"joyfull" poems
On a clear sky night
The sound of harmonica dancing
By the angles of the Moon
Drum pounds widespread
Waves floating in an ecstatic pace
The quiet bay listened with radiant Shells
Star specks lit sky humming
The Earth murmuring deeply
Pines reverberating in back chorus
Kids giggling around trippin' in thick dark
Tripping over some minor rocks, happy to
Embrace the unexpected music, dogs wiggling
Heavenly carousel shining upon their faces
Theater dreaming of the joyfull now
This exuberant laughter unsyncopated
Steps rhythm fading on their paths
Instruments put down, sounds of
Crickets, bare naked, two plunges
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
One face looks out from all his canvasses,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans;
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queenin opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer greens,
A saint, an angel;--every canvass means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him
Fair as the moon and joyfull as the light;
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.
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this dim light room
you protest the error
which must be why your here
but not even a flicker of interest
passes the faces
gather in the moment
digest its very essence
with an eye to its taste and texture
can it be such
that while you see the logic
thouse around only see the flaw
you protest the confusion
she laughs dull witted and mutters
that confusion isnt allowed
without proper paperwork
therefore there is no confusion
sit down and shut up
you stand and try to leave
the hired hand
stops you with a gentle hand
no friend we cant have that
sit down go with the flow
the tragedy is in her eyeless watching
she just lingers there in the shadows
with a television at full volume
cartoons of americas empire building days
running marathon back to back
with the guy who teaches how to paint
one a masterpiece of tragedy
the other a tragedy of masterpieces
life is a ironic love affair of
joyfull young pretty college girls
and the bitter old men they hide
dogeared books of poems tucked inside
old leather jackets
misery need not apply
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
my hands believed in you
satisfied by little to none
I could have gave them to anyone
little white pedals laying stagnant on each fingertip
revelations of the flowers you helped blossom in my impotent heart
how can I explain something provoking veins inside the blood of my emotions
when I didnt even know blood flowed through anything but my physical body
a cemetary of memories lie abyss somewhere inside of me
like the joyfull living praised when there but never appreciated enough
until souls bid farewell
the hour of separtion came to me as something that was dream like
something that couldnt be real
a few days pass almost placidly flowing over my being
and then it comes
expected lament,
this piece of land inside me is not vast
containing many souls some meaningless and some worthy
rather it is appressed and compact with little space
for the memories at rest
intertwined helping me remember together
in yearning harmony
the grass is so green over every grave
the sun never sets
but the flowers have disappeared
yes
the flowers they are
dead
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 2:39 PM UTC
Down in meadows where sweet grass grows by the inch by moolite -a girl I know she would stroll.. quietly ,barefoot and beautiful.
Flowers and rose petals filled the air as she strolled to valley.down.deep. this girl I know who couldn't sleep. she.strolled.to the green valley way down deep.
Nite breezes whispered sadness of love adrift like the echoing bubbly,babbling brook as cool grass mingled with achy feet she walked her cares to the valley down deep.
This lady I know is lovely and rare and full of sudden sweet surprise. Like the ones that sparkle from her sleepy eyes. I think she is layered and her sorrows are deep and her pain she does keep quiet and hidden
Way down deep.
So, I somtimes wonder and conjure what it be to hold her hand ,put her head on my shoulder sing a lullaby low and deep and stroll together on the winding path that would take us by starlite and moonlite and gentle brook to.lay us both down in clover and Jasmine.
stroke her brow and whisper.her away to sleep in the peacefull valley with windmills up on the hills.
That place in her joyfull surrender in the green valley way down deep
This woman I know is soft as surrender and tough as iron but the girl inside still dreams the wistfill fairytale ending while doing and going and fixing unending. Regret like a stone on her shoulder, head bowed and sweet.she has kept to the task but now weary for rest and gentle persuasion.
There's a place in the gloaming where dreamwalkers meet a misty suspension. A warm sunny place a snow capped and glistening winterland an azure briney ocean and sand.
Sahara of rippling sand like sweet music rippling forth from a merciful harp that draws her up upwards and aloft to soar and skim in freedom then she sails the Caribbean trades with the wind in her hair still dreaming wide awake.. she.sits on the bow and seaspray carresses her hopes . Salty misy and cool and she dreams in a dream inside of contemtment unending. Then soars aloft again infitfull sleep then plunges to depths of secrets well kept to.the valley so green and so deep.
To the valley
The valley of sleep.
To green meadows
In the valley.down deep.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Why - you asked
For the sake of a
Born and raised
Romantic poetry!
To individuums!
To lions drama!
Ontic ouroboro
Levitates lesser
Symbols equally
Time de-ploring
Overwhelmed n'
Joyfull character
E x t r a c t i n g
Timelessnesses..
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
I only met you
a short five years ago
in that time we have shared many things
happiness as we walked under the willows
sadness as we ran from the rain
laughter at one another's simple jokes
but most importantly we have shared one thing no other could feel
our secret
of love
love for each other as we began simply as friends
sleepovers and movie nights to bring us together
stolen kisses in the middle of a storm
holding hands in the dark of night
but no one knows our simple secret
we are in love
a joyfull love
for eternity
forbidden
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
my hands believed in you
satisfied by little to none
I could have gave them to anyone
little white pedals laying stagnant on each fingertip
revelations of the flowers you helped blossom in my impotent heart
how can I explain something provoking veins inside the blood of my emotions
when I didnt even know blood flowed through anything but my physical body
a cemetary of memories lay abyss somewhere inside of me
like the joyfull living praised when there but never appreciated enough
until souls bid farewell
the hour of separtion came to me as something that was dream like
something that couldnt be real
a few days pass almost placidly flowing over my being
and then it comes
expected lament,
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:39 PM UTC
She is the foam of the sea
Untouched and innocent
Smooth dancing on the waves
Every so slight movement making her seem vulnerable
But still in the most dominant way
She is slim so she can fit into the distance between his fingertips when he spreads his arms to beg for her
She is drowning him
He is inferior
He is the travelling wave
Never loosing his feeling of rythm
Playing the same song every day
Dancing to it
Looking for his perfect match
I am the puzzled Sand
Sticking to everything but nowhere wanted
Uneven, rough and misshaped
An offence to every coast
I am out of place
He is an unfinished artwork
Beautiful look of imperfection
A clear water beast
Rising explosive and
Settleing gentle
She loves the song he sings
It's like he is singing to her
The foam clings so good to the shifting water
And together they create
The perfect sea
Every edge uncurling
The unremarkable sand in their way
But with every dance they dance in union
Parts of me are teared apart
And send to every cardinal direction
By the fair-minded elements
Until nothing of the sand remains
So the sea is eventually merged
Joyfull dancing and singing
The song of freedom and affection
She is the foam of the sea
and he is the travelling wave
I am washed away
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
Rustling branches, falling leaves ,silently they fall
Carpeting the winter grounds
Large oak trees standing tall
Whispering winds echoing clear
The highest pitch
I feel you near
I think I hear you
I turn around
I search but nowhere
To be found
I walk to the park our favourite place
Every step we took -I trace
I find our tree ,our names enscribed
Behind it you often used to hide
I miss your smile
Your warm embrace
Your loving touch
Beautiful face
Such joyfull memories
"Still "! each winter brings
I feel your spirit
When the robin sings.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
A little girl with braids in her hair .
Her sparkling eyes, and joyfull smile .
She sits in a garden teaming with life .
Her guardian angel sits by her side .
She raises her hand to touch the breeze.
And to her surprise a white dove flys down to greet .
A peaceful creature ,her new best friend.
It lays upon her hand with grace.
A timeless bond a fleeting sight .
A moment wrapped in gentle light .
.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC
There on the wrinkled landscape
Of topographical coloration
I blast two staccato echoes
A subtle shrill arpeggio at fade out
So subtle a difference that I can't say I hear it
Though I am the director
Of that whistles orchestration
Far across the valley bottom camouflaged by pattern
They will appear somewhere among that sea of white
The receivers pop up in mirrored action
Tiny pinpoints of color among the sea of white
I don't need to be able to see them to know
The exchange of glances anticipation of coming attraction
This is what they live for.... that call to attention
As they await like teenagers or #45 for another tweet
Glancing now at each other and aware
Of that growing sense of anxiety among their charges
My hesitation stemmed from viewing all the Majesty
But I am aware from way up here of the tension below
And with the valleys steeped in ever darkening shadow
The two miles trek to the awaiting gate and the holding pen
I blow a quick quip to start Sas and Rocket to bring em in
Then as if of 1 mind they lead em home ...leading from behind
An addiction to action where by almost supernatural
Is their ability to move by nip and slip around the throng
Attentive to any wayfarers lost in transit
Encouraging less enthusiastic or lost youngster to move along
Sending the adolescents screaming in terrorized panic
As they are absorbed into the mass of slow moving wool
And only after the last one of them passes thru ...do
The pair allow themselves ...with the closing of the gate
That romp of triumphant joyfull play as they await their reward
They will receive for their day of working like a dog
That bowl of food that awaits them is secondary to the real prize
To that smile and well done pat on the head or belly scratch
From their beloved master for that is really what they live for!!!
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
Waking with this warm
Trembling in my soul
Dreams of you lingering
Carving your image
Deeper into my heart
Such beautiful painful longing
Aching through my entirety
Everything hard and pounding
Pressing and seeping
Love and lust and life
From every pore
Flowing like
Madness over the moon
Flames acroos the sun
Filling the void between
Every star in the sky
And my mortal eyes
Spelling out your name
And hushed cries
And joyfull tears
Buried with the secret
Whispers I've repeated
Into my pillow
Clutched gently in
My shaking hands
As every morning
I wake with this
Warm trembling
In my soul
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC
**I'd rather write a moody poem that has found it's home
Than a joyfull one with no place to go**
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
I really cant see the good in myself,
and I'm not doing to well with my emotional health.
sat hear thinking of years long ago,
a time way back when joyfull months would go slow.
a long while back, before my mid teens,
when life seemed simple
filled with prospects and dreams,
a smile would follow a feeling inside,
and now the smile is there but something has died,
none of us learn to laugh or to cry,
that comes to us natual like the stars in the sky.
and the mountings and ocean,
perfect emotion,
perfect beings
no internal corrosion.
we are all born a mirrical
and as from day one,
the light shines bright
to help guide us along.
But as i grew older and thought I new best,
I egnoed those I loved and followed the rest.
my life choices all wrong,
once drugs came along,
but the desire to use was always so stong.
only happy when using,
body and mind I'm abusing,
destorted thinking and life seems very confusing.
as time passed by
i never stopped getting high,
still unaware of the damage inside,
now I sit and I sy,
wanting to cry,
but the tears inside me seem to have dried.
so I become aggressive n i shout,
because it needs to come out
this only further hurts those that I care about
but as I sit all alone and i look at the sun,
it reminds me
that when the rain ends
then change can be done.
and change must be made
because I know ov this much,
I no longer want to be out of touch...
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
The mighty wind of change
that carried me
all along
always urging me to search
for being
true
truer
truest
to who I really am.
The mighty wind of change
that I have sometimes cursed
when it caught me
off guard
until I realized
it blows from within
and everything it brings
I have wished for
deep inside.
The mighty wind of change
blows through the branches of the trees.
The leaves and birds just play along
showing me how joyfull
the mighty wind of change is.
Once again.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC