Mirth
Mirth and flexability, flexability and mirth
these are the keys to a happy life:
small care how far your face falls
if you can raise it again with a laugh.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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The Mirth
The mirth,
Obdurate your acts to see through your minds;
For i am in my mind thinking about the future!
But the sorority of the society is in trouble,
And you have to be very obdurate to take up a positive decision.
The mirth is always around us,
And the mirth is like an act of enui that puts you off the fence!
But i do think of the baccarat and the bibulous;
For my mind is always ahead of time,
And like your teacher's notes hidden in your beroom.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Laugh…….
We laugh today; we'll laugh tomorrow
Over today's joy and yesterday's sorrow
Nothing is permanent, nothing is forever
So we laugh to forget and with sorrow sever
From our happiness' mirth to laugh in play
So merry is the soul who laughs away
The pain life brings, the pain of being
Laughing till joy from pain is fleeing
To where? Our panacea of hearty laugh
I guess it's better than pain's angry wrath
Laugh…….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth.
quote by William Blake
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Most of the appearance of mirth in the world is not mirth, it is art. The wounded spirit is not seen, but walks under a disguise.
quote by Bishop Robert South
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I Want To Be Happy
I want to be happy
But I won't be happy
Till I make you happy, too
Life's really worth living
When we are mirth-giving
Why can't I give some to you?
When skies are gray
And you say you are blue
I'll send the sun smiling through
I want to be happy
But I won't be happy
Till I make you happy, too
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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11-15-09***- - I Miss Mirth
I've recently taken a long hard look
To see what's missing in this world
Things seem to be getting worse
What is making modern life so cold
Thinking back - - - what did we used to have
That made us eager to get out of bed
What did we have then
That was bouncing around in our head
I think it was the potential for mirth
I awoke expecting some joke to come
I knew a friend or my uncle would dropp by
Or I'd hear a story from an old bum
Sometimes a hobo's stories were best
He's tell us of his travels by rail
And for a nickel
Of lands he'd set sail
But each story always had a good laugh
I was expecting meriment every day
Not just on Christmas Eve
When did I lose this way
It was others making up stories
Just to get my money
Didn't create mirth
Those stories weren't funny
Whether told by my church
Or handed out as financial advice
There is no smile on my face
As I look at the resulta of the roll of modern dice
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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When There Is Faith
WHEN THERE IS FAITH
God willing with his smiling
Smooth will be the sailing
Disappear will storm soon
When a new day will bloom
When there is faith
Future will bring mirth
Have the lasting devotion
Bring it will celebration
When the wrong is done
Flames of candle will burn
To make river of life turn
In the light of shining sun
When there is faith
Future will bring mirth
Have the lasting devotion
Bring it will celebration
God willing with his loving
Life will be less frightening
Anguish of heart will vanish
Life will be a joyous parish
When there is faith
Future will bring mirth
Have the lasting devotion
Bring it will celebration
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Big Storm, The Rain Falls
The rain falls like leaves and snow.
It stutters and mutters
And bounces and flows.
The rain falls like a big black crow,
Flapping and cawing
And thrashing and crashing.
The rain falls like spades of earth
Tossed on the grave of summer mirth.
The rain falls like a magic spell:
Billions of droplets singing their songs.
The rain falls like a lover's kisses,
Wet on the flesh of the trembling earth.
The rain falls like a forest of time,
Shimmering seconds, liquid and cold.
The rain falls like an ancient story,
Trickling on roots, twisted and old.
poem by Norm Milstein
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From a King to a Clown
Now that you are no longer around,
I feel like a King without a crown
Or a clown with a happy face,
Making everybody laugh in town
But feeling lost in space
For he has been broken apart,
Just playing his part
In the big stage of life
While feeling like a hound
With a destiny he cannot defy...
You made me a king,
Enjoying the pleasure
Of your amazing kingdom,
Letting me invade your dreams
Every single night
And held my hands every day
Whether it was Winter or Spring
With the tenderness and love
Of a real Queen...
To my life, You brought light
And the mirth of a gentle dove
But suddenly, you left town
Leaving me behind
With a broken heart
And lovely memories of yesterday
And from a king, I became a clown
To make the people laugh
The day you left my town
In the name of freedom!
Now, without you,
I feel lonely and sad! ...
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Would you live a long and happy life?
cutivate mirth, compassion
and forgiveness.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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A Small Tear Falls
A small tear falls
when she was very happy,
a small tear falls
when endlessly problems came
and makes a confession
about love she has no knowledge,
and a small tear falls
poem by Gert Strydom
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Odisha’s Glory Vavroovahana Patra
Kaui samrat’s poems are ever inspiring;
Kavi Surjya’s verses are ever delighting.
Kavi Vara’s poems provide mirth;
Beauteous is Odisha’s earth.
Odisha’s poets are her glory;
With their poems she is flowery.
Vyasakavi fakiramohana is Odisha’s Glory;
With his verses Odisha is flowery.
Lord Jagannath blessth all people of Earth;
People of the world rejoice with mirth.
Savara Shreekhetra allures devotees;
Jagannath at Koraput blessth with delight.
Bay of Bengal sings the Glory of Jagannath;
He is an Ocean of mirth.
All the Deities adorn Shreekhetra;
Deities bless devotees with mirth.
Maa sarala, mangala, Bimala, Tarini smile on Odisha’s Earth;
Devotees visit with mirth.
Gupteswar blessth the devotees;
Is a perennial Brook of Delight.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Are You Happy Now?
Now, don't just walk away
Pretending everything's okay
And you don't care about me
I know it's just no use
When all your lies become your truths
And I don't care yeah yeah yeah
Chorus
Could you look me in the eye
And tell me that you're happy now?
Would you tell it to my face?
Or have I been erased
Are you happy now?
You took all there was to take
And left me with an empty plate
And you don't care about it, yeah
And I am giving up this game
And leaving you with all the blame
'Cause I don't care yeah yeah yeah
Could you look me in the eye
And tell me that you're happy now? yeah
Would you tell it to my face
Or have I been erased
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?
Do you really have everything you want?
You can never give something you ain't got
You can't run away from yourself
Chorus
Could you look me in the eye?
And tell me that your happy now?
come on tell to my face
or have i been erased
Are you happy now?
would you look me in the eye?
could you look me in the eye?
I've had all that I can take
I'm not about to break
'Cause I'm happy now
Are you happy now?
song performed by by Michelle Branch
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Song of the Zetland Fisherman
Farewell, merry maidens, to song, and to laugh,
For the brave lads of Westra are bound to the Haaf;
And we must have labour, and hunger, and pain,
Ere we dance with the maids of Dunrossness again.
For now, in our trim boats of Noroway deal,
We must dance on the waves, with the porpoise and seal
The breeze it shall pipe, so it pipe not too high,
And the gull be our songstress whene'er she flits by.
Sing on, my brave bird, while we follow, like thee,
By bank, shoal, and quicksand, the swarms of the sea;
And when twenty-score fishes are straining our line,
Sing louder, brave bird, for their spoils shall be thine.
We'll sing while we bait, and we'll sing while we haul
For the deeps of the Haaf have enough for us all:
There is torsk for the gentle, and skate for the carle,
And there's wealth for bold Magnus, the son of the earl.
Huzza! my brave comrades, give way for the Haaf,
We shall sooner come back to the dance and the laugh;
For life without mirth is a lamp without oil;
Then, mirth and long life to the bold Magnus Troil!
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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The Old Year And The New
I.
As one in sorrow looks upon
The dead face of a loyal friend,
By the dim light of New Year's dawn
I saw the Old Year end.
Upon the pallid features lay
The dear old smile--so warm and bright
Ere thus its cheer had died away
In ashes of delight.
The hands that I had learned to love
With strength of passion half divine,
Were folded now, all heedless of
The emptiness of mine.
The eyes that once had shed their bright
Sweet looks like sunshine, now were dull,
And ever lidded from the light
That made them beautiful.
II.
The chimes of bells were in the air,
And sounds of mirth in hall and street,
With pealing laughter everywhere
And throb of dancing feet:
The mirth and the convivial din
Of revelers in wanton glee,
With tunes of harp and violin
In tangled harmony.
But with a sense of nameless dread,
I turned me, from the merry face
Of this newcomer, to my dead;
And, kneeling there a space,
I sobbed aloud, all tearfully:--
By this dear face so fixed and cold,
O Lord, let not this New Year be
As happy as the old!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Happy Way
Live life laugh
Every day...
Laugh wanted every
Time each theday...
Laugh is gift
For the life
So -
Laugh for your
Mistakes and your
Funny mind working way...
Laugh is taken
The life somethy
Day today's....
Don't laugh
Another person
Life the way...
Simply laugh
And making life
Your happy way...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Fortunatus Nimium
I
I have lain in the sun,
I have toiled as I might,
I have thought as I would,
And now it is night.
II
My bed full of sleep,
My heart of content
For mirth that I met
The way that I went.
III
I welcome fatigue
While frenzy and care,
Like thin summer clouds,
Go melting in air.
IV
To dream as I may
And awake when I will,
With the song of the birds
And the sun on the hill.
V
Or death were it death,
To what should I wake,
Who loved in my home
All life for its sake?
VI
What good have I wrought?
I laugh to have learned
That joy cannot come
Unless it be earned:
VII
For a happier lot
Than God giveth me
It never hath been
Nor ever shall be.
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: IV
And thus it is. The tale I have to tell
Is such another. He who reads shall find
That which he brings to it of Heaven or Hell
For his best recompense where much is blind,
A jest--book or a sermon or mere wind,--
Each as he may,--for life's least godly mirth
Is mingled strangely here with fate unkind,
And this is a true story of the Earth.
The passionate heart of youth with its desires
Is not all noble, and some baseness clings
For ever mixed with its eternal fires,
Else were it single among human things.
And all life's wisdom learns but this last plan,
To jest at tears and weep Man's mirth and Man.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Epitaph In Berkeley Church-Yard, Gloucestershire
Here lies the Earl of Suffolk's fool,
Men call'd him Dicky Pearce;
His folly served to make folks laugh,
When wit and mirth were scarce.
Poor Dick, alas! is dead and gone,
What signifies to cry?
Dickies enough are still behind,
To laugh at by and by.
Buried, June 18, 1728, aged 63.
poem by Jonathan Swift
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The myth and the mirth
If she were mine and I, hers
How happy I would be!
It is only a myth
And yet it gives me mirth.
03.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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