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The laughter came out
quickly,
without being able
to stop,
noisy happiness
that springs up
and goes dancing
from mouth to mouth,
bright light,
that burning,
erases the gloom
that life has at...
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My leaven makes my muffins rise.
My eggs are never runny
My pudding could take any prize.
My secret? Not for money.
Hush!
There's a bogie in my kitchen.
He's the joy that makes my life.
By...
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Once Pan, the God of mischief and of mirth,
Conceived a plan the mortals to dismay.
Argatos bred the saddest folk on earth.
It's there they say the men complained all day.
So Pan their prayers...
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Vast kingdoms once
did span this shrinking sphere.
One monarch bold
a million men could rule.
To teach the dumb,
protect the poor from fear,
to sow these seeds,
a scepter was his tool.
If I...
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Unappreciated Garbage
The eyes of depression track the cracks
in the sidewalk and the curve of the curb.
They miss the beauty of joy on the horizon and
the flit of the...
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Tendrils of Love, soft tenderness,
I am lost in an avalanche of feelings.
A blind man weeps, flashes of color erupt,
My heart is a volcano sprouting Love.
I feel, yes I feel, I feel the love all...
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Lollygagging Around the Bosque Dell
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Making fun is not just a past time or hobby,
its a manufacturing process, a labor of happy...
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Muse Xing a Conversation With God
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
In a dark corner of a mind curled in the fetus position,
disheveled, abused and beaten...
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A comparison of two poems from different poets, periods, and backgrounds, but, with a similar idea.
"Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight!" by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
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An early 20th century response to Reids anguish.
Talk Happiness. The world is sad enough
Without your woes. No path is wholly rough;
Look for the places that are smooth...
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