"If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time." - Edith Wharton
Inspired by a discussion with brods Jess Gopez and Nelson Reyes on happiness and sadness.
Buds on trees flow’ring With the mercury rising Soon will be blooming Crystal brook tinkling The sound of water flowing
The backyard no longer green Autumn leaves cover the ground Some floating in the stiff breeze Little eddies round and round All the tree branches stripped bar…
For many days, it’s been raining The floor’s wet the roof’s been le… Basins buckets quickly filling Bad weather still continuing But then the ground started shakin…
Once there lived a man who was inc… Such that his pants have pockets t… One day his wife asked for money He guffawed thought it was funny So his wife lifted his wallet whil…
All the talents that we have been… From His bounty, gracious and ove… Bury them not underground to lay f… Let them light the sky, bright and… The third steward; let us not emul…
The weather dreadful To sleet, snow turns rapidly Numbing and chilly Utter darkness cloaks the land There blows the harsh frigid wind
With no time pieces Yet they were able to see Days getting shorter The cavemen fearful Sun will disappear from view
oh yes! she made a huge mistake! companionship; all she ever wanted so, she dated a man she met at a w… quite old he was; still, the man s… lo! he turned out to be an oversex…
When our moment becomes just a mem… And today lapses into tomorrow Will it be a nightmare or a reveri… When you think of me; please let m… For moments with you will never ag…
Unwanted thoughts, but I kept the… Early morning as I opened my eyes With dawn’s clear light, they slow… The world unveiled beneath soft pa… Bad dreams occupy my mind while I…
After sudden torrential rain Gliding soaring boding raven Mindful of extreme summer heat Searching for a sheltered haven On the branch of a looming oak
Beneath his harsh tone, An ache he cannot let go Grief’s quiet poison In lashing out, he conceals The black emptiness he feels
There once was a chappie named Mi… Who thought women should serve him… Till he met feminist Karen A fierce and righteous vixen And now he’s her enthusiastic femi…
Traces of ourselves Always we leave them behind Often out of mind Yes, whatev’r we do or say Touches others in some way
great it is to have a friend who has your welfare in mind who sticks with you till the end a real treasure, one of a kind and the good news he brings you