Be happy to be yourself

Inner peace helps to release
The happiness inside
Worry, stress will just depress
Let your spirits slide.

Some people may be cruel
Mock say spiteful things
Ignore their petty inference
Deflect those arrowed slings.

Be proud to be just who you are
Block out the non believers
Bring beauty to your countenance
Prove wrong those spurious weavers.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Let’s spoil ourselves

Let’s spoil ourselves let’s have a cake
Forget that waist for goodness sake
For getting old we can be free
do not care what others see.

Too often we had worried so
When to a meeting we would go
A tummy tuck an odd grey hair
To a suitor we could not share.

The time has come to lose that weight
Upon our mind not on our gait
Contented with what we have got
To be happy with our lot.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan 317 ) ( @ wordverse.me )

Proud to be me

Should I feel guilty by using He
uncomfortable that it is not she
seriously has it come to this
That the use of gender is amiss.

Have we gone a step too far
Do we still know who we are
Surely it should never be
Concealing our identity.

Why can’t we just be ourselves
Leave pronouns open on our shelves
Express our views as we see fit
Let prejudice not smother it.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

You’re awake,
one of the lucky ones
Don’t hold a knife,
play with guns
Don’t be angry,
cruel, sad
Life’s too short,
be kind not bad.
Do be happy
Smile hello
Throw some light
As you go
For love is near
Around that bend
Your joy today
Will find a friend.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

On a visit to a local community garden. Ballaghadereen Co. Roscommon

Memories

Scattered seashells, shifting sands
beneath a child’s excited hands
ferns, thistles meadows rolling
happiness just keeps on flowing.

Barefoot step in cold dark clay
tumbling, rolling – new mown hay
carving names on large oak trees
lying, listening to honey bees.

Such are memories of times past
passing years have shadows cast
days, months, years go by
memories, moments in my mind’s eye.

Jpoet7 (#doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Hands press-partition glass

Lost in the shadows of my mind
troubled now – I cannot find
see your smile – gentle reach
Scrambling, searching – inner screech.

Rolling back to childhood days
Muddled, confused, vacant gaze
Hands press – partition glass
Seconds, minutes, hours pass.

ceaseless silence, constant-blaring
Pressured nurses, doctors-caring
Unfamiliar sterile spaces
alas no more warm embraces.

Jpoet7 ( # doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Moves within us everyday

in a most mysterious way

Guiding us as we move on

Unknown aid we lean upon

Silent spirit – secret sign

help our energies align

From our shoulder take a weight

relieve us from a turmoiled state

let that spirit be our guide

be forever by our side.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Trapped within a troubled world

in a mind so twisted / knurled

love suspended deep inside

release that spring let me ride.

Trampled by my troubled brain

pent up anger – silent pain

hitting out at loved ones dear

even so they persevere.

A moment in a happy place

see a smile upon your face

my brain it sparks, traces bright

You’re constant love / see the light

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )