There once was a young man called Rodger
Who's very transfixed with his todger
From morning till night
He gets his delight
Now he shares his bed with his lodger
Happy Birthday to this awesome THREE:
to Frank, Kashinath, and P.D.
Those born this day SEVEN
have blessings of Heaven
in wit, charm and poetry!
Resurrecting this oldie for the contest of PD:
You three guys are tops with me!
A kitty who was not born all that strong,
and with a love for LASAGNA life long;
drippy, rich, creamy, chewy,
HAPPINESS is enjoying, right or wrong.
May 20, 2015
The scissors are beaten by the rock
Man made steel has been left in shock
Now the rock has been beat
By a flimsy light sheet
The winning paper is where our words talk
Slams Destroyed Her Head
She was slammed by slam poetry, boo hoo!
Some folks wondered about the hullabaloo.
When bombarded with dread,
Sad thoughts destroyed her head.
Now, she thinks she’s a blithering cuckoo!
© July 17, 2010
There are many more joys in life than struggles
We must recognize the good times and ignore the troubles
In everyone's life
There's toil and strife
Sure beats the alternative as you skip through life's puddles
Your passport to happiness is deep in your soul
Gives passage to Happy Land without any toll
Just smile a big smile
A big ten on the dial
In a bottomless pit of ecstasy you'll roll
© Jack Ellison 2015
Joined The Soup back in two thousand twelve
My happiest five years, it's where good friends dwell
Some come and go
Sure miss them so
Sometimes return coz they find it a hard farewell
A day without SO is an SOB day
A day without sunshine, d'ya know what I say?
My British palsy walsy
A poet quite wowsie
An honour it is, call him my happiness valet
Dear dear Mo, my capitol friend
A Minister of Joy each morning she sends
An Ottawa leader of happiness
We citizens are blessed
Hope she's re-elected and her term doesn't end
My body's all aching and wracked with pain
Not sure I want to travel this highway again
Once is enough
Journey's been tough
Who am I kidding, life's been like sipping champagne
The sun's shining somewhere even when it's raining
So in spite of the forecast just stop your complaing
Shout, “It's a fantastic day”
“I'm so happy and gay”
Not my sexual orientation, just an old fashioned saying
© Jack Ellison 2015
Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone
There was once a man from Thomaston
He called his wife honey bun
His knee joint went out
In pain he did shout
Viagra's no longer number one
Is it sweet or salty or sour?
Brimming with happiness or always dour?
Prancing, living with gaiety
Or waiting for a guillotine
Now standing forever to scour?
Written by Gail DeBole on February 4, 2013
A man with the name of Feng Shui
Arranged his life in a Qi-loving way.
Full of sweet harmony,
And life planned to a “T”,
Bad Karma didn’t “stand” in his way!
Note: Part of the Portrait Collection
Bearing seed in a world with half embrace proves quite difficult
happiness gives way for ruthlessness in a risky summersault
seen to the womb as dirt
with danger is this flirt
the helpless victim has no say or choice in such an assault.
Countenance quite disturbing, in need of a file
happiness on the flee, one thousand and a mile
nothing to disguise
wrinkles grow in size
wild facial expression slapping a ban on smile.
How many of you classify yourself as a true optimist
If you answer in the negative, you must be a pessimist
Think only of good things
You heart will surely sing
And you'll find you'll have no need for a cardiologist
There's happy day's coming just up ahead
When spring raises it's sleepy old head
With a yawn and a stretch
Winter's outta her that old wretch
So relieved we'll all sport big grinnies instead
once was an tricky old leprechaun
colored blarney stone with neon crayons
so much for gift of gab
I just hailed down a cab
and ran over that fairytail icon
a beautiful love shared by two
bound in Gods word near the ocean of blue
happiness did begin
together until the end
as she softly whispered "I Do"
Poet Rick Parise
Suzie sure did love technology
when Botox became her friend
each wrinkle it did mend
now she's a part of biology
This idol, this man holds a place in my heart
He speaks of Ziggy Star Dust and Major Tom, so I don't know were to start
He played as a king of a goblin land
Watching and listening to him makes me crumble like sand
David Bowie s melodies and performances are genuinely an art.
Silly Willy with a worm
Had a pocket that would squirm
A Silly Willy was this boy
His pocket worm brought him joy
Don't mistake him for a toy
He is handsome and so coy
Silly Willy's naughty worm
Growing bigger makes girls squirm~