The Fun is Just Starting
The fun is just starting,
So playful each can be;
Never from joy parting,
Playing so pleasurably.
Every hour is there fun,
Troubles come so early;
Carry your smile on and on,
I love happy hours dearly.
The fun is just singing,
Every phrasing of taste;
Moments joyful bringing,
Let there be none waste.
With happy hours always,
Anyway your mood is;
With plenty of entendres,
To bring out reminisce.
The Fun is just dancing,
Into the days ahead;
And the minutes enhancing,
With all what's aforesaid.
Every hour is so exciting,
When we are having a play;
And all of it absorbing,
For nothing forever will stay.
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Is All About You
1 hour unity,
2 hours peace,
3 hours playing,
4 hours sleeping,
5 hours smiling,
6 hours living,
7 hours trusting in your muse!
For this river is mine and yours foeevers;
And, i want to be close to you always.
1 hour smiling,
2 hours learning,
3 hours thinking,
4 hours with your muse,
5 hours teaching,
6 hours working,
But, the 7th hour comes for me to sleep with you;
Because, this love is all about you! !
And, i want to be with you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Oh Happy Days
Oh happy days,
Everyone likes you.
Oh happy days,
Please stay today.
Oh happy days,
Sweet like honey.
Oh happy days,
loving family ties.
Oh happy days,
Giving us strength.
Oh happy days,
Children out playing.
Oh happy days,
On the green grass.
Oh happy days,
With boundless optimism.
Oh happy days,
I give thanks.
Oh happy days,
Dreaming for more.
Oh happy days,
Warm and bright.
Oh happy days,
Like love eternal.
Oh happy days,
And glad memories.
Oh happy days,
New hope prayers.
Oh happy days,
With smiling faces.
Oh happy days,
Holidays and health.
Oh happy days,
With close friends.
Oh happy days,
Generous and giving.
Oh happy days,
Shiny rainbow dreams.
Oh happy days,
Till the very end.
Oh happy days,
Always and forever.
Amen.
poem by Rowina Mallick
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Oh Love Filled Days
Oh happy day
Oh happy day
When Mary finds
She is entwined
With Grace Devine
Oh happy day
Oh happy day
Oh joyful day
Oh joyful day
When Jesus lay
On a pile of hay
Oh how the angels play
On Christmas day
Oh joyful day
Oh joyful day
Oh love filled day
Oh love filled day
When Jesus lay
In a lonely tomb
From the afternoon
Till he rose on Easter day
Oh love filled day
Oh love filled day
Oh happy day
Oh joyful day
Oh love filled day
Entered the earth
In the most humble way
Taught us how to pray
Took our sins away
Oh happy day
Oh joyful day
Oh love filled days
When he came to stay
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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A monologue on 'nothing in particular
Well you know,
It always begins like this
'The day starts'
Half an hour early for me
Clocks set hour an hour early
The day begins
Well morning starts
With a break of sunlight
Flooding through the cracks
In the blinds
In summer it is always much earlier
Than the pre set time on the alarm clock
Which is primed to go off
Half an hour earlier
Inevitably
The light wakes me at sunrise
Which often occurs around five o'clock
Like some cruel trick
I am woken exactly an hour or is it half an hour
Before my alarm clock goes off, half an hour earlier?
Which is set to go off half an hour early
But that never happens in the summer
The lie in ends up a sleep over
In winter this is a different matter again
With no light
So there I am at five in the morning
exactly or, approximately the time
The sun is meant to set
[bar a second or to or maybe a minute
behind or ahead of prediction]
There I am WIDE AWAKE
No lie in
No chance of sleeping
Again
Exept at the WRONG TIME!
Then I recover
Five minutes behind schedule
pull the blind
make a cup of tea
giving myself exactly
thirty minutes
Before drinking it
to get ready for work
Flossing does not happen until
A much later time
There is a ten minute interval
For toast and tea
And tidying away
My watch is set five minutes ahead
Or maybe three minutes
I leave on time
In time for the bus that leaves
Two minutes early
The next one arrives ten minutes late
The driver
Has donated his brain to medical science
Thirty years prior to his death
Give or take a couple of hours or minutes
He slips into a slow coma behind the steering wheel
The world is in slow motion
Catatonia eclipses the traffic
I am now on time
To be late
despite all my carefully timed efforts
Now that was just the beginning of the morning
yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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Like a Little Kitten
Can't help but smile
when I think of you
You make me so happy
with the sweet things you do
Like a playful little kitten
playing out in the sun
You brighten my day
cause you're so much fun
You bring me laughter
when I've had a rough day
Just like a little kitten
you always want to play
So if I'm sitting there
with a smile on my face
From the laughter you bring
while sad moments you erase
poem by Nicii Parsons
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The days are too long
Why i don't enjoy the moment And Have fun?
Why i stay in my Place and i don't move out?
Why i Feel Bored and i can Smiley again?
The days are too long and i can feel the sun
play
smile
and have fun
Don't lose the time Because maybe the days are too long but the happy moments Come and go in a seond and when
you feel happy you lose control so Be happy and join me
in the happy moments and share your self the memories
poem by Marie Armany
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A Game Of Words In Any Place At Any Time...
this is my favorite game of words
that i engage in at any hour of the day
and in any other place
i can create them outside the paper and
without the use of pen
sometimes it happens that way when i ride
in a bus and the destination is 36 hours away
or even in a span of minutes
when sleep does not come
or when nap is nil
my fingers help to put music by tapping its nails
on the metal rail
and there is dancing and singing and some speeches in between
soliloquies
silhouettes
six-shooters
jailbirds
farmers reaping
hay on a sunny day
as though the room is a place where
party and conversations co-exist
i do not put more than what is necessary
it is enough to just survive the hours of pressure
the little training of torture
the principle has always been
i only use what is here
i discard what is not found here
there are no expectations from the beams
there is no show of shadows
i let imagination go
and let reality stay for a while
one by one i enumerate what i can contain by the numbers of my fingers
i think of the names
of friends
i gaze upon myself
i am glad i give myself a smile.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chain of love and peace
One moment of love and peace,
Several moments of love and peace, it can make.
Several moments of love and peace,
One minute of love and peace, it can make.
One minute of love and peace,
Several minutes of love and peace, it can make.
Several minutes of love and peace,
One hour of love and peace, it can make.
One hour of love and peace,
Several hours of love and peace, it can make.
One hour of love and peace,
Several hours of love and peace, it can make.
Several hours of love and peace,
One day of love and peace, it can make.
One day of love and peace,
Several days of love and peace, it can make.
Several days of love and peace,
One week of love and peace, it can make.
One week of love and peace,
Several weeks of love and peace, it can make.
Several weeks of love and peace,
One month of love and peace, it can make.
One month of love and peace,
Several months of love and peace, it can make.
Several months of love and peace,
One year of love and peace, it can make
One year of love and peace,
Several years of love and peace, it can make
Several years of love and peace,
One life of love and peace, it can make
One life of love and peace,
Several lives of love and peace, it can make
Several lives of love and peace,
One family of love and peace, it can make
One family of love and peace,
Several families of love and peace, it can make
Several families of love and peace,
One village of love and peace, it can make
One village of love and peace,
Several villages of love and peace, it can make
Several villages of love and peace,
One community of love and peace, it can make
One community of love and peace,
Several communities of love and peace, it can make
Several communities of love and peace,
One country of love and peace, it can make
One country of love and peace,
Several countries of love and peace, it can make
Several countries of love and peace,
One world of love and peace, it can make
One world of love and peace,
One eternity of love and peace, it can make
One moment of love and peace,
One eternity of love and peace, it can make
So, why doesn’t it?
Because this is same for hate and war…
poem by Lino Jones
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Sonnet-220
I here go again with happiness.
It hit me again; how long it has me hit?
Let me confess; my happy time confess.
I`m happy now, and this my tears admit.
Who`d wails some years for moment quick of joy?
But some quick joy after long woe`s delight!
It is a boy no toy and then some toy.
Take toy away, the joy some time stays bright.
I`m happy now and happy let me think.
I could`ve ahead hours of that called sadness.
Let me this happiness to good just link,
So when sadness arrives not turn to madness.
Let me this happy time with gladness shower,
And it gladly do measure by the hour.
poem by Luis Estable
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Days in Red
Days days days in red
In days days days ahead
The sun is in autumn light
And moon of glowing dark
Sky deep and high
Days days days in red
Flowing on hours in night
Where love lost its flight
Once those were alright
Now they no more spark
Days days days in red
In days days days ahead
The sun is in autumn light
Is there a horizon of ignite
Where hours go on by
Days days days in red
Flowing memories at sight
No feeling seems now right
But love's still inside
Come come babe now close abide
Days days days in red
In days days days ahead
The sun is in autumn light
Is there a horizon of ignite
Where hours go on by
Days days days in red
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Kat II
Kat,
you know it feels wierd
seeing you for only a few minutes now
talking for only a second
i remember when we used to have hours together
talking about nothing and everything
i remember sitting on the bus listining to your ipod
singing along to our favourite songs
i can remember thinking,
God i hope this never ends
i remember playing guitar on the bus home from little school
we would play random songs just to look cool
I remember starting secondry school and thinking i'd never see you again
i guess that was kinda stupid
I can remember us being reuinited with ben
praying our joking and dancing could last forever
i guess it nearly did
i remember us falling out sometimes over nothing, and everything
sometimes laughing about it afterwards
i remember trying to set you up with ben
i guess that didnt turn out so well
Now i only see you round college with your friends
its like we've run out of escapes and hit a dead end
we'll pass each other and say hi then rush off again
i miss our little days
of fun, laughter and regret
if only i could have them back
but you know me
i wouldnt change anything you can bet
* For Kat, who i miss on a daily basis: P *
poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson
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Happy Spring
Happy spring don't mean a thing
If nobody is listening
We all got to give its cling
A worthy again visiting
Singing from bough to bough
Playful birds are there
Bring together their vow
Little hearts pounding everywhere
Happy spring comes every spring
Memories soft glistening
Flowers and tints they bring
Under from earth's snowy wing
Its times come soon now
With their hope to share
New summer fun and now-how
Arriving again through the air
Refrain
Happy spring happy spring
Not too far in distances away
Happy spring what shall you bring
When you light up my May Day
In my heart I always knew
Tide of fresh fragrance would appear
With bluish sky and easy view
I'll be glad to have you here (repeat last line)
Happy spring don't mean a thing
If nobody is listening
We all got to give its cling
A worthy again visiting
Singing from bough to bough
Playful birds are there
Bring together their vow
Little hearts pounding everywhere
*(No song yet with this, also needs some refinishing later, as this was written now outside)
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Happy Hour
Its happy hour again
I think I might be happy if I wasnt out with them
And theyre happy its a lovely place to be
Happy that the fire is real the barman is a she
Where the haircuts smile
And the meaning of style
Is a night out with the bass
Where you win or you lose
And its them who choose
And if you dont win then youve lost
What a good place to be
Dont believe it
cause they speak a different language
And its never really happened to me
{its happy hour again}
Dont believe it
cause they speak a different language
And its never really happened to me
{its happy hour again}
Its another night out with the boss
Following in footsteps overgrown with moss
And they tell me that women grow on trees
And if you catch them right they will land upon their knees
Where they open all their wallets
And they close all their minds
And they love to buy you all a drink
And then we ask all the questions
And you take all your clothes off
And go back to the kitchen sink
song performed by by Housemartins
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A Song for New Year's Eve
Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay—
Stay till the good old year,
So long companion of our way,
Shakes hands, and leaves us here.
Oh stay, oh stay,
One little hour, and then away.
The year, whose hopes were high and strong,
Has now no hopes to wake;
Yet one hour more of jest and song
For his familiar sake.
Oh stay, oh stay,
One mirthful hour, and then away.
The kindly year, his liberal hands
Have lavished all his store.
And shall we turn from where he stands,
Because he gives no more?
Oh stay, oh stay,
One grateful hour, and then away.
Days brightly came and calmly went,
While yet he was our guest;
How cheerfully the week was spent!
How sweet the seventh day's rest!
Oh stay, oh stay,
One golden hour, and then away.
Dear friends were with us, some who sleep
Beneath the coffin-lid:
What pleasant memories we keep
Of all they said and did!
Oh stay, oh stay,
One tender hour, and then away.
Even while we sing, he smiles his last,
And leaves our sphere behind.
The good old year is with the past;
Oh be the new as kind!
Oh stay, oh stay,
One parting strain, and then away.
poem by William Cullen Bryant
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Timely Matters
I count my days
By the breaths I take
For in those breaths
Come a hope of better tomorrow
For secounds turn to minutes
Minutes into hours
Hours into to days
They will go on after
I am gone
So with each breath I am blessed
To see all the Lords provided
This miracle called life
Which time is only a play thing
poem by David Kush
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Oh Yes, I'm So Happy!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause i get to hear your lies
i'm so happy
surprise!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you tell lies on me
i'm so happy
see?
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you call me names
i'm so happy
i'v fame!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you break your promises
i'm so happy
i'm joyous!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you gave me some attention
i'm so happy
i'm in heaven!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause i get to be used
i'm so happy
i'm amused!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you spare me a few minutes
i'm so happy
i must be nuts!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you let me love you
i'm so happy
i'm through with you!
oh yes, if i was so happy
cause of you
i'll be happier
now without you!
poem by Sandy Nobody
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The unplanned romance
The unplanned romance
~
I never planned to feel this way
But this how you have left me
Watching the clock, counting the hours
Until I get to see you again
I wont pretend this will ever be easy
We all know love is a difficult game
Who would have thought
That it would come to this
A perpetual wait, waiting for the day
When my eyes light up seeing you
And I smile like a little child
What a feeling you gave to me
Looking back to before this happened
If I had told myself about this
That I would feel this way
Love is complex and strange
Ever changing rules
I may never understand
Though I am happy to feel this way
Counting the minutes, hours, days
Until I see you again
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Still Happy
Go ahead and break my heart
It won’t mend, but you’ll still be happy
Tear it out and rip it apart
It will sting, but it will make you happy
Make this hurt, and make me cry
All these tears will be to make you happy
On the inside I’ve already died
Died for love, to make you happy
Lie to me, you know the truth
I’ll believe to make you happy
Bury me in an abandoned tomb
I’ll lay and waste, but you’ll be happy
I don’t know what to say anymore
My words just can’t express how I feel
I don’t know what to do anymore
I can’t find a remedy; my wounds just will not heal
I’ve given this my all, just to try to bring you joy
But you continue to play with me, like I’m your little toy
But this little toy soldier is broken, and can no longer withstand
The task of such melancholy that you place in my hand
I still love you, and I’ll pray
I’ll pray to God that you’ll be happy
I’ll continue to soak in this acid rain
I’ll rot for you, just to make you happy
poem by King Midas
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Some Happy People Take Holidays (Trijan Refrain)
Some happy people take holidays
and its when you and I
love to dine out, to dance and play
while summer days rush by
and with delight moments drag on
and in a flash the night is gone
and with delight,
and with delight
to me you are the only one.
Some happy people take holidays
couples whose love is strong
bathe for hours in the sun's hot rays,
together they belong
with endless love, drawing them near
when they act without any fear
with endless love,
with endless love,
and jubilant they do appear
Some happy people take holidays
while some are separate
and are set with life in their ways
but do not love or hate
to me you are like a goddess
in your new lovely rose-red dress
to me you are,
to me you are
the one that I want to caress.
poem by Gert Strydom
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What if I chose to be happy?
I wonder what if I chose to be happy
Will that make you smile?
What if I don’t show my pain?
Will it mean for you I am happy yet again?
If I don’t frown or brood or hide a rotten mood
Will you think that with me all is good?
Or what if I don’t do any of that
And show myself inside out
No pretences, act or self inflicted doubt
Would you understand the feelings of my loneliness and pain?
Will you realize how much I want to be happy yet again…?
Of course I can choose to be happy if that makes you smile
But don’t you sometimes feel to be really happy with no garb, no pretence, no guile…?
It’s a feeling that comes from within and shows amongst the entire din
You watch a rainbow without any rain
You feel elated, joyful and game as if shown a spark of love again
poem by Alok Singhal
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