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Positive Thinking

Poems of positive thought and celebration.

Dreams?


Contented Happiness:
How carefree you sit swinging
In your happy, happy boughs,
Floating high in the light, cradling breeze.
And there, if I look deep enough,
You'll always be sitting for me.
Some dreary days, your swing may slow,
Your boughs begin to crack.
You may be floating far from me,
The breeze - bustle and bite.
Always though I'll hear your sound
Of blissful anthem play,
That rich mixture of soothing voice
And ripe, tanged inner joy.
At times your easeful melody
May brush my senses faint.
Fate's testing storms may roar their noise
Distorting divine choir.
But I shall always listen hard,
Strive and hear its comfort.
Those thunder claps will come and go
Whilst Happy, you'll always resurface.
Your tender, loving, endless light
Will ever shine inside me.
Inevitable nights thrown out by Life
Will often dim thy glow.
Yet if I want it, try for it,
For radiance I'll seek:
And once again will fill me whole
With eternal bright again.
Close emotions etched in time
Will never be washed away.
All the joy felt, memories,
Will stay with you, Happy, forever.
No cloud, no dagger, no, nothing now
Can ever erase them from us.
You'll keep them for me and show them
To me through the rain so it eases.
Near and far will always be near.
The boughs will strain but not break.
And when you do swing clearly and right,
I must embrace thee, Happy, seize the moment.
Even when clouds do blur my sight
And Melancholy roots its fire,
I must live it, wait 'till I leave it,
Determindly back to you - or else WHY?
Contented Happiness:
How carefree you'll sit swinging
For evermore, I'll look to my happy boughs
Whatever may hide you, high in the breeze.
C'est la vie, it is so, to be.
But I'll hear, and see, and feel you better
For I have known you, Happy.
Blessed, not depressed, though your counterpart
strikes - Of course!
So I love thee all the more for it.
Live in me 'till I die, then live beyond.
Contented - please do come to me.
I know you are not always here, Happy,
But I know you are always there.



From Life to Death.


Life is to love
What love is to life;
A leadway out
From trouble and strife.

Man is to woman
What woman is to man;
The pairing of
Love`s greatest fan.

Earth is to death
What death is to Earth;
Death is taken from here
And delivered is birth.



Music.


Music in the heart
Music in the soul
Music inside
Is taking control.

The mellow song
The sing along
The slow romance
The fast dance.

Music plays a part
In our lives each day
It is a part in me -
Music is here to stay.



The Wall.


I'm just like all the rest:
I don't know why I'm here.
But while ever I have this life
I'll love it so sincere.
I'll pick up pieces on the way
To build me like a wall.
At times the wall may crumble
Yet I'll always stand up tall.
For every wall that gets knocked down,
Some pieces I'll retain.
For every time I get knocked down
I'll get back up again.
I'll always keep that happy bit
(The centre, holding brick).
And round it I'll rebuild me
With each piece I can pick.
Other people will help too,
In my life's construction.
Every single person placing
Their own sized instruction.
My eyes will see experience,
My ears will hear change.
And everything that I intake:
My jigsaw to arrange.
Each single thing that I am taught
Digested by my brain,
Whether it be large or small
Is each brick's little grain.
And every grain will gel as one,
Foundations will be firm.
My mind's mortar will hold me strong
And bear me up long term.
The winds will rage and blow their force,
And some sad bricks may bleed.
But with my mind I'll heal them,
Determined to succeed.

When the rains have lashed upon me,
Though through them I'll have strode,
No wall can stand forever,
So eventually erode.
Yet when that time comes to me,
It will come and be impressed.
No I don't know why I'm here in this life -
But I'll have stood, and done the best.


I will never forget the disappointment I felt when I had completed this poem the first time. Leaning back, straining for the final line, I accidentally nudged the power lead out of the computer and lost the entire poem. Instinctively, I grew angry and dejected...alright, I woke up the whole house, wailing! Then suddenly I remembered what I had actually been writing about and for once took my own advice. Calming down, I sat up for part of the night and re-wrote the whole poem, actually recalling the majority. I had not given in to a negative emotion: I'd got back up again - and it worked. I learnt a lesson right there and then - and added another brick to myself.




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