Today’s the day I change the world,
my fingers crossed, blankets hurled.
The rising sun lights up my day.
It matters not my sky is gray.
First it’s coffee as I check the news.
Feeling good I dodged the blues.
Next I’ll write, so here we go.
What we’ll find I don’t know.
Every day is an unknown path,
so veer towards love, and avoid the wrath.
Share your joy with all you meet.
Make someone smile your daily feat.
Laughing’s great, then happiness nearer.
I laugh a lot when I look in the mirror.
Perhaps the key’s our point of view.
I feel the change, now do you?
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Wealth isn’t measured by dollars;
it’s measured by our sense.
Money can’t buy happiness,
unless we’re happy with pretense.
Joy comes from simple pleasures,
like a sunset or a baby’s smile.
Laughter’s always free,
whether old or a juvenile.
Heath too is very important,
as our feelings always show.
We can’t make a living,
when life’s value we don’t know.
Though love can require work,
it yields our greatest return.
So invest your time in others.
And self-worth you’ll then earn.
Lust makes one happy.
Hate’s never alone.
Love’s always plural.
Choices are our own.
I’m starting my day in a positive way.
Good morning to all is what I say.
If it’s not morning have a good night.
Your time will come to see the light.
Life will be both happy and sad.
When it’s not bad you should be glad.
And when it’s good share your bliss.
If you’ve a partner, share a kiss.
Share your joy with one and all;
acts of kindness are never small.
A simple smile will brighten a day.
A simple good morning will have its sway.
Awake is a plus, the future starts there.
Dwell on the positives and subtract despair.
Time keeps ticking and forward we go.
Don’t be conned, think like a pro.
I have a plan to save mankind.
I’ve just a few things left to find.
First is a place we all can hide.
It’ll need big windows to feel outside.
Next is food, but we can’t be too picky,
just nothing too spicy, gooey or sticky.
There’s coffee, for sure with sugar and cream,
then a really big bed for all to dream.
We’ll need some music so bring guitars.
Smoking’s optional but no cigars.
There’s no heavy drinking or hard drugs.
No need for violence or unruly thugs.
There will be no jail or a court.
So bring no weapons of any sort.
We’ll all need to promise to get along.
It sounds pretty easy, what can go wrong.
You’ll never find a happier place.
It’ll fill up fast so reserve your space.
Now one last thing before I take leave;
it’s best not come if you can’t believe.
Happiness is felt when I see you.
A kiss returned lets me know love’s true.
Fortunate am I to be granted this wish,
time together with my lovely Trish.
You make me smile when I need it most.
I’m grateful we met, you deserve a toast.
Oh how my mind does roam.
Seeking always tomorrow’s poem.
With love aplenty in my heart
I happily share with you my art.
My inspiration is vividly clear.
My soul enlightened by you my dear.
My darling works early today.
I think of her smiling when on her way.
But I woke up late without a rhyme.
Her alarm will ring and I’m out of time.
But those wheels will turn.
And pencils I’ll burn.
Words will appear from the blue,
then rearranged to say “I love you”.
I send her a text, her phone will beep.
She’ll reach for it, fresh from sleep.
Her day then starts knowing I care.
And in my heart she’ll always be there.
I woke today without a brain
Could be the heat or the rain
Could be the chill or maybe I’m old
Could be work and getting things sold
But as I ponder with coffee nearby
I can see the blue that hides in the sky
It makes me realize all we don’t see
It makes me happy someone loves me
My sweetheart slumbers miles away
But together we’ll be later today
My brain needn’t function to love or feel
And when we kiss these feelings are real
I feel it in my fingers.
I feel it in my toes.
I feel it in my head.
I feel it on my nose.
I feel it in my body.
I feel it in my heart.
I feel your love is with me,
even when you’re not.
I don’t like writing sad poetry.
It’s not a place I choose to see.
In my world of goodness, all are free,
where faces of children are full of glee.
Hope and happiness is how it should be.
Yet pencils ever dull in reality,
so I hone my points, turn’s the key.
Returning I do to the safety of fantasy.
I think that’s best, don’t you agree?
Or is everything escape in poetry?
Bound with joy or tears shall fall
Smiles support us all