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Joy

Can it be true,
Life can be brighter
To me
With me
For me again?
Can I share
My
Happiness
Sadness
again?
Can a generous hand
Stretch to me
From no where
And support me
With honest
Affection
That I dreamt
Of since infancy?

Jeddah,

2007

poem by Nadia Abduljabbar
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Perpetual Happiness

It must not be true
that we are seeking
perpetual happiness.

For happiness filled
the space between sadness
and it is to sadness
we owe our next engagement
with happiness.

You see, sadness is the frame
and happiness- its painting.

(Jember, East Java-Indonesia/November 12th,2007)

poem by Ave Lilik
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Happiness And Sadness

Happiness what is it, is it love,
or is it just another sound, another word,
happiness is just another thing,
happiness is just another thing to believe in,

Happiness is only for those who deserve,
those who do not won't get the happiness,
those who are happy I pity them,
they know nothing, nothing about this world,

Happiness is evil, we may not see this,
but its true, happiness is evil in so many ways,
happiness is a disguise for the true world,
the hard, cold, hard loving world we live in today,

Happiness is the only feeling you think you want,
I know it isn't I know the dark secrets of the emotion,
I know its hidden secrets, I know its every lying lies,
happiness so cold and unfair to those who don't have it,

my only emotion I take for granted is sadness,
I find this emotion deep, profound, yet enlightening,
sadness so cold and envious is so true,
the sadness is what we need on this world,

sadness is the true world happiness isn't,
the decision is your, live a dream or live reality,
i'm living reality and i'm in the sadness,
the cold, dark, alone, cruel, all alone sadness....

poem by Richard Belis
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To Be Sisters Dedicated to Elvira North & Willa Blackwell

Dear Sister, You are close, to my heart
It's been that way from the very start
On you, I can always depend
Your support, you always lend You always have time to share
And let me know you care
I could never find a closer friend
When problems arise, we always mend We have a rare bond of affection
In you, I feel a source of protection
Sister, always share your life with me,
And lend your support to me.

poem by Laura Hall
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Any Street In Any Town

Look down any street
in any town across the land
at the rows of houses there.
Then you begin to wonder
what memories each house shares.
Some of happiness
where dreams have come true.
Some are of sadness
where lives have been hurt by pain.
Some with tragic stories
they never want to share again.
Each house will have many stories
of the individuals whom lived there.
Each story will be different
from all the rest.
Each leave memories
in every room they slept.
Their stories are unending
as new families come along.

22 November 2007

poem by David Harris
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Soap

you wish i were true
to every word i wrote in my poems
like sadness
that i must be sad when my poems
talk about sadness

like separation and disgust and pain
that i must suffer
with the poems i write that i must have despair
and pain too
and disgust
for every word of disgust written in every word
in every line

how cruel of you
how cruel of truth
how can i justify my death when i speak only of death
and in the very poem
where i write the word
death

there is soap
there is this box of untruths in pandora and when i open it
they must spread and you may refuse to believe
me again

but it would be very cruel of you
to make these poems
all these poems be my life my only life
and lived
and day by day lived in accordance with the
mouths of these poems

empathy
is the word, it is like i am putting my feet in another person's
shoes

then i write, and i could have written about this word: happiness
joy, bliss
ecstasy, light, and amazing glory

i choose not to,
i think, i have too much of it, and i do not share it for now
there is no necessity
and i cannot really help

with so much loneliness and sadness out there
with them i stretch my hands to hold them and feel them
and they all become

myself. it is not soap then, and there are no bubbles in the skies
there is no child playing amazed by the bubbles that burst and by the
bubbles that

are so abundant.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Last night I dreamt of you

Last night I dreamt of you
The sky was white and blue
Flapping your wings you flew
Towards me shining with love
that was honest and true

Dreams are born out of imagination
They also spring out of need
Sometimes they are fired by desire
Mine was probably triggered
by your presence in my moments

Last night I dreamt of you
You gazed at me and smiled
Flew past me by the sea sand
Stretching out your hand
Calling out my name
again, again and again
I wondered if it will rain

My imagination of you
Is completely brand new
My need for you
Is that we pair up as twos
My nightly dreamly desire
Is that you light up my fire

I can see you clearly
As you kiss me mildly
I can hear your heart pound
In rythm with the sea wave sounds
Ochestrating the right motions
Hence you get a promotion
to my private love ocean

Last night I dreamt of you
I wish dreams come true
It is funny
Everyone says that too

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Happiness... what is it?

what happiness is actually..
when somebody said.. happiness is when u get your first date..
but I said NO..
we would feel happy
if only we had date with no fight for nothing untill the end...

what happiness is actually..
when somebody said.. happiness is when u get married..
but i said NO..
we are really feel the full of happiness
if only we could keep that feel until we die with our couple...

for the third times I ask:
what happiness is actually...
having child.. somebody said..
yes of course I said..
having child is one of happiness..
but is getting to be deep of sadness..
if only the child is not us anymore...

then... what happiness is actually...
I said for the last time:
happiness is sadness...
happiness is badness...
happiness is madness...
because happiness
is sure will bring us
to the sadness.. badness.. even madness...

poem by Omy Istibsyarah
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Art of Share

Food of soul, wave of smile
Kiss of dream, fire of will
Cry of happiness, feather of hope
Share a part of your emotion

To family, to stranger
To lover, to flamer
To the superstar, to the poor
Share a part of your affection

Bedtime story, respect recipe
Hidden plea, open sea
Living fantasy, world sympathy
Share a part of your thought

With sincerity, with motivation
With sacrifice, with self proof
With energy, with goody
Share a part of your own

Long experience, piece of friendship
Faith support, courageous words
Inspiration window, freedom way
Share a part of your action

From similarity, from difference
From the joy, from the pain
From your favor, from your lack
Share a part of your strength

Because we need somebody else
Because we want to make them happy
Because we could learn to be better
O parent, teach kindness to the children well!

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Twin

Happiness is the hidden status
Of expressed sadness
It is the same source
From where happiness
And sadness originate.

Deep sadness enables one
To absorb deep happiness

The drink pot which kisses your lips
Once suffered the fire of potter

Its a game of space and time
Like light and darkness
Sadness and happiness live live together
But expresses in different time.

poem by Devil Poet
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Acquire someone.

There are venues for you to be happy.
Happiness shines if someone shares it.
It is for you no more happiness but sore
If no one comes forward to share it.
13.02.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Each Life

Each life needs some sunshine
To take away blue and grey days

Each life needs some happiness
To offset the sadness that comes along

Each life needs an amount of laughter
To take away any tears that might fall

Each life needs some loving
To show that someone really cares

Each life need them all
Come winter, spring, summer, and fall

(15 April 2007)

poem by David Harris
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There Is This Sadness That Brings......

there is this sadness that i want
to give to you
but of course, you shall not accept it

for who is foolish enough
to welcome sadness when all hopes
of our humanity are pinned
on happiness?

but there is this sadness that makes us silent
and responsible upon our own shoulders
there is this sadness that makes us
fully human, and fully alive,
there is this sadness that brings you literature
and poetry
and then all those fame and fortune that you
have been seeking
there is this sadness which has another consequence
the purification of the soul
the everlasting happiness

shall you not take it now?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thank You, My Darling

Thank you for giving my life meaning,
But even more for making our life possible.
Since we met, I have never felt alone.
Happiness is knowing that you are close by.

Your presence has made this house a home.
Ceilings, walls and floors are not bound
By nails and cement as much as by your love.
Paint and adornments are lifeless
Without the warmth of your presence.

Thank you for being your wonderful self
And being so generous to share life with me.
My only regret is that each passing year
With you at my side seems to rush faster.
My joy is that forever we will share life.
For this wonder I will always be grateful.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Last Night I Dreamt Your Perfume

Last night I dreamt your perfume
While I held you in my hand
Last night I dreamt your perfume
You will never understand
The way you make me feel
The promise that you give
Last night I dreamt your perfume
Lost in those dreams I live

Last night I dreamt your perfume
Arched fingers cupped your breast
Last night I dreamt your perfume
Felt your warm breath brush my chest
With gel coat slide I gripped you
Sensation through my veins
Last night I dreamt your perfume
She who bears no name

Last night I dreamt your perfume
Your body meshed with mine
Last night I dreamt your perfume
A guilty pleasure, sweet, sublime
Quiet by my pillow
Your touch I never feel
Last night I dreamt your perfume
This morning, wished you real

poem by Bill Smith
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Fading In And Out

fading in and out like the colors of a painting
but if i were a painting
my happiness and love for life would forever be enternal
but life amongst us humans
well we see things from a different point of view
what does it take to have pure happiness?
many people say it's caused by the love and support from 1's family
i say it's all on you.
as your life gets harder may you fulfill more then you can imagine
to grasp pure happiness
you must find your true self

poem by Gregg TswagoII
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The Mind's Polarities

It’s said – and so it seems to be –
that when the individual mind
emerges from that place where mind
rests, perfect, and in unity with all things to be known –
in that place, which is; within us, and without us:

that in that moment, as the mind expands,
and as its sphere within expands to match that sphere without,
polarities arise; such axis as may join them
to lie hidden and forgot; instead we see
all as remotenesses, that grow ever more the farther;

and then – the aweful nature of the human lie –
name them ‘opposites’… and in that step,
a further one, ‘duality’…

and so, condemn ourselves to fruitless life
where, across the vast mind’s sphere,
sadness – let’s say – sees, far off, that pure happiness -
too far, too far, to be within its reach…
and happiness, seeing far off, sadness, seeks in pleasure
to keep its distance…and so, the balance swings,
the world wags, and the mind knows only restlessness…

and knows, desire… how we forget,
we could not know desire, but that we knew
what desire desires; what’s missing in our world;
sadness, knowing the happiness; what would sadness be
without its knowing, in full, its happiness? ..

if we but saw desire as grace; looked at it with clear eye;
we might see, lurking there within,
beyond the warnings of its waywardness,
that holy thing that yearns alway for onefulness…

and as we have departed,
then by grace, so we return;
find by that third perfect point;
that eye that sees, from its eternal home,
duality to resolve in unity..
and all absolved, we’re absolute..

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this, by mine own hand… writ
in a deep yearning sadness;
sadness that would fain convince itself
that happiness, this morning, is too distant; so, then,
to abide in sorrowed sadness…

and yet, there are strange joys,
where sadness meets all other things, in duty and in law;
speaks of all things in some strange disguise;
finds its heart, where heart it never sought;

and so, if words may do
what words should do, I name this poem’s end
its true beginning: name it now,
dedicating it, to truth and joy, and to myself:
A Poem in Praise of Happiness.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The happiness

The happiness

It's not easy to feel so happy every day
and not easy to full in it
It's came just for a moment
And we must know the sadness
to feel in it
No life without happiness
And there is no way to run away from the sadness
It's the rules of life: day for you
And day on you
some persons smile when they in the middle of war
Just to make the happiness
The happiness it's the important thing to complete our life

Sarah Hamid

poem by Sarah Hamid
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Are You Sad?

You sound so sad,
Are you really

Sad?

Is your garden
Without any

Flower?

I am sad.

You doubt the sound
Of
My sadness?

What does
Sadness really
Sound

Like?

Does it sound like
A seagull’s journey
Along soundless
Stream on a

A dimming orange
Sunset, at the
Sea’s
Horizon

Homeward bound
Alone?

Is sadness in
True sadness
Sound at

All?

Is sadness not the
Maimed mouth
& death of the

Tongue?

The sound of my sadness
Is the sound of your
Sadness

You read me
In between
Some lines
In that imaginary
Phrase

Perhaps if you look for
Some flowers, or
Even a single flower
In-there
You may find it
If you really
Insists

But
You have to put
The flower
Yourself
Out-there

Sowing the seed
Of sensitivities

Who knows
If later, happiness
Grows
Like some unwanted
Weeds &

They would be many,

Not just one.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Did You Experience The Hands Of Time?

the hands of time
could be the hands of my lover
there is no rush
nothing is as quick as happiness
that savors itself
slowly in the taste buds of
imbibing
love and affection
caress and not duress

on the other hand
the hands of time can be the hands of the master
to a slave
whipping and humiliating
forcefully putting furrows in our foreheads
breaking bones and overusing cartilages
till they break
as they stretch beyond the limits
of their elasticity

it all depends on you
you are the master of your own universe
make time your ally
your best friend
let it go gently over your heart
let it love you
and time with you
is the air that you breathe
savored by your nostrils
happiness and life to the
roots of your lungs.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A List Of What To Expect

This is a list
Of what to expect
From me to you
With love and respect

I owe you an ear
Because you always pay attention
I owe you a shoulder
Because on yours lies my affection
I owe you a hand
You always help me out
I owe you advice
Of that there’s no doubt

I owe you respect
Of that you’re full
I owe you trust
With my secrets you are cool
I owe you knowledge
You have taught me so much
I owe you love
Deep in my heart, you’ve touched

I owe you a friend
Who is honest and true
I owe you my life
Because of what you still do

poem by Ashleigh Gaffney
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