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"joyousness" poems
I want to apologise. Broken relationships, I shall eulogise. To those I know (or, knew); Forgive my absence when you needed a warm caress and a hug, But instead got frostbite, a torrent of snow or dew. I am sorry for drawing a sword When you were hoping for an olive branch; I can be as thorny as an all-knowing lord. I wish my heart was limitless, And my kindness infinite – I dream of love that is fearless, And of joyousness completely exquisite. Yet, that is not who I am – I can be a calm ocean or a tempest, A total commotion, or peacefully at rest. I can be enigmatic and reserved, Or, I can be charismatic, if the mood is reversed. We are not good or bad; We can be lewd and strikingly mad, Or cunningly shrewd, or maybe sad. We are the yin and the yang; We all tend to sin, to our demons we hang. We are objects of pure fascination, In constant fluctuation, A recalcitrant reconciliation. So, I will say it one more time – Look into my eyes, see through my guise. I apologise to those who had no shoulder to cry on And sought mine, when I was not there. I hope you’re fine, and that someone showered you with care.
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
Reconciliation
*This is one of the racier "Memories" poems by the great Barry Hodges, my alter ego. It might well make you come involuntarily in your ****** How happy was I once with the wind in my hair Wandering o'er the dales with joyousness unmeasur'd, In the sweet long passed innocent days of platonic love When stolen gropes and kiss were to be treasured. But all good and true things come to a sad close And my poor first love lies in her grave so sorrowfully Having been crushed to death by a runaway steamroller Before I managed to go all the way quite thoroughly. What a waste of delightful teenage flesh was that Yet perhaps I had a narrow escape from the derangement Which might have been mine had our trysting Led to a semi-permanent matrimonial arrangement. For I recall one afternoon in the old ABC cinema In the delighful Yorkshire spa town of Harrogate, Sitting next to my gorgeous love in the back row, Exploring her not so very private parts on a hot date. How I cursed the management's niggardly folly In not showing a film with hot romantic blood But saving pathetic pennies by putting on Daffy ******** Duck and Elmer ******* Fudd. But yet I perserved with my digital explorations Unaware that the throbs my fingers felt were no dream But darling Elsie laughing like a proverbial drain At Daffy's hilarious anatine adventures on-screen. 'Twas then I began to wonder about the viscous liquid I had hitherto imagined was Elsie's lovejuice flowing *(dear, dear reader, cease your perusal of my tale forthwith if you are of a nervous disposition or prone to food up-throwing)*. It was only a careful examination of my sopping knuckles In the dimly lit gents after old Daffy's film was done and dusted Which revealed that my dearly beloved had leaked Big time out of both ends, leaving my fingers well encrusted. O to think that, but for Daffy, I might have been lumbered With a different kind of bird for whom double incontinence Was a way of life (thus, the fatal steamroller she encountered The very next day was a blessing from kindly Providence).
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
Memories of Harrogate and the Yorkshire Dales
*This is one of the racier "Memories" poems by the great Barry Hodges, my alter ego. It might well make you come involuntarily in your ****** How happy was I once with the wind in my hair Wandering o'er the dales with joyousness unmeasur'd, In the sweet long passed innocent days of platonic love When stolen gropes and kiss were to be treasured. But all good and true things come to a sad close And my poor first love lies in her grave so sorrowfully Having been crushed to death by a runaway steamroller Before I managed to go all the way quite thoroughly. What a waste of delightful teenage flesh was that Yet perhaps I had a narrow escape from the derangement Which might have been mine had our trysting Led to a semi-permanent matrimonial arrangement. For I recall one afternoon in the old ABC cinema In the delighful Yorkshire spa town of Harrogate, Sitting next to my gorgeous love in the back row, Exploring her not so very private parts on a hot date. How I cursed the management's niggardly folly In not showing a film with hot romantic blood But saving pathetic pennies by putting on Daffy ******** Duck and Elmer ******* Fudd. But yet I perserved with my digital explorations Unaware that the throbs my fingers felt were no dream But darling Elsie laughing like a proverbial drain At Daffy's hilarious anatine adventures on-screen. 'Twas then I began to wonder about the viscous liquid I had hitherto imagined was Elsie's lovejuice flowing *(dear, dear reader, cease your perusal of my tale forthwith if you are of a nervous disposition or prone to food up-throwing)*. It was only a careful examination of my sopping knuckles In the dimly lit gents after old Daffy's film was done and dusted Which revealed that my dearly beloved had leaked Big time out of both ends, leaving my fingers well encrusted. O to think that, but for Daffy, I might have been lumbered With a different kind of bird for whom double incontinence Was a way of life (thus, the fatal steamroller she encountered The very next day was a blessing from kindly Providence).
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You are that person everyone knows Who ******* almost constantly About everything that ever goes Away from how you think it should be. You have it worked out in your head Who should get what and when And how much is right or wrong And exactly what kind of men Should have luck and who should Suffer a miserable fate. And which people are no good And which race is truly great. Why do you take such joy In making folks around you cry? So much so that the best thing They hear you say is goodbye. Why do you choose hurtful way To get yourself some attention? Isn’t there something you can say, Something nice you can mention That will make people smile And not run so quickly away Then stay with you a little while; Enjoy some of the things you say? When did all this all nastiness start? Is it something from your childhood Made you take pleasure breaking hearts Every single chance you could; And if people are having fun Makes you jump in and stop The frivolity and joyousness Like some kind of buzzkill cop. Life might change for the better If you returned the smiles you get. You’re a big grump now, for sure Be nice and people will soon forget.
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
GROUCH ON A COUCH
Memory does no justice When time comes; fades the lines A face so dear and dominant Fades back into mind. Falling through my fingers Burned to ash and gone Whirling into dark and grey After much too long. Gone and so with joyousness Fleeting far away I'd give the world to have them back But pain to have them stay. I cannot begin to grasp All of what I've lost I've let this slip away from me At much too high a cost.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
Deterioration
*Our association makes the most of happenstance When I hover close to look into your eyes, To see your face dissolving into laugh lines and witness your loud giggles with surprise. The joyousness to hear your peal of laughter Ringing out across the courtyard to the night And to feel the balm of closeness in the offing And the warmth of knowing everything's all right. It's the way you take my arm in yours so easily It's the way you sooth the worries with your charm, And your boundless joi de vivre on the white sand by the sea always guarantees this day will bring no harm. It's delightful when we stroll along the lakeside When we hear the sparrows singing in the trees There's no unnecessary talk as we both enjoy our walk And quietly celebrate togetherness with ease. There's the moment when I catch your look of humour There's the moment when we share the cherry pie, There's the time we cuddle close to enjoy each other most I think there's loving in the air for you and I.* Marshalg Pukehana with my girl 21 October 2013
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 6:24 AM UTC
Just You & I
Being Drunk Being intoxicated A new perspective A new understanding You see things so differently So profoundly When you see the light A new perspective arises I see the loneliness in mysterious eyes A lover of her purpose To expose those to a better understanding An amazing joyousness I have become the pupil of alchohol A completely different knowledge The vibrance of all things, The voice of each person, A song in my left eardrum Thoughts of others Such an understatement of my experience Swallow the art Consume the knowledge Let it pass deep into your soul Continue to be who you are, Complete your words, But to understand? A gift rapped in time. This art taken as a substance Where you speak, You hear your thoughts Insane you may call me But I call it, Me my thoughts, Beautiful. My thoughts secluded like all others So as im told with his song he shares Unmonotone letting me feel his thoughts Held by my mind, A gift. The philosopher.
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Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
intoxication
words that i said i would not call her are screaming in my mind they creep through the darkness of my throat as if they are scared to be found only then to be pushed back into my mind and do it over again i had no such intention of doing so when they found the light the words came with the formation of sound its a soft joyousness whisper but with the guilt of sin **** ***** did not think she would enjoy the life thats changed words that were never able to be thought now melt from the lashings of my tongue drip drip drip goes the words
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 1:10 AM UTC
slut.whore.
tender night.........beholding what we are beholden to,,,,,at last! ("will i ever see "myself" again?") PATHETIC! who else are you,,,who else can you be? yeah ........feeling a this an a that and the power an the joyousness I SHALL DO! (who else?) the subway rumbles do i have to go to new york city an walk harlem and the rain? do i have to see you once more? (i know the answer, certainly)
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Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 11:36 AM UTC
tenderly
I can hear a blood bath brewing From here to all the land I hear the masses weeping Humanity, understand. I have no hope in trying Or yearning at the sight Sight of joyousness amiss When all of life seemed right There is a darkness stirring Upon this place called home There is a purpose dwindling In war of all the known
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
Stirring
I have one person he is my only forever and always I never want to let him go he is my love my heart my life my breath my thoughts my soul I never want to be without him he is mine and I am his forever and always may we never part in hurt or hatred but be together in love and joyousness he makes me happy and I make him laugh I love him for him just as he loves me for me and I can't wait to be with him to be completely his because he lives in my heart he is my heart he has me and I will always do my best to show my love for him everyday for having him I'm overly grateful overly thankful and I'll never hurt him I love him he is my heart my soul my love *Tengo una persona él es mi único Por siempre y para siempre No quiero volver a dejarlo ir el es mi amor mi corazón mi vida mi respiración mis pensamientos mi alma No quiero volver a estar sin él él es mío y yo soy su Por siempre y para siempre puede que nunca hemos participado en dolor o el odio pero estar juntos en el amor y alegría el me hace feliz y hago reír Lo amo por él tal como él me ama para mí y no puedo esperar para estar con él para ser completamente su porque vive en mi corazón él es mi corazón él me tiene y yo siempre haré lo mejor para demostrar mi amor por él todos los días por haberle estoy demasiado agradecido excesivamente agradecido y nunca lo haré daño Me encanta él es mi corazón mi alma mi amor*
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
My love (Mi amor)
Feel me Branch out You live Apathetically You’re a charlatan Who dwells One sidedly Dark sidedly Think you spew vitriolic criticism Just abysmal blabber You’re like an infant without wonder You’re a void for joyousness You’re incontinent of your blabber Of your verbal feces And vile thoughts Read the room We’re sick of your **** The only depth you have Is how low you make everyone You’re so dismal Break free From your own restraints And you can scintillate Beauty can always root Where horridness once dwelled
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC
Self Growth is Crippled if Only One Side of Life is Explored
Off a room of the cloisters I met Dom Andrew bookbinding in silence bearded and white cowled, in silentio sit Deus, Mancunian he said saw picture in book of monastic cell and that were it, I sensed the coldness of the room body shivered ears felt pained, il avait de la neige à l'extérieur the French monk said huddled in his black habit, saw the snow on trees and purity of it, she took my hand warm it was and promised *** Dom Charles tonsured dark haired gazed at me through thick lens glasses eyes like ***** holes in snow, I have been all things unholy and if God can work through me Francis said he can work through anyone, I mowed the grass by the church and Dom Frederick said you've done well, qui tutto sono fratelli the Italian monk said as he helped me dry up the dishes, beyond her dark hairs lay the Kingdom of Eve and joyousness, bell tolled in the bell tower by George or Hugh or both for Terce, a monk read in the refectory from a book on Oliver Cromwell as we sat and ate in silence, bonitátem fecísti *** servo tuo Dómine, the old monk opposite ate with gusto spooned food as if he may never eat again, nog steeds sneeuw buiten the Danish monk told me coming in with vegetables from the garden for lunch, indeed snow still there trees covered and fields that I saw, if you want to you can she said so I did, Dom Bruno said later that Dom Andrew had cancer and was silent on it, Deus meus libera me, and we licked our cutlery clean between meals and put away under our tables in a large napkin and George said unhygenic but we did, there is no great genius without some touch of madness Gareth said quoting Aristotle, sunlight on flagstones in the church warmed by midday, Compline bell told of the end of day.
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
END OF DAY 1971
Off a room of the cloisters I met Dom Andrew bookbinding in silence bearded and white cowled, in silentio sit Deus, Mancunian he said saw picture in book of monastic cell and that were it, I sensed the coldness of the room body shivered ears felt pained, il avait de la neige à l'extérieur the French monk said huddled in his black habit, saw the snow on trees and purity of it, she took my hand warm it was and promised *** Dom Charles tonsured dark haired gazed at me through thick lens glasses eyes like ***** holes in snow, I have been all things unholy and if God can work through me Francis said he can work through anyone, I mowed the grass by the church and Dom Frederick said you've done well, qui tutto sono fratelli the Italian monk said as he helped me dry up the dishes, beyond her dark hairs lay the Kingdom of Eve and joyousness, bell tolled in the bell tower by George or Hugh or both for Terce, a monk read in the refectory from a book on Oliver Cromwell as we sat and ate in silence, bonitátem fecísti *** servo tuo Dómine, the old monk opposite ate with gusto spooned food as if he may never eat again, nog steeds sneeuw buiten the Danish monk told me coming in with vegetables from the garden for lunch, indeed snow still there trees covered and fields that I saw, if you want to you can she said so I did, Dom Bruno said later that Dom Andrew had cancer and was silent on it, Deus meus libera me, and we licked our cutlery clean between meals and put away under our tables in a large napkin and George said unhygenic but we did, there is no great genius without some touch of madness Gareth said quoting Aristotle, sunlight on flagstones in the church warmed by midday, Compline bell told of the end of day.
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Oh God, how long until my woes Transfigure into peace? Until the violent storms inside my skull Will finally cease? Until the gaping emptiness I feel beneath my ribs Is filled with warmth and joyousness? That's all I plead You give! Around me I see people full With water, meat and wine. I see them eat together -- Oh, how carefree they all dine! When hunger hasn't gripped my gut, I've gorged on rotten meat. And when my throat has not been dry, Vinegar's been my treat. Please give me, Lord, a future hope That isn't a mirage. I look for peace, but pain attacks In relentless barrage. My spirit grumbles -- do take ear And help my soul to thrive. Mend this broke heart and give me strength To want to be alive.
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Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
Oh God, how long?
tears drip from my eyes while a laugh escapes from my mouth, this isn’t sadness, this isn’t joyousness, this comes from knowing that people leave, life makes you go through changes, yet my poor heart keeps on hurting.
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
happy tears...
Life is like a home at night, when all are asleep. The curtains are open, but no light comes through the windows. The world is beautiful, but the beauty cannot be seen. Without the light, I feel Alone Happy, but incomplete. Light comes in the form of a rose. She brings peace, and calm, and Sweet joyousness. And with this rose, With her presence, I no longer feel lonely. Instead, I feel Exhilarated, and whole. But all roses will eventually wither. They make those around them despair As they fade, and take the world's beauty with them. And with the loss of great beauty, Comes the loss of great happiness, And of light. Life is like a windowless underground room, With no light at all; With the weight of the world crushing down, And no signs of hope. I am utterly Alone And I will never be complete again.
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
Life in the Eyes of the Lover
Doing cosmic dance and singing cosmic song The messenger transcends the distracting throng That deceives the soul and self of worth But Love will be found even in Love's dearth We'll find out who told us the world wrong The cosmic dance will touch everyone And get them back in the groove of fun Have them all dancing under sun Enjoying the fresh, wild path begun A tapestry of joyousness spun The future wrestled from an evil fate and won Together we will do the dance Enamoured of a wholesome trance That enlivens everyone
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
Dance Of The World
I had never truly embraced love as i had with you by my side. It happened in a blink of an eye, like watching the sun set where you thought you had more time but nightfall came quicker than you realised. I spent a long time hoping and dreaming and believing in our kind of love. Filled with a joyousness that left no crevice of my chest aching for fullness. There was a difference between the idea and the solidity of corporeality. It became a fission of emotional vulnerability and unadulterated passion within a second. The love we shared engulfed my being like a tidal wave and left me breathless. It was as gratifying as it was painful in every sense. A connection of homogeneity of our wavelengths that left an ouroboros scarred into my heart every time you held my hand. A natural phenomenon much like a typhoon sweeping in and destroying what we thought was permanent and leaving behind a quiet peaceful sleep before the aftermath hits. The bruises were in my soul and not on my skin. And an uncharacteristic gratefulness for having felt a love so deep, however temporary it may be. This love. Our love. Blindsided me. But there's no other way I'd rather it be.
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
Blindsided
I am the I am of love. The construction of an echoing OM. I move on sacred soil to plant roots deep within. I dance below blue sea of clouds in joyousness of everything   Life force energy flows through me like water falling from a thunderous sky. I am the I am of light. The sun like heart beaming to others. The night reveling florescent stars to entice dreams. I merge with tides of moments that accumulate like endless waves. I swim with gratitude inside bubbles floating gracefully. How grand it is to be awake, to sing with poetry knowing we live a grand dream. The dream of the I am song.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC
I Am Song