"mirthfully" poems
the creatures of nature, can sure be a jovial crew
the creatures of nature, can sure be a jovial crew
listening to them I often do, within this piece I'll explain to you
listening to them I often do, within this piece I'll explain to you
within this piece I'll explain to you, the creatures of nature
can sure be a jovial crew, listening to them I often do
birds sing mirthfully neath the sun, their choruses lift the heart
birds sing mirthfully neath the sun, their choruses lift the heart
in a rousing chord cicadas thrum, such a delight they all are
in a rousing chord cicadas thrum, such a delight they all are
such a delight they all are, their choruses lift the heart
birds sing mirthfully neath the sun, in a rousing chord cicadas thrum
the next time you're outside, tune into the natural world
the next time you're outside, tune into the natural world
you'll hear a happy zeal, a resonant gleefulness
you'll hear a happy zeal, a resonant gleefulness
the next time you're outside, you'll hear a happy zeal
a resonant gleefulness, tune into the natural world
their choruses lift the heart, a resonant gleefulness
birds singing mirthfully neath the sun, you'll hear a happy zeal
within this piece I'll explain to you, tune into the natural world
the next time you're outside, in a rousing chord cicadas thrum
such a delight they all are, listening to them I often do
the creatures of nature, can sure be a jovial crew
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
Who’s to say how
He might come back for a second
inhumanely heaped-up helping,
if we grant that immensity
of our assumption He did come
kingly first into this inside-
out size from a do-you-miss-me-
yet’s mirthfully mythical realm
I have seen Him
lurking in a particle-board fine
finish on the thin outer membranes
of our estranged and better faces;
He’s Higgs-boson omnipresent,
but far too theoretical
for our broadly practical, turned-
away gazes to rediscover
There He is now
rising in the favela’s gap-
toothed grins with fabulously naughty
corners this glee-pawed grandpa twists
using cur jests his ***** charges
imagine as flightless quarrels
grey-hooded pigeons would gaggle
were they over-stuffed on golden grain
And there again
on a Calcutta mound’s cluttered
conic end, smog-like He slowly lifts
with the crust-gnawed, razor-wire crimps
of a soup-can’s unconsummated lid
as dainty fingers crawl in toward
a gelatinous glob still clinging
to the powerful pretense it’s meat
And there once more,
conceding oms, He restless flickers
at the margins of blocky beige
Beijing screens as crisply clicked clacks
circumnavigate the darkling
smooth patches and spit-spark a few
conscious drips to squiggle out from
the babble of noxious red seas
Emerged, this welp
won’t toddle off to dribble-stain
the dressy linens of a made-up
nanny’s well-mannered and ornate
evil; it will curl up instead,
a swaddled yawn with no yearn to
suckle under His real mother’s
gaping wide and grungy bloused best
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 11:04 AM UTC
her bitter vetch
is unyielding
she is a spiteful girl
upon the landscape
she spews her gall
its acrid coldness
felt on these tablelands
a reception of welcome
she'll never gain or garner
for her freezing disposition
is so cruel and biting hard
she is unrelenting in venting
her spleen of freeze
the countryside
bears witness
to her gelid duress
the season of winter
is a severe mistress
oh spring's warmer climes
the hours of sunlit glee
shall lift the spirits
so mirthfully
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
H-Hail! Hail! Hail!
A-All cuddly aquiline butterflies
L-Limbered and croon
I-In the midst of Eden
M-Mirthfully like the hallowed angels
A-And soar high beneath the curled clouds
H-Happily the withered grass and flowers
A-Awoken,and laid out their hearts
I-Imperil before the rays at sunshine
L-Languidly,to ink modish Ballads
E-Eulogizing thy charm,thy steam and thy wit
Y-Yes! Yes! Together the whole universe yodelled for thee
Halima Hailey
©Historian E.Lexano
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
oh come sing a song
a song for me
oh come sing a song
one with a sweet melody
sing your song of flowers
adorning the meadow's lea
sing of their pretty colors
so mirthfully
oh come sing a song
a song for me
oh come sing a song
one with a sweet melody
sing your song of rainbows
arching the skies in lovely canopies
sing of their joyous hues
in a tone so happy
oh come sing a song
a song for me
oh come sing a song
one with a sweet melody
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
That fire, how slowly it's now been dying
Away, which mirthfully hitherto blazed--
When first love was freshly flaming
In the heart of those newly hitched!
For their peat's become cold with friction,
So their hearth's running out of affection.
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 1:02 AM UTC
Elven pipers gather and play at the foot of Dawn , ice sickle wind chimes begin to sound !
Gray clouds and brown leaves begin to swirl together as Twinkle Sugarbells mirthfully shakes the 'Snow Globe of Winter ..'
Couples bundled up with green coats , red scarves and brown mittens !
Smiling youngsters ride toboggans down snow encrusted hills !
Hot chocolate and warm cinnamon milk dabs a rosy glow on young faces !
Ordinary forest and backyards turn into magical places !
Snowmen pop up in every yard just like magic with sweater button eyes , Oak branch hands and Pine straw mustaches .
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
Douglas Firs shudder beneath a Northern breeze , deliver tall shadows to her earthly recipient as songbirds mirthfully awaken .. Light in reluctant travel across frozen brown grass , a once boastful Sun rendered mute and restrained ..
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
she is attired
in colors of glee
that lift the spirits
so mirthfully
she is the perfumery
of a Parisian park
her florid air
makes for the tones
of a singing lark
tis a pleasantry
to have her
company
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
sometimes I wonder if it's you who is lost or if it is I
tied to each other by spider silk
as delicate as a whisper
as strong as a promise (or whiskey)
our laughter booms forth
as loud as the trucks rambling off the freeway
as pure as the water we consume
our limbs entwined in sheets peppered with dog hair
endless stories fall from your lips
a boy not yet a man
a man with the heart of a boy
of far off lands, of another world
your eyes sparkle secretively
devilishly, mirthfully, wondrously
you lips curl cloyingly
slyly, impishly, lovingly
conjuring ways to trouble and adore me
if only tonight could last forever
there will be no other like it
tendrils of marlboro blends cling to the air
permeating the drawers, the walls, the sheets
and underneath it all
a heady fragrance burns and smolders
i fish for my lessons of you
in sleepless nights, in strength
measured in casts of iron
of release, acceptance, presence
the snow has melted with the rush of rain
permafrost given way to daffodils
how time slips away when i'm with you
let it be.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
Richard played his violin.
Softly granting music place,
It calmed his nerves, made anxiety hide.
Where war raged, song assuaged.
John's axe tinged an affirmation,
As did Kevin's righteous sword,
Albert strummed a longing chord,
Wishing to be a beloved singularity,
Betwixt Christopher and Richard playing mirthfully,
Admist a crowd of lightened hearts,
Those centermost melodies freed from fear,
Would dance around an apple tree,
Composed of just us three.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
country girl
toddled back home.
sepia leaves traced behind her
tumbling on the flaccid, dusty loam.
country girl
in her licorice colored boots
daydreamed at the piebald trees
rotting from their roots.
country girl
dancing in auburn checkered dress
sprinted home mirthfully
looking like a mess.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
In the motion of waiting, my inside rot.
In the action of breathing, the air grows hot.
And in the patience of watching fools after fools
None dared to reach and claw on my skin.
To swore off touch aside from the skin my fingers hold.
To swore off hearts aside from mine that beats within me.
I fear I do not crave for human flesh anymore.
I am my own temple and my own worshipper.
Mirthfully to celebrate of choosing to celibate—
The liberation of the hunger that consumes me.
Perhaps, this is the love I was meant to find.
To beat alone in this world filled with others—
Unrhythmically, matching no ones rhythm but my own.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 6:34 AM UTC
Furtive, fleeing eyes
Secretive without disguise
Say naught, and nor
Will they— say, fleeting lore
Upon lore upon lashes
Strung— say, sweet clashes
Of arrows’ white delights
Unsung, into the brown nights
Preserved— where thought may not
Blood and shudder, where touch may not
—In seas dark
Where black moons talk
Of soft wars, and where they await
And await
Some familiar sly bells
Where a gaze intricate dwells
A stilling tether—
Then twisting together—
Breath at leisure, time at leisure—
Whenever, whenever! Wherever!
Clinging—
And ringing,
A dance so sure!
Flush, and rush, a trance so pure!
Oh, talk and talk
A lark and a hawk
Wave at rest, beat and bird at rest—
Parting, then—
and filled a chest with breathing unrest.
Then slide away—swift, your way
And I too, scuttling astray
Eyes their secrets mirthfully keep
Yet leap on star from star; and too deep seep
And tug and tug
Wild seas— wild tug—
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 11:44 AM UTC