Tag Archives: Happiness

Man’s Real Best Friend

Everyone needs a big fluffy blanket

That smiles when you hug it or throw it or yank it;

It can soothe pain and dry off your tears

And it does so for free over hundreds of years.

When Summer is hot and you lie on the grass

It holds all your food and keeps bugs off your ass.

When Winter is cold and the sky is all gray

The blanket will escort the darkness away.

A blanket can act as a robe in a bind

And a tangle of blankets can help you unwind.

Yes, everyone needs a big fluffy blanket

So next time you see one, remember to thank it.

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Haiku for Hope

Broken pottery

By the lawn I haven’t mown

And my old blue truck;

Living comfortably

And all that I sacrificed

Was my lofty goals.

Then a cool pillow

When I wake and feel refreshed

Like when I was young;

That ginger sunrise

Isn’t unattainable

If I love enough.

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Dear Ladies, Love Men

My girl made me a sandwich

And left a little note:

“Sandwich in the fridge. I love you!”

That was all she wrote.

That was all I needed

To get me through the day

And made every struggle, small and large,

Seem perfectly okay.

So when your boyfriend, husband,

Or another man declares

“Go make me a sandwich”

It shows you that he cares

Enough about your love to ask

For what he really needs.

If you want true love to grow

That’s how to sow the seeds.

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Golden Slipper

I slipped on a banana

And fell on my butt

And it excited me

Because you know what?

Everyone told me “you’ll never

“Be yogurt” but I fought ‘em

And now look at me!

I’ve got fruit on the bottom!

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Our Turn

At wee early hour on the hills by my home

I’d knock on your door, heart a burning

To dance there with you

And the golden morning dew,

Giving thanks that the world keeps a turning.

When sun finally breaks, gold and heavy that morn

And we stride proud below sky a burning

I’ll feel like a king

With the first bud of the Spring

And give thanks that the world keeps a turning.

The sun at it’s apex, a blanket beneath,

And two lovers for picnic are yearning.

Her hair smooth as silk

They drink honey and the milk

In the garden of Earth, still a turning.

As years turn to lifetimes and bodies to dust

The couple does not cease their learning.

They lie, cold and still

And the two become the hill,

Still part of the world ever turning.

Remember the sunshine. Remember the lifetime.

Remember the sweet butter churning.

Remember the dawn

For someday the Earth will yawn

And together we’ll rest from the turning.

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I Did Plans D-ZZ For You… You’re Welcome

Sometimes you make a plan A, B, and C

But the world just is what it chooses to be

And while we can see it as a half-full cup

Sometimes it’s more fun just to mess some stuff up!

On somewhat of a tangent, I’m really keen

On the idea of making a time machine

That does a time loop, Groundhog Day style

And mess some stuff up for an infinite while.

You’re consequence-free for a lifetime or two,

Testing out various versions of you.

Don’t like the result of a particular day?

Just jump off a cliff and try a new way!

And if you are sad knowing this isn’t real,

Believe me, I get it! I know how you feel…

So think of it this way (This gets kinda heady)

You’ve been in and finished a time loop already.

You’ve lived endless lives of the same day again

And you’ve kissed all the ladies and shot all the men

And learned Japanese and solved nuclear fusion

And finally came to a stunning conclusion:

With infinite time, with no way to fail,

With no threat of death, embarrassment, jail

Your life loses meaning if you only win it

So you used your last time loop to think for a minute,

Inventing a button that made time go back

To a day at a time, with a total lack

Of memory concerning your endless days

Of repeating your time in all different ways.

You’ve already learned that making mistakes

Is sometimes exactly what happiness takes,

But if you still need to shoot a TV

To burn some frustration, that’s alright by me!

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Everything’s Better With Blankets

Everything’s better with blankets!;

That’s an objective fact!

If someone says “No thanks, I’m good”

Something in their brain has cracked.

Everything’s better with blankets

Because they are fuzzy and warm.

You have one when born, as a kid, and so on

Until you move into a dorm.

Whether a fleece or a quilt or a sheet

Or a comforter or a duvet

A blanket inspired the doer of everything

To say an emphatic “Yay!”

Everything’s better with blankets

And that’s the precise reason why

You should never ask me what is

The secret ingredient in my pie.

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Remember When I Was A Bachelor And Wrote Funny, Cynical Stuff? Yeah… About That…

I took a nap and pet a cat

And read a book and brushed a horse

And now I write a poem about that

That’s precisely eight lines long, of course.

Some days you will stress and struggle;

Some days you’ll complain and whine.

Today I smiled and chose to snuggle

A ginger angel, mine all mine.

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Type A Vs. Type Hey!

Some people spend their lives

Trying hard to do things right,

Making perfectly circular pizzas

And working through the night.

Other people live their lives

By doing what is fun

Though the pizza ends up looking

Like art the family dog has done.

Perfectionists unite, I say

And make the rocket ships

While the do-it-my-way folks

Make new flavors for the chips.

The harmony is perfect

Though perfectionists will glare

Because the have-some-funners

Smile back without a care.

But if the pizza’s spherical

Instead of round and flat

Take a bite: It tastes all right

And you’re the first to make it that!

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Together Or Apart, The Heart Still Desires

Even if the submarine is yellow

It’s hidden still, deep below the light.

Its crew works around the clock

So it’s bright all morning, noon, and night.

So even though it never feels like evening

The submariners must long for the sun,

Which they’ll be apart from, underwater

Until they’re told the mission’s finally done.

So it is to be apart from loved ones,

Trapped by distance out of your control,

Like a bird migrating by its lonesome

Or a puzzle one piece short of whole.

If you feel longing, I wish you peace;

If your family is making you consider a career in the submarine corps because they just won’t stop, I hope they cease.

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