learn something new in the process of solving them.
A day will come when a sense of satisfaction will occupy a place in your mind and also in your life.
Till then, it always give it a try,
try again.
Try, try and you will win.
Till the perfect moment in life comes when there is a sense of satisfaction that comes to mind till then,
it’s life and life continues.
In the highs and lows of life
In the ups and downs of life
In the joys and sorrows of life
In the happiness and sadness of life
In all the different moods, moments and spheres of life
Live life in the present with present moment of time.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
20 October 2011
Some things are so distant, hard to get
Just like people who easily forget
All through these years, little have remained
Of beautiful memories bleached 'n' stained
Standin' b'fore the ruins of the past
Destroyed by personal desires and greedy lust
Come fallin' off the ground like a raw fruit
Too young to nourish, cannot face the truth
I can hardly recall our comings 'n' goings together
Our beginnings 'n' endings scattered somewhere
Too much pretenses, void of true feelings
We're sour grapes contemplatin' for lost things
Stayin' or leavin' doesnt matter
It's a choice I've not decided soon after
This head hurts thinkin' too much
Some things are b'yond recall as old love is such
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
The golden burn of dusk
kisses my window panes and walls;
On table tops it rests,
the moon and stars it calls.
Far above the horizon,
the honey sun waves good-bye
With sighs of blues and purples,
its glory's end is nigh.
The birds sing their last songs
atop the birches' bough
And the sunset leave us thinking,
"What do we really know?"
In another world it is rising,
but right here it hides from view,
burying its face, so when morrow comes
we can marvel its glory anew.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
It is in love that this world makes sense
It is in love, this life’s essence
My soul mate, O my love, my friend
Together our lives now securely blend
We are together in our joys and grief
In this journey of meadows and of peaks
O soul mate, what a mystery unknown
To us that in this deeper love is shown
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
Illusory as this corporeal existence
may be termed,
I am too glad sifting through
[This imagined existence of]
The interspaces of Time and Space.
Don’t need to be interceded for
To a space-less place-
The echoes of infinity
Tingle me, weaving infrasonic waves
Of life around me.
I can catch up with salvation
Some other day;
I'm here. Soaking in
The sun's tickle tingling me awake
The wind's whistle cooing on a dull day,
The patter of rains as it sings
A new rhythm into play.
A dog's wagging tail at my caress,
Smiles from faces familiar-unfamiliar,
Or a dance move I'd been tugging at to perfect.
Lapping up a home-cooked meal
After a long day, curling up in my bed.
Celebrating joys with an exultant jump
A high-five or a fist-pump,
Celebrating life more
Than fearing death.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
A friend to have,
A walk in the rain;
Drowning in the droplets:
To forget about the pain.
A hand to hold,
A heart to touch;
Requesting that your heart
Wouldn't hurt so much.
A light to guide,
A lesson to seek;
Trying your best,
Though chances seem weak.
Some Faith to behold,
A truthful tale;
Mending the peices,
Of a heart rendered frail.
A simple love,
A day in the sun;
Loving each other:
Two hearts, as One.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC