15 Monday Dec 2014
A happy thought
Cannot be bought
No matter what
You were previously taught…
A happy thought
Is for naught
Unless you start
With your own heart…
A happy thought
Is all you’ve got
When in the sway
Of a bad day…
A happy thought
So easily caught
With a mental kiss
On the lips of bliss…
A happy thought then
Is always gotten
By grabbing where
Others only see air…
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23 Sunday Nov 2014
Tags
Anger, Banter, Bard, Bliss, Explode, Fuse, Jingle, life, Limerick, Mince, Pickle, Poems, Poetic, Poetry, Rhyme, Style, Tension, Verse, Writing
I don’t get antsy when someone steps on my toes
Life too short for this fuse to explode
I get me a beat and I’m off with a tread
Snapping my fingers and bobbing my head…
There nothing that can make me smile
Like a cute little verse with a tuneful style
I’d rather look like I’ve got me a tickle
Than someone stuffed my face with a pickle…
There’s nothing that’s more wondrous to me
When the truth is the jingle will set you free
Is it necessary for me to mention
I aint no fun when my mind’s full of tension…
My life is full of oblivious bliss
All I have to remember is this:
Life is good and life is fine
I don’t mince words I just make them rhyme…
