"blithesome" poems
When the lucent skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more,
And waves of golden glory break adown the sunrise shore,
And o'er the arch of heaven pied films of vapor float.
There's joyance and there's freedom when the fishing boats go out.
The wind is blowing freshly up from far, uncharted caves,
And sending sparkling kisses o'er the brows of ****** waves,
While routed dawn-mists shiveroh, far and fast they flee,
Pierced by the shafts of sunrise athwart the merry sea!
Behind us, fair, light-smitten hills in dappled splendor lie,
Before us the wide ocean runs to meet the limpid sky
Our hearts are full of poignant life, and care has fled afar
As sweeps the white-winged fishing fleet across the harbor bar.
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The sea is calling to us in a blithesome voice and free,
There's keenest rapture on its breast and boundless liberty!
Each man is master of his craft, its gleaming sails out-blown,
And far behind him on the shore a home he calls his own.
Salt is the breath of ocean slopes and fresher blows the breeze,
And swifter still each bounding keel cuts through the combing seas,
Athwart our masts the shadows of the dipping sea-gulls float,
And all the water-world's alive when the fishing boats go out.
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O flower at my window
Why blossom you so fair,
With your green and purple cup
Upturned to sun and air?
'I bloom, blithesome Bessie,
To cheer your childish heart;
The world is full of labor,
And this shall be my part.'
Whirl, busy wheel, faster,
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.
O robin in the tree-top,
With sunshine on your breast,
Why brood you so patiently
Above your hidden nest?
'I brood, blithesome Bessie,
And sing my humble song,
That the world may have more music
From my little ones erelong.'
Whirl, busy wheel, faster,
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.
O balmy wind of summer,
O silver-singing brook,
Why rustle through the branches?
Why shimmer in your nook?
'I flutter, blithesome Bessie,
Like a blessing far and wide;
I scatter bloom and verdue
Where'er my footsteps glide.'
Whirl, busy wheel, faster,
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.
O brook and breeze and blossom,
And robin on the tree,
You make a joy of duty,
A pride of industry;
Teach me to work as blithely,
With a willing hand and heart:
The world is full of labor,
And I must do my part.
Whirl, busy wheel, faster,
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.
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O lesson well and wisely taught
Stay with me to the last,
That all my life may better be
For the trial that is past.
O vanity, mislead no more!
Sleep, like passions, long!
Wake, happy heart, and dance again
To the music of my song!
O summer days, flit fast away,
And bring the blithesome hour
When we three wanderers shall meet
Safe in our household flower!
O dear mamma, lament no more!
Smile on us as we come,
Your grief has been our punishment,
Your love has led us home.
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The old fire place
was least 90 years old
It came with the cabin as the story unfolds
it was a log cabin with a stone chimney
the chimney ran all the way down in side
Where near was a chair where the bearded man reside
Now as the story is told
The wood was cut and properly stacked
Along side the fire place was a burlap sack
we looked through the window and what did we see
lots of toys and a Christmas tree
dancing elf's were all about
was a huge locomotive train sitting on a track
going around and round click clack
bells were ringing
The angles were singing
Christmas chimes were hanging
there was even a drum set banging
our child eyes were all lit up
as we lean against the window pane,
looking in and seeing the tree filled with candy canes
as the little elf's drank out of Christmas cups
There was Santa loving it so much
wow their getting ready for the Christmas year
** ** ** we heard him say
as his long white beard was white and gray
we have to make the toys
for all the little girls and boys
dancing and prancing running all about
Mrs Clause is in the kitchen hearing her shout
baking cookies
pies and candy canes ties
hair pulled back with her apron on
Singing Christmas songs
The little else was singing along
wrapping presents and filling socks
Near Santa chair hung the Christmas clock
oh how exciting this Christmas year
awaiting for the reindeer to appear
on Christmas eve night that's coming near
Santa string the wood in the old fire place
warming the cabin for the season race
whistling and singing all night long
Christmas eve the reindeer came
Dasher and prancer,
Donne,r and blithesome
Rudolph the famous reindeer of all
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
Your blithesome nature
overwhelms my aching soul.
If I am honest
I must tell you that you are
simply extraordinary.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
silhouette remnants
flash of nova
goddess so super
seed of life
energy unfolding
all directions
brilliance cast
reflecting
kindness
true warmth of benevolence
nymphs rise
abysses grip released
luminescent fireflies
dancing with blithesome delight
pensive and observant
full moon
calling all into play
sun hiding
only witness
dark side of the moon lit
showing
under a solar eclipse
universe lines up
Aphrodite
quasars reflection
soul of goddesses
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
the brightness of sun
the softly breathing song
the very jocund voice of love
whispered by the trees
drawn by the clouds
in every step she danced
was she blind
or was she dead
to realize that
the world was never cruel
love was never black-hearted
only blithesome day
was left to be enjoyed
for her who suffered enough
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
I'm in pain and nobody can help
I lost myself when society judged me
In the darkness I always dwelt
And never really knew how to be free.
Inside me there's a shade of black
A shade of black that will forever defy me
Everyday I count, so as not to lose track
Lose track of the insults they throw just for glee.
They don't know how much it hurts
The feeling of being degraded when you're already at the bottom
I stay awake and listen to the owl's hoots
And hear their voices in my head, oh-so-blithesome.
I refer to myself as an outcast
For their words make me lose my sanity
The deep cuts I may surpass
But not all of their profanity.
They said "Be yourself"
But their actions don't support their idea
And judge people like me out of the shelf
Then leave me lying there, astray.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC
People woke up
to the sound of a clock,
the sun rises
another humdrum routine.
Many things can happen
to your 24 hours a day,
Loads of worries
life is a struggle.
It may seem hard
for you to handle,
don't worry my dear
you'll understand it clear.
Look above and see,
our beautiful reality.
the shades of a sunset
Let your sadness disappear.
a gentle reminder
tomorrow will still come
a chance to be to blithesome,
and to chase your dreams.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
*From the knoll rolled the meadow blue brown and green
The silence of the Spring sky shielded the distant din
Winds blew in a dusty peace bought mind a soft solace
First star on the meridian chimed in the evening’s grace.
Atop the knoll came the call for once to break the race
Hear the hushed whispers of dreams long suppressed
Stand there hugged by those moments’ forgetfulness
No need survives for going back there exist no address.
The chance in that trance wove a blithesome spell
It’s here that you belong for you is made this dale
Drink in this heavenly whim hidden nectar of the mind
Unshackle from the chains of an illusion left behind.
The sky was soon illumined by the monstrous city light
Faded the meridian’s first star stillborn was mournful night
Atop the knoll dawned darkness the meadow was a distant blur
It was time to retrace downhill to forever nurse a scar.*
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
Some people think I'm so deep
A dark and mysterious being
Just living amongst the blithesome ones
"Oh look at Dorothy
She's zoned out again
Wonder what she's over there thinking"
Contemplating on life's blow your mind out questions
Like Why don't you ever see baby pigeons?
Or Why do they sterilize needles for lethal injections?
And If someone with multiple personalities threatens to **** herself, is it considered a hostage situation?
Those are my life's crazy questions
Even Google's search bar has more imagination
I'm far from puzzling, tangible to say the least
You don't have to read into much to get to know me
My mind is not a challenging maze
I lack any form of craftsmanship
And I've come to realize that because of this
I turn out to be just another friendship or romance phase
It's okay
This is what you get
I am Ms. Ordinary Joe
It's your choice to accept it
Because regardless of my bland taste
I wont force myself to ever change
shrugg
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
What will i ever do,
When i am so much enchanted by you?
Even though i have a soul so dreary,
I tend to be blithesome at the sight of you.
Oh tell me what i ever need to do
To be the one destined for you?
If only i could bid these emotions adiew,
I would endure less than i need.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
I do not want to see him
As just another dim-eyed
Figure fading into the crowd
Of the morning scamper
To burdening occupations
That, would break my heart
I have watched this boy
This man
Assemble the spare parts
As sadness dripped down his chin
And his,
Was an obvious struggle
The pain was not my own
Yet it consumed me
To the point of harbouring Irrational guilt
In the midst of misfortune
That seeped down from the
Forefathers we share
All his days
His blithesome temperament
Never withered
With all this I hold
All I forget to cherish
That someone
Should have been him
The one standing on these heights.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
Nothing but foul bed bugs
Filling the holes in my brain
The macabre can oftimes seem mundane
Or excusatory, even pretentious in tone
What’s more profound than the morbid thoughts of a puny whipster
Can reflections so defiled by pessimism ring true as gold?
Is living through rose petals more befitting of art such as this
Droning on of garden’s sunbeams?
Or do the melancholy mutterings of a heavy head so ghoulish and grim
Mean more than the blithesome fervor of a soul
Not tainted or scarred in such a way as this;
By the absolutes and certainties of this life
And lack of therewithin-
Does such purity equate to disillusionment?
Knocked off course so viciously
I feel so good,
so visceral and clean
Yet deeply ungraceful
Making armistice with these Devils proves paragon
To amity and peace within
The alternative to internal conflagration
Release them,
But only when vital
Kept on a shortened leash
They are not inclined to seek abdication
But with absolute suppression they shall,
Exact their Revenge
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
IS IT A HAVEN OF BLISS?
OR IS IT A DEATH KISS?
IS IT A BLITHESOME GAMUT OF LIFE
OR A GLIMPSE NOW OUT OF SIGHT
IS IT A SPARK IN THE AIR
OR IS IT A JOLT FOR WHICH YOU CAN'T DARE
IS IT A SPLASH SPREADING AROUND
OR THE MITES PRESENT ON THE GROUND
R THESE GLORIOUS MOMENTS OF THE PAST
OR THE DREADFUL DREAMS WHICH AWAY WE CAN'T CAST
WHAT IS THIS WALKING IN MY MIND?
WHAT IS THIS YET I AM UNABLE TO FIND?
written by samreena lodhi
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
in the lighter steps of yesteryears come the name of which
I cannot remember insofar as I am awash with the delusion
of what a poem, or what to make out of a poem, or what use
is there, to heave out poems – I was then raw, supple if you
may allow, like dew on blade of grass, face front
against the blithesome matutinal, heart somewhere displaced,
beginning to look for something the inward expects,
as though things happen for the first time again,
with wisdom of what to look for – resigned, young,
inconsistent with the word, fetal in my hands: pen and paper.
a well-guarded secret
swaying in tune, curtailed by some sort of split-second inhibition,
trying to save face and give this blandness a whole new meaning
and arrive at two intersecting points where the lost self will be
redeemed in finding – monologue of sorts, dark it was,
dampened by such bleakness, this leitmotif;
all around me purged of sound, strip to rogue without
senses, suddenness at the tip of my body, lunging at any
feat of light that succeeds to champion this behemoth of blackness,
to complete this impedance, a singular impetus to fruition ekphrasis,
yet not quite, deep in the study again, as though
yesteryears are all but the days starting to disintegrate
into tiny segments to wreak something devastatingly vague, as in,
a language curled in the tongue, relentlessly flexed against the wall
of me, losing yet no little piece.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC
(pretend this is centered) Autumn Leaf
for a dear friend who died in the night
O may her life close like a leaf that falls
And laughs in falling at its happy end
Air-dancing through a sky of Dresden blue
Sun-sliding sideways in a blithesome breeze
Soft-singing in a sweet sinopian sun
Who smiles grandfatherly on each blest leaf
Remembering its spring, and summer too
Pushed from the wood after the last fell frost
To grow from mother-tree and taste the air
In that Apollonian sun of youth
To work and play in Saturnian summer
And then to glow in ripe Pomona’s dusk
In celebration of all life, and then
At last to leap into eternity
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC
This smell of
Blithesome fragrance
Brought me spring
But winter came
Early this year
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
In the midst of thy
dimwitted beauty
o ' earthened
-thoroughfare
how seriously, I am
at a scrutiny, if what
I want a soul mate thou
is in ameliorate - fashion,
soulest heart's desires mate,
He's my ideal fit to live without
and that’s what I stand in need of,
My true soul mate is my mirror,
the one that shows everything
that is holding me back-
the one who brings me
to my own tender
LOVING care!
So can I invert lifestyles?
into his lest do whatever
it takes- let thee blessing
corset be what I say or do.
There are hundreds of
ways to kneel and
kiss the ground.
Through my cling
for him, I want to
express my
sweet embrace for the
whole cosmos,
the whole of
humanity,
and all beings
to caress.
By existing for him,
I want to dig up
For him more,
wholeheartedly.
Just I come
next to him
into loving him,
The way thou art love myself
I will be able to woo everyone
and all sorts o' order, disarray
Aside from unfit for the world
And of the world
[And I am beaming joy..
Yea glad with all my heart
That thus so blithesome
I myself can I be freely ache free]
A real understanding o' amity
What I really starve to do
is what I really aspire to affect to .
Whence doing well
what's purposely longed swell.
Whilst called for,
HOPE aught not get the worst of
Hard times
Nothing but good times
therefore,
Whether economics
meets waterloo breaks through;
comes to us,
Abundant mammoth o' thine mercy
open for us,
I feel functional,
and molded
deemed,
in the manner to be fond
of each other.
Discern to versed what I ache for
and if I dare to dream
of joining our heart’s pining
God's entwined love - waiting!
Because, all this time,
I've hankered to love you and you alone!
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
Such a lovely anticipation
hoping that my projection
will surpass my expectation
once my eyes rest upon your face.
Laugh at my plausibility
it wont deter my believability
I stand by my elation
to drink in the intoxication
of my lips meeting yours.
If this is delirium
this state of feeling blithesome
I've no choice but to succumb
and trust in the rhythm
when by body should press against yours.
So let us revel in what we might become....
and stay the hell away from my ******
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC