"merriest" poems
After so long an absence
At last we meet agin:
Does the meeting give us pleasure,
Or does it give us pain?
The tree of life has been shaken,
And but few of us linger now,
Like the prophets two or three berries
In the top of the uppermost bough.
We cordially greet each other
In the old, familiar tone;
And we think, though we do not say it,
How old and gray he is grown!
We speak of a Merry Christmas
And many a Happy New Year;
But each in his heart is thinking
Of those that are not here.
We speak of friends and their fortunes,
And of what they did and said,
Till the dead alone seem living,
And the living alone seem dead.
And at last we hardly distinguish
Between the ghosts and the guests;
And a mist and shadow of sadness
Steals over our merriest jests.
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Thy lips of espresso gold,
Convey to me,
Your desperado untold.
Thine eyes for your own,
Merriest of forbidden
Pleasures,
To hold.
Your supple smile upon
Thine own,
Reveal.
Amidst only
To conjure,
To conceal.
Parlay, if I may,
To implore
The keenest sense
Of your fulfillment,
I adore.
Gently now, our merriment. . .
Embarking upon salutation.
No more our desire,
Of infatuation?
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 2:45 AM UTC
Laughter from Another Room
by Michael R. Burch
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel;
as I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
Only you and I are real.
Only you and I exist.
Only burns that blister heal.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only hope that lingers dies.
Only love that lessens lives.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only sinners ever pray.
Only saints are crucified.
The crucified are always saints.
The crucified are always saints.
The maddest men control the world.
The dumb man knows what he would say;
the poet never finds the words.
The poet never finds the words.
The minstrel never hits the notes.
The minister would love to curse.
The warrior longs to spare his foe.
The warrior longs to spare his foe.
The scholar never learns the truth.
The actors never see the show.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The artist longs to feel the flame.
The proudest men are not aloof;
the guiltiest are not to blame.
The guiltiest are not to blame.
The merriest are prone to brood.
If we go outside, it rains.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we dare to love, we fear.
Blind men never see the sun;
other men observe through tears.
Other men observe through tears
the passage of these days of doom;
now I listen and I hear
laughter from another room.
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel.
As I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
Keywords/Tags: laughter, mockery, ridicule, another, room, anguish, brood, real, reality, dreams, persist, lovers, sinners, saints, madmen, poets, artists, minstrels, ministers, warriors, scholars, actors, proud, guilty, merry, blind, tears
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
The physician is a good man, wise and fair
But, ouch! - HIS FINGER DOES NOT BELONG THERE!
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
Not only in sweet melodious song
Of robin trilling at fresh break of dawn.
Thy love and Presence I now find
In floors unswept and tattered blind
From wearisome day and night void of sleep
Which causest the merriest heart to weep.
In dismal November's drizzling rain
Which beating against broken windowpane,
A funeral dirge from sad yesterday;
Solemnity of knells—hopeless decay.
~Hilda~
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
It was cold today and i hastened home like i never had before.
There under my christmas tree i saw your present for me, wrapped up in a beautiful blue box.
This is it, i thought.
I could not wait.
I opened it very slowly enjoying every moment like rain on my skin on a summer day.
And there it was...
The most beautiful present i had ever seen in my life...
*Your already-signed Divorce Papers...*
My love, it is gonna be the merriest christmas for us to remember...
Now i can have you completely...
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to me...
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 11:18 AM UTC
I'm thinking of making it cheery
Jovial in disguise
In one's high spirit
Like the lucky one
From her merriest heart
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
Some time in this world
We'd long for magic
To heal all wounds
Our faith in static
Yet at time it feels
Nothing could go wrong
But we'll never know
Dig deep down the core.
The merriest day
For all lovely pairs
Had been bittersweet
Broken down affairs
I guess it ends there
On that lonely site
Silence filled our souls
We messed up just right
Lips no longer spoke
Of words that could rhyme
Hope one day we'd still,
In another life.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 3:36 AM UTC
I wish you Merry Christmas
That lasts all through the year.
Remember how I love you
And hold you all so dear.
Merry merry Christmas
And a happy, happy new year.
I hope all the presents
Are exactly what you like.
Just as in your childhood
A shiny brand new bike.
And apples in your stocking
Just like every Christmas,
And other great new years.
And I hope that Santa Claus
Came and left you joy
More than just pretty gifts
And fancy wished for toys.
I hope you smile a lot
And Christmas leaves you glad
And nobody in your family
Has reason to be sad.
So merry, merry Christmas
To you and all you love
May every Christmas blessing
Come down from far above
And grant you joy and your family
The merriest of Christmases
And a most joyous new year.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
O creators
O makers(O ye, who by hands deftest,
hew the earth with thy hearts
extrapolated)thou art blessed
(and a blessing)
for by the imperfect notions of you
more perfect becomes me
(in me gathers
the coalesced
intensity of
your exact
infinite stuff)and
i
'm thick with your heady music
which bursts out my body
and i'm flung into burning
indomitable human fire
(and i become
like gargantuan
sleeping flowers(whole rivers of them)i become the
hot sigil of the human singing
organ)with drunk beautiful darkness
i sing across the folding eternal
abyss and with merriest volition
i add the coarse sound of my fracas
to the body of the electric people
chorus
(the makers
and the creators
who by pleasing distinct
colorful blades scar
me wonderfully
)
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
When your sweet taste hits my lips
I can feel my problems fade away
Like the setting sun
On a bad day
When I have you near
I can’t feel down
Indeed, you make me feel
Like the merriest of clowns
Even if our love may be forbidden
And even if I decide to leave you one day
I shall always love you
I shall always love my M
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 6:36 PM UTC
The pavement was drenched by that long, August rain
As jeepneys swerved by and people were rushing
Under a small umbrella we hurried to catch the train,
As the wind grew colder and harsher that evening.
As we walked towards the station our hands glued tight
Those small, soft hands that laced around mine
And even though you kept ranting about that terrible night
It became an unforgettable memory in this heart of mine
That short train ride probably felt like the shortest ever
As if time flew quickly and you suddenly said your goodbye
Leaving me to travel alone pondering about the feelings at play
And it struck, that sudden realization, that left me to my sighs
These growing emotions kept growing, keeping me up at night
Heart beats uncontrolled and erratic whenever you come around
It annoys me that in your smile I find unending delight
And in my love struck mind your voice sweetly resounds
Each and every day I tried to avoid confronting them
You see me as a friend, so its a no, a big taboo
But a heart never ceases to yearn, no matter how you stop it
And in my case, I seek only to be loved by you
How everything would go, how far these emotions may take me
I can only watch from here, hoping and praying it will go my way
But as he comes along, your eyes set on him, it won't be easy
The only assurance I hold on to is that you would choose to stay
I'll try to assure myself with those calming, bewitching eyes
And I guess I'll hold on to your sweetest, merriest smile
Even if in truth, I deceive myself with those sweet, yet deadly lies
And that my fantasies and reality might never get reconciled
Love is a strange yet complicated feeling
When you yearn what's not yours, every fiber in you rebels
Even when you sacrifice your all and give up everything
The ones nearest to your heart, sting like pins and needles
But it also gives wisdom, helping young hearts grow
Love teaches vigilance even when everything hurts
It leaves us questioning, yet giving what we need most to know
That it is unquenchable passion and sacrifice for everything it's worth
So, here I stand, waiting for the next train to stop by,
heading to destinations unknown, meeting the strangest people
hoping that someday I'll meet you somewhere under a raining sky
Not as friends, but as lovers, perfectly-suited, yet an imperfectly human couple.
(February 12, 2015, 2:21am)
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
Mesmerizing
Captivating
Tantalizing
Divine
Those are the words.
Just the words I say to describe the
happiest
merriest
of memories
all of it washed away by the rain
from the roof down to me
flickering images,
I say my heart pumps
Declines invitations
A bird in a cage, not so original
but I think I can twist this call
A dead bird trying not to think about
any Bukowski quote
Just here lying, thinking of ways
on how to sleep and thinking of
these words here. .
and just how long. .
will my lungs accept the smokes
every time wars evict me from consciousness
mom and dad
I believe you didn't brought me here
just for nothing
the only thing that is clear
is that no one understands
that natural enemies
makes a ******
I'm both.
I'm pretending.
I'm always following.
the instructions.
Though sleeping naked isn't part of it.
and smoking my life away too.
to have fun is to be rich.
but to be happy is to have a lot.
Of people that loves you and will
stand for you
And that's what my greedy business
is all about.
Most are ******** who forces
me to accept to afford loses
and give ins.
Good thing only me and few people appreciates
math rock and bad writing.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
i have not a desire
to become an apt and voiceful poet
but a blooming hope to grow
into a word war general
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
Laughter from Another Room
by Michael R. Burch
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel;
as I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
Only you and I are real.
Only you and I exist.
Only burns that blister heal.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only hope that lingers dies.
Only love that lessens lives.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only sinners ever pray.
Only saints are crucified.
The crucified are always saints.
The crucified are always saints.
The maddest men control the world.
The dumb man knows what he would say;
the poet never finds the words.
The poet never finds the words.
The minstrel never finds the notes.
The minister would love to curse.
The warrior never knows his foe.
The warrior never knows his foe.
The scholar never learns the truth.
The actors never see the show.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The artist longs to feel the flame.
The proudest men are not aloof;
the guiltiest are not to blame.
The guiltiest are not to blame.
The merriest are prone to brood.
If we go outside, it rains.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we dare to love, we fear.
Blind men never see the sun;
other men observe through tears.
Other men observe through tears
the passage of these days of doom;
now I listen and I hear
laughter from another room.
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel.
As I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
Keywords/Tags: Laughter, another, room, anguish, reality, real, surreal, exist, dreams, hope, love, sinners, saints
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 4:39 AM UTC