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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.
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.
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.
Judy Klein Nov 2013
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
not finished ,need to put in a poem...
AmberLynne Jul 2014
Your blithesome nature
overwhelms my aching soul.
If I am honest
I must tell you that you are
simply extraordinary.
Desiree Ng Oct 2015
dear you, dear eyes
in your lovely sockets,
your presence is poetry,
an experience i cannot sculpt
into words precisely,perfectly,patiently:
pauses and punctuations, the words
i want to kiss into your mouth
and then tease with my tongue.

i seek solace/solar/suns,you dress my fingers with a
gentle grip and your scooping motions-
oh the waxing crescent moon;i see-
now i see clearly that the moon
is dark and round akin to your pupils.
once an abyss,no w a world beyondddddddd!
what blithesome business

i once thought the moon had a
face of a man and I still do but the moon
found its way to a face of a man I know.

stark silence, silly matters, subtly, just subtly
i find myself looking up/wards,wards,wards
and enjoying earnest pleasures in p
ain/eeling/inching/ulling, an unearthly joy found
between my bleeding fingers and my nails
(or lack thereof)

maybe the moon is alive,has skin,breathes and
sometimes talks/i know, i know it, i’ve felt it.
I KNOW IT as i,i, i

passively watched the blood moon;I’m
certain and I bet all my cuticles on this
that i know pretty pretty eyes when i see them
in a drunken fear fun fantasy falling falling

and i form your fluttering fleeting
shadow w w w wwwwwww           .

//

yoi were(as) meant to go when the sun comes up
Keith Mitchell Feb 2019
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
Ann P Mar 2017
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
Tereshkova Nov 2013
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.
HoneyPotter Jan 2018
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.
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.
Dorothy Jun 2014
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
The Noose Aug 2014
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.
Dongdongi Ralte May 2020
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.
There was this boy way way way out of my league i had a crush on or rather i was afraid to have a crush on. But we'd talk sometimes and i found him so gold, so pure. But then i realise i was catching feelings and i denied it since he was heaven and i was just a pebble.
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.
Lawrence Hall Jan 2019
(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
Of your mercy please pray for the repose of Beverly Jean.


"Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and make perpetual Light to shine upon her."
Ismail Nasution Nov 2017
This smell of
Blithesome fragrance
Brought me spring
But winter came
Early this year
April 2, 2017
Sierra Jordyn Jun 2020
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
written December 12, 2019,  edited June 12, 2020
Samreena Lodhi Feb 2018
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
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!
Diane K Jan 2019
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 ******.
Travis Green Dec 2022
Crunk, yummy stunner, I hunger to abandon
Everything I contain for a chance
To step into your dancing, radiating, and shimmering flames
To embrace your naked contagious greatness
Delight in your hella high-test game
While I lay beside your striking musclebound frame
Entangled with your enticingness

I inhale every slice of your shining priceless virileness
Feel how you spice up my life
How you dig deep into my insides
Bite into my bright blithesome beguilingness
Gain control of my homoness
As I call your name, check out your inviting and smiling eyes
My bold soulful Romeo, your entireness is my lifeline

Your exhilarating taste, your fragrant embrace
Your fetching flex, your refreshing earthy smell
I lose myself in your divine headline-worthy fineness
I think about your infectious delectable breath
Sliding down my spine, enlivening me all over
How I wish for you to ravish me
Leave me mystified, wildly excited
By your growling and mesmerizing voice
David R May 2021
the blackbird does as blackbird should
he sings the morn in view
and at dusk, as sun dons hood,
farewell's the day's deep blue

and though the sloth seems lazy,
a-snoozing in the tree,
a sleep that might seem crazy
to you and to me

a sloth does as sloth is,
he cannot other be,
much as the black moth is
nocturnal frequentee

during the day, he lies under
leaf or vegetation,
it's all a part of the wonder
of G-d's machination

it's just man that has a say
in how he spends his hour,
he may choose to be gay,
blithesome as a flower

or saturnine and severe,
without a hint of cheer,
though DNA may play a part
man is ruler of his heart
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
Joseph Zenieh Jun 2022
WORK AND HAPPINESS
Inner pleasure is so charming
but it leads to what's crestfallen.
Life outside us is quite lovely,
but its loss can always frighten.

Where are we from the solution?
One is endless but not blithesome
while the other is so brilliant,
but its end is like snake venom.

Life is great when work can fill it.
Man can find his joy in labour.
He will find an outside blitheness,
and his Lord will like his manner.

Milliards have arrived and parted
only few are highly honoured.
They've enjoyed their lovely voyage,
while on them their fame's been showered.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Joseph Zenieh Aug 2022
THE UNIQUE LINK
A person's task none can complete
save man, who links the earth and heights.
His heart's sublime; so are his thoughts,
a work of art of matchless traits.

He has great sympathy and love
whose fabrics just the angels weave.
They knit them of the dew of seas
to form the clouds that quench the trees.

They keep high clouds for sewing clothes.
They make them for the saints to use,
and save the rest for those great mums
whose love is felt in blithesome dreams.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
____________
Travis Green Mar 2023
His angelic romantic handsomeness
Makes my head spin, makes my heartbeat race
To the gateway of baking hot Mars
With an exotic macho scent that captures my interest
Leaves me deeply litty, bewitched by his rich heavenly exquisiteness

My light-bright tight kryptonite
So perfectly framed and inviting
With badass magical swagger
That makes me hella strung out
On his strangely desirable beguilement

Blooming brown sugar beauty
Warm velvety compellingness
With a red-hot saucy quality
That enthralls me, that has me digging
The way he vocalizes his words
How he shows off his machoness

My top-notch full-bodied superstar
So lithe and blithesome
So powerfully built like a professional heavy-weight wrestler
The best skillful and unbeatable big hitter
With spectacular sculptured shoulders to stroke

A broad macho back to feel and kiss
A juicy, delicious *** to squeeze
A ferocious, rock-hard sausage to *******
The most flabbergasting *******
To put in my mouth and absorb his knowledge

Worship his moist, succulent hotness
Such a valiant sensational enchanter
My treasured heavenly confection
My sweet, creamy dessert to savor
An extravagant invaluable smash that behaves confidently

A high-quality, provocative delight
That is my wicked ****** appetite
My favorite creative Samson
I love how he excites me with his wildly arousing strikingness
Takes me in his long and prodigiously strong arms

He makes me highly smile while he guides me
To inconceivably delightful paradise
The most exalted and sparkling charmer
I slowly drift into everything he has to say
His phenomenal pillow talk hits me deep
Right in my heart, it conquers me deeply

His intensifying fiery eyes burn through my inner world
Makes me thirst for his charismatically cherry-picked immersiveness
An incomparable 24-karat attraction that shimmers in the limelight
An inestimably infectious and precious affection
That mesmerizes me the more I check out

His sexually tantalizing virileness, I lose control when
My fingers slither up and down his purely sensual skin
Fenced in his magical, mystical supremeness
I digest every deftly elegant word that he speaks to me
Submerge into his praiseworthy amorous manfulness
Lune Quiller Oct 2020
At midnight of this unearthly day
There were screams, howlers and yells,
Coming from a fishy corner in the house
Loud claps and clinging bells.

They appear in the shadows
Monstrous, creepy yet small
With necks narrow
And eyes big as ball

A cake kept in the middle of the hall
Tall as my height and wobbly as the knight bus
With wierd decorations
And icing that looked suspicious

In the drink glasses, something scarlet and purple was being poured
with popping bubbles and silver steam
And for starters,
There were toad bones and ostrich cream!

Few wore sandy robes
With their maroon skin
And the green mob wore tea towels
Picked up from a bin

Later in the birthday party,
They started knocking each other
Which looked like a game in popularity
Blithesome, hair-raising, gate crashing, altogether!

The goblins and their very customs
They were following with devotion
But who's birthday was it?
I couldn't get this notion

Well, goodnight! The Birthday Goblin
I better not come near,
As you look quaintest and goggle-eyed too
For the condition is not the same here.

— The End —