Smiles Are Worth so Much

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A smile is worth so much,

that is a fact of life.

It means the world to those we love

and reach out to with a gentle touch.

 

On a gray day,

when we can’t seem to find a way,

to be happy –

let’s try and see what a smile will do.

 

The sun doesn’t have to be shining,

when people all about are smiling.

They share the joy they give to one another and

it’s worth more than any gold.

 

Days when it seems there is no one about,

days when you feel like on a deserted island,

then you take a walk –

discovering something to smile about.

 

Suddenly the day,

has changed for the better,

just don’t lose your smile –

bring it with you to share.

 

One of the most precious of smiles,

is the smile of a baby or child you love.

One of the most darling of smiles,

is the smile of an animal who knows you care.

 

 

Smiles can take away the rain

and make dark clouds have those silver linings.

Smiles can make what is ordinary –

become extraordinary.

 

So for every time,

when we feel so sad and down,

let’s reach out to friends and family

and with one smile begin a chain reaction.

 

 

Smiles that make the heart glow,

are smiles that say thank you.

Smiles that make the heart beat faster –

are smiles that say I love you.

 

Anyway you look at it,

a smile is worth so much,

so go ahead and make your day worthwhile

and go forth with a great big smile.

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Together Through Life

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Together we walk this world,

that’s ever spinning.

Some days it leaves us screaming –

but mostly we just keep on dreaming.

 

You and I together,

like lost orphans in a storm,

wondering if there will be a tomorrow –

as crazier the world becomes.

 

Forever searching,

for that cloud with the silver lining,

never seems to be the right timing,

but we still keep on smiling.

 

Days when this roller coaster ride,

gets out of hand,

sending us scattering wide –

wondering if we’ll survive.

 

Then days when things are peaceful,

like circling round on a Wonder Wheel,

looking at all the beauty that surrounds us –

what a great feel.

 

No matter what may come,

no matter when,

as long as we have our love –

I know we’ll be alright.

 

Every morning is bright,

even the rainy days,

as long as you and I are together through life –

giving each other a shoulder to lean on.

 

What does it matter?

That this world is turning cold,

we must face it and be bold –

I am yours and you are mine.

 

You make me smile,

at the worst of times,

if I cannot reply or I‘m misty eyed –

I still know it will be alright.

 

In this world we are pair,

not good one without the other.

If I seem to drift away,

I know that I’ll still hear your call –

together through life with you I treasure.

 

So through it all,

we walk uphill,

struggling to find –

that pot of gold at rainbows end.

 

It’s always good to know,

that I am yours and you are mine,

should the world turn against us,

we will survive,

our love will keep us alive –

 

together through life just you and I.

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Like a Madman

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He was like a madman,

enjoying laughing at the rain.

It seemed he didn’t have much of a brain,

even danced through snowstorms.

When he took up his palette,

began to paint,

the canvas mixed with both rain and snow,

then dried by the sun.

Artwork that touched the soul,

no madman could do better,

such was his talent,

you wondered about it,

every time you saw him,

in the snow or in the rain,

doing a dance of joy,

beneath the sparkling sun.

Then he found his Mona Lisa

or was she like Alice.

having stumbled into his wonderland.

Suddenly days were all for fun,

nights deep and dark,

for inspiration,

while this woman with the mystic smile,

became a creation upon his canvas,

as he painted like mad,

but now perhaps not mad,

just clever like a fox.

She had come just in time,

for the Mad Hatter’s tea party,

but instead of tea,

there were jugs of the finest wine,

that flowed just fine

and old tunes to sing.

together they worshiped the rain and the snow,

hand in hand beneath the shining sun.

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I Thought I Knew Why

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Poem number twenty-nine NaPoWriMo

 

I thought I knew why.

the sky was blue.

clouds took on different shapes and sizes

and the leaves and grass were green.

I thought I knew why,

rivers flowed so fast,

lakes gleamed in the sun

and oceans and seas lapped to shore.

I thought I knew it all

and so much more .

Then they tell me –

the rain from the sky,

has chemicals in it.

The water of the rivers, lakes, oceans and seas,

are polluted and don’t swim here please.

I thought I knew why,

salmon swim upstream –

now they tell me salmon may soon be only a dream.

I thought I knew why,

birds flew up so high.

Why migratory birds,

left in winter and returned in summer.

Now some oil tanker,

has had a spill

and the birds are dying from the oil.

I thought I knew why,

wild animals lived in forest and jungles

and majestic animals roamed the plains in Africa.

Now species are becoming extinct,

some humans or companies,

have destroyed natural habitats.

Poachers like mad men,

are killing the animals in Africa.

I thought I knew why,

children loved this world of ours

but now there won’t be much left to treasure.

Terrorists are destroying,

most everything

and adults and children are dying.

So here I sit and protest,

writing petitions to the politicians that be.

Perhaps if we join together

and do our part –

we can help set this world to rights –

then I will once again know why,

 

Will you?

 

 

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Gold and Silver

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Poem number twenty-eight NaPoWriMo

The rays of the sun,

spread a golden ring,

of light over the sea –

so very bright.

Try as you might,

you’ll never scoop up,

that ring –

the sea is holding on tight.

When the sun sets behind the horizon,

it dips into the sea,

taking with it all the gold –

that shone.

When the moon comes out,

it sprinkles silver upon the sea,

making the waves –

shimmer and shine.

As you look over the water,

in the glow of the moon,

a silvery bridge –

stretches over the sea.

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Dance of the Butterflies

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Poem number twenty-seven NaPoWriMo

 

How I love to watch butterflies,

they flit and fly

and seem to dance in the air.

I love their graceful wings,

the many different colors,

the size of them.

I love to watch the butterflies,

dance in the summertime.

To watch them, as the fly,

up toward a clear, blue sky.

In the early mornings,

drinking the dew upon the grass and flowers.

So very graceful and fragile are they.

I love the dance that butterflies do.

they flit and they seem to float.

along with clouds up high,

from flower to flower,

along with honeybees,

here and there.

When upon a blade of grass,

I think what an unusual flower,

this truly is.

As I get nearer,

the butterfly begins to tremble.

Then suddenly as it spreads its wings,

such breathtaking beauty,

is quite a sight to see.

The dance of the butterflies,

like magical choreography,

performing just for me.

 

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Walk in the Woods

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Poem number twenty-six NaPoWriMo

 

When thoughts stray

and you’re weary,

take a walk with nature –

deep into the woods.

Where the sun plays with the shade,

while glittering rays,

shine through the tall pine trees.

Paths covered with pine needles,

lead you on,

so many interesting surprises,

while forest creature scamper about.

In the forest you can hear.

the symphony the wind plays,

the trees whistle along

and you can do a dance.

A forest world all its own,

with bird trills in the trees

and the gurgling of forest streams.

Take a look at the statues nature displays,

tree stumps in different shapes and sizes,

rocks from many years past –

each of them a story to tell.

Below the many trees,

mushrooms grow,

if you look real close perhaps tiny dwarfs,

are scampering by,

while wood nymphs,

glide over the gurgling stream.

It can all seem like a dream,

away from the world,

into the quiet –

of a forest fantasy.

 

 

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