Happiness Poems
Let It Enfold You
by Charles Bukowski
Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.
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The Sultan's Palace
by Alan Seeger
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,
As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;
As in their flesh inheres the impulse to embrace,
To gaze on Loveliness was my soul's appetite.
I have roamed far in search; white road and plunging bow
Were keys in the blue doors where my desire was set;
Obedient to their lure, my lips and laughing brow
The hill-showers and the spray of many seas have wet.
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The Place Most Loved
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Ada Scott was a widowed old woman, living in rolling hills country;
In jade, flowering days of full sun, when ecstatic bees made honey.
She lived in the same cottage she was born, quite a long time ago;
On a night of amaranth starlight, when moon peered into windows.
She was well known and loved in the neighborhood, like red robin;
And participated in church activities, like caring deeds, unforgotten.
Ada and friends went to Friday fairs, and offered fresh pies for sale;
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Happiness
by Carl Sandburg
I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of
thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though
I was trying to fool with them
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along
the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with
their women and children and a keg of beer and an
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Afscheid van Mauritius
by Mario Odekerken
We nemen afscheid van Mauritius,
met de warmte van de zon nog op onze huid,
en herinneringen die we voor altijd meenemen,
aan zee,natuur,en samen zijn,
een vakantie die diep bij ons is gebleven.
We laten dit prachtige eiland achter,
maar een stukje van ons blijft hier,
in de kleuren,de geuren en de momenten,
die we zo intens hebben beleefd,
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Afscheid van Mauritius
by Mario Odekerken
We nemen afscheid van Mauritius,
met de warmte van de zon nog op onze huid,
en herinneringen die we voor altijd meenemen,
aan zee,natuur,en samen zijn,
een vakantie die diep bij ons is gebleven.
We laten dit prachtige eiland achter,
maar een stukje van ons blijft hier,
in de kleuren,de geuren en de momenten,
die we zo intens hebben beleefd,
......
The Place Most Loved
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Ada Scott was a widowed old woman, living in rolling hills country;
In jade, flowering days of full sun, when ecstatic bees made honey.
She lived in the same cottage she was born, quite a long time ago;
On a night of amaranth starlight, when moon peered into windows.
She was well known and loved in the neighborhood, like red robin;
And participated in church activities, like caring deeds, unforgotten.
Ada and friends went to Friday fairs, and offered fresh pies for sale;
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Saturdays in Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
They were lazy, sunny Saturdays, and looking a lot like summer.
They were the times of tea and roses, of porch swings in motion,
They walked barefoot in hot sand, amid turquoise wave thunder,
When red sun streaked its colors, painting skies, with devotion.
They were the times of tea and roses, of porch swings in motion,
As vivid woodpeckers, crickets and bees, joined the dusky band,
When red sun streaked its colors, painting skies, with devotion.
They were days of polka dot and striped flowers, in grasslands.
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If the Shoe Fits
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Angelica was thirteen years old, and 8th grade graduation was nearing;
Like scarlet lilies and the song of blue jays, just ahead, in grassy clearing.
Her school would be having its celebration, in orange excitement days;
And her family would all be attending, everyone lost in happiness haze!
Angelica's school would also hold an assembly, with talk of high hopes;
And their principal and many others would speak, like acorns, to tall oaks!
Her friends found themselves elated, too, for they'd graduate, together;
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It's in the Cards
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sally Ann had long yearned for a dog, as smoky desert longs for rain.
Sally Ann was nearly twelve years old, like noontides of glossy refrain.
She lived out in the pretty country, with both parents, an only child;
And waked daily to robin singing, on the lanes where sun first smiled.
She was happy and a bright student, like the caramel stars, twinkling;
On the edge of the summer solstice, when onyx night's still lingering.
Friendly feet, on fuchsia days, ran fleetly, as they joined in joyful races,
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