Laugh at life as life laughs at me hold not onto anger but forgive understand life is short - time runs out there is no room for resentment let love fill my heart and hate will find no space each day find time to laugh to dance to sing to rejoice
This is beautiful. It is a real and true way of living that if done right would give us a world without war, a world filled with smiles and joy and peace.
Happiness is my past as a vagabond carrying my life on my back with my lover at my side making love under the open sky which was my home
Happiness is the smell of fresh cut grass the sound of a full blown symphony the touch of newborn baby skin the taste if raspberries right off the bush the sight sunrise on a beautiful day
Happiness is hoping for tomorrow waiting Christmas coming knowing I have hugs and kisses on the way planting a garden and hoping it grows watching for birds and butterflies all summer long
I believe life is the beginning of tomorrow thoughts that roam through our minds, randomly pleasure, romance, sex warm caresses on my naked body tiny hands that take mine and lead the way then watch me use the toilet life follows me everywhere life is to do, to play, to transform, to revel in miracles life sends us on journeys of wonder of cloud behavior and earth maneuvers filled with magic and resolution if only we believe...
Yes, this one has that edge I was talking about. Not overly fond of the last line, maybe even the last two. IMMHO it should end on "of cloud behavior and earth maneuvers."
I just have to say that I love, love, love the two lines: tiny hands that take mine and lead the ways/then watch me use the toilet. Too sweet and so interesting as a kind of metaphor as well.
Hello Victoria, I am sorry but I do not agree with you. I think of edge as having a razors edge and none of my poems have such sharpness as this. I like my last two lines.
Victoria, I went through every poem that I contributed thus far and I cannot find anything that resembles this "edge" that you speak of. I wish you would explain what you mean by "edge".
Maybe "edge" is the wrong word but I'm not sure what would be the right word. To me, you write about "real life," sometimes living that life on the edge. In this poem, you move away from the "sweetness" and into "edginess" talking about love and sex and moving to talking about a child following you to the bathroom. Wandering around the "edges" of convention. Not a "razor's edge."
Happiness is rainbows spinning from a crystal in the sun, drenching the walls with color, lifting my heart higher, higher. Happiness is knowing I am loved by the one I love with all my heart who makes my being sing and dance. Happiness is now, here, and how the affirmation that all is well resounds within me, regardless, knowing proof is nothing but alcohol content. Happiness is knowing the sun will rise even if behind clouds, it will be there and the rainbows will sooner or later splash the walls of my room with joy.
Another old one. We have April coming though. I must start writing.
EACH YEAR I PASS THE DAY I WILL DIE
Tree covered mountains burst with round baby spring cheeks mature to smooth, dense, deep green of full-grown summer, Leaf colors change, gradual falling of autumn. Jagged snowy branches show wrinkles of winter. I think of my gray hair, soft middle-aged body, grateful I do not live the whole cycle each year.
I realize I have a problem with line 5. Weird because this is an old poem. All the other lines are six syllables. That one is 12 but won't break at 6. Oh well...
Masterful poem! I am so impressed. It makes me really think, too, saying so much in so little that the unfolding of it reminds me of a fan or of a Sutra, that spins out its meanings from a minimal few lines. Five Stars and a big Hooray!
Here is a short poem I wrote recently, will also write for the prompt as stated. I like the suggestion. Thanks, Paul!
ReplyDeleteAge Is An Illusion
Age is an illusion
chronology a ruler
that measures moments, not time
years, not laughter or tears.
Age is of the heart
and sometimes mind.
Grains of time are threshed
into the bread of life
the chaff flies away
with our laughter.
Tasha Halpert
This is part of the attitude that in my opinion is responsible for my inner happiness. More to come. looking forward to seeing others' ideas.
DeleteI like this poem a lot!!! I especially loved "Grains of time are threshed into the bread of life". That is an awesome line!!!
DeleteMany thanks! I appreciate you!
DeleteI love the metaphor throughout the poem, especially where it ends, "the chaff flies away / with our laughter."
DeleteOh many thanks to you for your comment. It is an honor to have you say such kind words.
DeleteLaugh at life as life laughs at me
ReplyDeletehold not onto anger but forgive
understand life is short - time runs out
there is no room for resentment
let love fill my heart
and hate will find no space
each day find time to laugh
to dance to sing to rejoice
This is beautiful. It is a real and true way of living that if done right would give us a world without war, a world filled with smiles and joy and peace.
DeleteYes, Yes, Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!! True words, Bonnie and righteous ones!
DeleteThis sounds like a prayer, especially line 2. And yes, we all need to "find time to laugh / to dance to sing to rejoice"
DeleteHappiness is my past as a vagabond
ReplyDeletecarrying my life on my back
with my lover at my side
making love under the open sky
which was my home
Happiness is the smell of fresh cut grass
the sound of a full blown symphony
the touch of newborn baby skin
the taste if raspberries right off the bush
the sight sunrise on a beautiful day
Happiness is hoping for tomorrow
waiting Christmas coming
knowing I have hugs and kisses on the way
planting a garden and hoping it grows
watching for birds and butterflies all summer long
this is sweet and lovely and I felt peace and love just reading it. beautifully written.
DeleteNot as edgy as some of your poems, but as Bonnie said, "sweet and lovely." I keep waiting for a picture of Snoopy for some reason. LOL.
Deleteyep he should be doing his happy dance :-)
DeleteI believe life is
ReplyDeletethe beginning of tomorrow
thoughts that roam through our minds, randomly
pleasure, romance, sex
warm caresses on my naked body
tiny hands that take mine and lead the way
then watch me use the toilet
life follows me everywhere
life is to do, to play, to transform, to revel in miracles
life sends us on journeys of wonder
of cloud behavior and earth maneuvers
filled with magic and resolution
if only we believe...
this one made me smile and laugh and yes... believe!
DeleteOh special, special poem. How loving is this!
DeleteYes, this one has that edge I was talking about. Not overly fond of the last line, maybe even the last two. IMMHO it should end on "of cloud behavior and earth maneuvers."
DeleteI just have to say that I love, love, love the two lines: tiny hands that take mine and lead the ways/then watch me use the toilet. Too sweet and so interesting as a kind of metaphor as well.
DeleteHello Victoria, I am sorry but I do not agree with you. I think of edge as having a razors edge and none of my poems have such sharpness as this. I like my last two lines.
DeleteVictoria, I went through every poem that I contributed thus far and I cannot find anything that resembles this "edge" that you speak of. I wish you would explain what you mean by "edge".
DeleteMaybe "edge" is the wrong word but I'm not sure what would be the right word. To me, you write about "real life," sometimes living that life on the edge. In this poem, you move away from the "sweetness" and into "edginess" talking about love and sex and moving to talking about a child following you to the bathroom. Wandering around the "edges" of convention. Not a "razor's edge."
Deletehi bonnie and linda. it's paul from England. just a test message to see if this is working.
ReplyDeleteHi Paul, Glad you made it to the site. good for you! Nice to see you here. Hope you read some of the nice poems people write here and comment on them.
Deleteit's working...lol... it's high time you joined in the dance... :-)
DeleteHello Paul, I'm Linda and Bonnie's "little sister" Victoria. Welcome! I look forward to reading your poetry.
DeleteHi Paul!! Nice to see you here. Hope to read a poem soon!!!
DeleteHappiness is rainbows spinning
ReplyDeletefrom a crystal in the sun,
drenching the walls with color,
lifting my heart higher, higher.
Happiness is knowing I am loved
by the one I love with all my heart
who makes my being sing and dance.
Happiness is now, here, and how
the affirmation that all is well
resounds within me, regardless, knowing
proof is nothing but alcohol content.
Happiness is knowing the sun will rise
even if behind clouds, it will be there
and the rainbows will sooner or later
splash the walls of my room with joy.
I love the line "proof is nothing but alcohol content."
DeleteThank you, I didn't originate it but I like the concept as well as the saying.
DeleteSuch beautiful color and imagery in your poem. I enjoyed it very much!!!
DeleteThank you, Linda, so much.
DeleteAs I wrote this, this is exactly what was happening and it was so special I thought ah, here's the poem for this prompt.
ReplyDeletebeautiful magical imagery
DeleteBack to old poems that fit the prompt.
ReplyDeleteFOR CERTAIN
I am uncertain what will happen
tomorrow, if I will wake up cold
or if I will want to eat breakfast.
I do not know if my car will be stolen
while I sleep or if a thief will come
through my window and steal my worthless
record albums, ancient stereo.
If I want absolute certainty,
I can not even know if the moon
will bring tides or if the sun will rise
tomorrow. "Now I lay me down to
sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep."
To hell with my soul, I want to know
things, like, will I lose my memories
when I get old? I want to know when
my heart will not hurt each time it beats,
and if my lover loves me, flawed,
yet capable of love for him, flawed
as he is also. I can protect
myself from many things, club on my
steering wheel, burglar alarm at home.
I can put a gun under my head,
a condom on my lover's cock, but
I wear nothing to protect my heart.
I leave my windows open at night.
I need the breeze over my naked
body. I'll take my chances with thieves.
Brrr! Interesting ideas here. And very vivid thoughts. Wow, fierce one!
DeleteThe imagery excites and stimulates my mind. I enjoyed your poem very much.
Deletepowerful emotions come through with each verse. one of those poems where I find I had been holding my breath as I read it was so intense.
DeleteAnother old one. We have April coming though. I must start writing.
ReplyDeleteEACH YEAR I PASS THE DAY I WILL DIE
Tree covered mountains burst
with round baby spring cheeks
mature to smooth, dense, deep
green of full-grown summer,
Leaf colors change, gradual falling of autumn.
Jagged snowy branches
show wrinkles of winter.
I think of my gray hair,
soft middle-aged body,
grateful I do not live
the whole cycle each year.
excellent comparison of nature and the human body! and the last two lines say it all. enjoyed
DeleteI realize I have a problem with line 5. Weird because this is an old poem. All the other lines are six syllables. That one is 12 but won't break at 6. Oh well...
Deletelove it! awesome imagery... have to admit the last two lines made me chuckle.
DeleteMasterful poem! I am so impressed. It makes me really think, too, saying so much in so little that the unfolding of it reminds me of a fan or of a Sutra, that spins out its meanings from a minimal few lines. Five Stars and a big Hooray!
ReplyDelete