A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy.
quote by Thomas Carlyle
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The Journey From School And To School
O what a joyous joyous day
Is that on which we come
At the recess from school away,
Each lad to his own home!
What though the coach is crammëd full,
The weather very warm;
Think you a boy of us is dull,
Or feels the slightest harm?
The dust and sun is life and fun;
The hot and sultry weather
A higher zest gives every breast,
Thus jumbled all together.
Sometimes we laugh aloud, aloud,
Sometimes huzzah, huzzah.
Who is so buoyant, free, and proud
As we home travellers are?
But sad, but sad is every lad
That day on which we come,
That last last day on which away
We all come from our home.
The coach too full is found to be;
Why is it crammëd thus?
Now every one can plainly see
There's not half room for us.
Soon we exclaim, O shame, O shame,
This hot and sultry weather,
Who but our master is to blame
Who packed us thus together!
Now dust and sun does every one
Most terribly annoy;
Complaints begun, soon every one
Elbows his neighbour boy.
Not now the joyous laugh goes round,
We shout not now huzzah;
A sadder group may not be found
Than we returning are.
poem by Charles Lamb
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Gratefully And Affectionately Inscribed To Joel Chandler Harris
_You who to the rounded prime_
_Of a life of toil and stress_,
_Still have kept the morning-time_
_Of glad youth in heart and spirit_,
_So your laugh, as children hear it_,
_Seems their own, no less_,--
_Take this book of childish rhyme_--
_The Book of Joyous Children_.
_Their first happiness on earth_
_Here is echoed--their first glee_:
_Rich, in sooth, the volume's worth_--
_Not in classic lore, but rich in_
_The child-sagas of the kitchen_;--
_Therefore, take from me_
_To your heart of childish mirth_
_The Book of Joyous Children_.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Marcus
I am joyous today because,
I have given birth to a son for my husband;
For he who is called Marcus is very glad today.
Of the shades of yellow, brown, green and red;
Of the shades of black, white, blue and orange;
I am very joyous today because of you Marcus.
Of the laborious process,
In Medieval and Byzantine times;
Today i have given birth to a son for my husband.
Of the fruits, vases, butterflies, birds, animals and the landscapes;
Of the love, peace, care, kindness, hope, and the dreams;
For he who is callled Marcus is very glad today.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Joyous And Exhilarated By Factories
I am keen, exhilarated by commanders so joyous,
Transported by ecstasy, and honeymooned by success,
The extreme weather carries a piquancy much desired
For the human heart and lungs, the organs of ravishment.
Raw success is cunning, it is keen as I am,
I am fortunate to reacquire it, so reactants are joyous,
May the felicity and joy be cylinders of love,
To construct and fuel the factories of real snugness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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eight Sisters
--EIGHT SISTERS--
When I was very little
And Mama's sisters gathered round
All the serious talk would go
As joyous laughter would resound.
With every woman talking
Loud laughter would erupt....
All the men would run for quiet
When their ears had had enough.
I'm not sure where it came from
For their parents, I didn't know,
But I was very happy
With their joyous laughter show.
And now those laughs are quiet
As all eight sisters now have passed,
But I bet God was really smiling
As He waited upon the last.
Because their joyous laughter
Brings smiles to all who hear,
And I know, up there in Heaven....
They are thought of very dear.......
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
6-1-06
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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The best way of removing negativity is to laugh and be joyous.
quote by David Icke
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The Book Of Joyous Children
Bound and bordered in leaf-green,
Edged with trellised buds and flowers
And glad Summer-gold, with clean
White and purple morning-glories
Such as suit the songs and stories
Of this book of ours,
Unrevised in text or scene,--
The Book of Joyous Children.
Wild and breathless in their glee--
Lawless rangers of all ways
Winding through lush greenery
Of Elysian vales--the viny,
Bowery groves of shady, shiny
Haunts of childish days.
Spread and read again with me
The Book of Joyous Children.
What a whir of wings, and what
Sudden drench of dews upon
The young brows, wreathed, all unsought,
With the apple-blossom garlands
Of the poets of those far lands
Whence all dreams are drawn
Set herein and soiling not
The Book of Joyous Children.
In their blithe companionship
Taste again, these pages through,
The hot honey on your lip
Of the sun-smit wild strawberry,
Or the chill tart of the cherry;
Kneel, all glowing, to
The cool spring, and with it sip
The Book of Joyous Children.
As their laughter needs no rule,
So accept their language, pray.--
Touch it not with any tool:
Surely we may understand it,--
As the heart has parsed or scanned it
Is a worthy way,
Though found not in any School
The Book of Joyous Children.
Be a truant--know no place
Of prison under heaven's rim!
Front the Father's smiling face--
Smiling, that _you_ smile the brighter
For the heavy hearts made lighter,
Since you smile with Him.
Take--and thank Him for His grace--
The Book of Joyous Children.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Everlasting Hope
Beautiful is my love and,
I am from the joyous dreamland;
I lost my hope and you found me,
You are my everlasting hope.
Beautiful is my love and,
I am from the joyous dreamland;
I sold my heart and you bought it back,
You are my everlasting hope.
I was sold and lost,
But never forgotten in your mind;
Beautiful is my love and,
I am from the joyous dreamland.
Your are so great! Whiter than snow;
My everlasting hope,
You are so kind to me.
I sold my mind and you bought it back,
You all that i need in times like this;
You are so great! The desire of my heart;
You are so great my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sentinels In Green
Leaves a dancing.
Sentinels in green.
They cascade down the hill
An emerald waterfall.
Oak, ash, beech,
A joyous blending,
A whispering chorus.
Flirting in the wind,
This gossiping canopy.
Glorying in the sun.
Set deep in black earth
They know no boundaries.
Do not fight for their scraps of earth.
A perfect synthesis, harmonius,
Joyous to behold.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Love's Unrequited Paradoxicity
Love of the unrequited type...
Ah! How paradoxical it be!
Even more paradoxical
Than that of the returned type...
return to me my boomerang
if ironic paradox be
bring on your wings an offering
return to set this captive free
Love is love whether returned or not.
It gives all meaning to life,
But when not returned
It drives us into insanity!
Constantly contemplating
Upon what may or may not be...
provide a reason, supply a rhyme
keep despair exiled forever
to hearts a breathe of gentle clime
elixir to heart's endeavour
If you have not experienced
This type of love,
This unrequited love
Then you shall not understand
The joyous part.
You will think it all tragic.
But there is a joyous part!
you freely give from joyous grace
once prisoner of love withheld
escape on wings of kiss' embrace
receive twin souls, tender fire meld
Love is love whether returned or not.
my need reaches to the heavens
despaired reply from there to find
where is that spark this chest quickens
love without truth is love unkind
Whether that person feels the same or not,
I still love her, and to have someone
That I love so much,
Brings certain joy unto me...
But certain grief to not recieve the love in return...
It is the most tragic grief
And the most joyous joy
At the same time!
Love, paradox of paradoxes!
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Educating Ignorance
Educating ignorance
is a full on
lifetime task.
A joyous
not grave
responsibility
to raise
to expand the consciousness
of an entire world.
To perpetuate
human survival
on a higher
cosmic level
attaining joyous existence
sustainability.
Reverent
collective will
exalting
individual freedom
outgrow need to dominate
pristine nature.
Outgrowing need
to dominate
energy sources
all human incarnations
conceived revered as
sacred sites evolving.
Life a joyous exaltation
not a grave
restrained responsibility.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in September 1999 on the 30.9.99.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing
I SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches;
Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves of dark
green,
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself;
But I wonder'd how it could utter joyous leaves, standing alone
there, without its friend, its lover near--for I knew I could
not;
And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and
twined around it a little moss,
And brought it away--and I have placed it in sight in my room;
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,
(For I believe lately I think of little else than of them;)
Yet it remains to me a curious token--it makes me think of manly
love; 10
For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana,
solitary, in a wide flat space,
Uttering joyous leaves all its life, without a friend, a lover, near,
I know very well I could not.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Laugh
Love laughed at you and made you blue
Now heres what you should do
Well laugh, though your heart is breaking in two
Yeah laugh, dont let them know he hurt you
Well laugh and pretend true love will come again
Yeah laugh, laugh and laugh
Laugh, though the one you love is really gone
Yeah laugh, even though youll be alone
Yeah laugh and pretend true love will come again
Yeah laugh, laugh and laugh
Well let me hear you laugh now
Though its hard, so hard for you to do
Laugh with me, cos you see
Ive been there too
Well laugh and pretend true love will come again
Yeah laugh and believe its not the end
Yeah laugh like a clown
Dont let your heart break down
Yeah laugh, laugh and laugh
Love laughed, its true
But look at you
Now youre laughing too
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The Green Thing
A joyous city of love,
I will weep bitterly for your love my sweet one;
But be patience with me to satisfy you with my love,
For the green thing was missing last night.
Be very patience with me and let me satisfy you with my love,
For i am now in your joyous city of love;
And like the windows of heaven directly opened towards us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Nostalgic Christmas
I heard an old old Christmas song
sung by grandma on Christmas eve.
It wasn't in good stanzas long,
but it did the joyous times retrieve.
It gladdened my heart which did grieve
over all I thought I'd done wrong,
and could not annually achieve.
It did convey emotions strong
of joyous moments to relive:
Modest gifts, traditional meals
and the sweet scent of warmth that heals.
Contented in want we all shared
whilst our affections showed we cared.
All on our humble home converged,
in living rooms hardly enlarged.
To drink and eat cheap wine and food,
in unrivaled ecstasy and mood.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (13 December 2015)
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I Just Wanna Be Happy
I wanna midnight rendezvous
I wanna give my love to you
I wanna make my dreams come true
I just wanna be happy
I wanna dance the whole night through
I wanna smell the flowers too
I wanna feel like lovers do
I just wanna be happy
I'm dancin' and#8216;cause I feel good inside
I got the feelin' that money just can't buy
I may be dreaming or is it my reality
I'm a believer and believe I'm free
I can be happy because I want to be
don't need nobody to say what's right or wrong for me
I wanna midnight rendezvous
I wanna give my love to you
I wanna make my dreams come true
I just wanna be happy
I wanna dance the whole night through
I wanna smell the flowers too
I wanna feel like lovers do
I just wanna be happy
I'm moving to where I wanna go
feelin' the rhythm lettin' my body flow
made a decision to control my destiny
don't wanna sit back watchin' life pass by me
I wanna get up you know I gotta fly
won't ever give up until I'm happy joyous and free
I wanna midnight rendezvous
I wanna give my love to you
I wanna make my dreams come true
I just wanna be happy
I wanna dance the whole night through
I wanna smell the flowers too
I wanna feel like lovers do
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy joyous and free
happy
song performed by by Gloria Estefan from Gloria!
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Emma
When I close my eyes I can still feel the gentleness of her touch.
I can even feel the warmth of her breath.
I remember looking deep into her eyes,
and wondering what mystery they hold.
She has such a joyous laugh. It makes me smile every time I think of it.
Now, I have only spoken to her once or twice, but from those conversations I have fell in love. And I know one day she’ll feel the same.
By the way the name of the woman who has stolen my heart is;
Emma.
Her Laugh Divine
Ah, her laughter known to many
Though they know not what it is
to hear it by the innocent suitor
Happiness never known before
Till she laughs in her tone
the tone of her laugh divine
It's the tone of the lovers happy in life
it's the tone of the angel who passed from mankind
It's the tone of nature in the fall and the spring
It's the tone of perfection known only to those
who's heard her laugh divine
If only but a light chuckle
if only a quiet laugh
if only heard but a moment
joy for life obtained
the joyous feeling of her laugh divine
It's the joy of those engaged to be wed
it's the joy of a life once saved
it's the joy of the parents of a newborn babe
it's the joy of the men knowing the light
it's the joy of her laugh divine
So this is the feeling
nearly an obsession
this is the feeling of love
the love known to those
those only who's heard
Who's heard her laugh divine.
To James Whitcomb Riley
On his "Book of Joyous Children"
Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers;
Joyous children delight to play there;
Weary men find rest in its bowers,
Watching the lingering light of day there.
Old-time tunes and young love's laughter
Ripple and run among the roses;
Memory's echoes, murmuring after,
Fill the dusk when the long day closes.
Simple songs with a cadence olden--
These you learned in the Forest of Arden:
Friendly flowers with hearts all golden--
These you borrowed from Eden's garden.
This is the reason why all men love you;
Truth to life is the charm of art:
Other poets may soar above you--
You keep close to the human heart.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
quote by Khalil Gibran
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