happiness

Believe It Why Not

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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.

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Never Too Late

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.
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But those wheels will turn.
And pencils I’ll burn.
Words will appear from the blue,
then rearranged to say “I love you”.
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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.

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Reality

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

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Duplicity

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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.

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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?

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