The Joy we feel at Christmas Fills our lives with cheer We could try to make this feeling Linger throughout the Year. How good to feel so happy On every single day To lift our spirits skywards And chase all sadness away. We could help needy neighbours And show them that we care Show badmen how to live well Or tell the lonely we are there. Think of all the kindness that Would follow if we were to say I will try and live my life As if it's Christmas every day. Let us live as if it's Christmas every day.
Tag: Happy
Broken Heart
You left me and you did not turn Another row - we never learn No "sorry" words this time were spoken I just felt my heart was broken. All the many times of joy We were a happy girl and boy But the ring we bought was an empty token You never knew my heart was broken. All the places we have seen Mountains white and valleys green Moonlight kissing, holding hands Laughing as we made our plans. The things we did as a happy pair The future was coming and we didn't care Now alone I must go on And all the dreams I had are gone. So our book is ended, the cover torn Our children now will stay unborn Pleading words are what I choke on And you still don't know my heart is broken.
This England?
We can be happy you and I if we look around us in this England we can choose if we stay or fly and have food and clean water at our command. Whatever we are told we do have clean air - see how the lichen grows and our rights though not written are there and the whole world knows. We can vote out shallow members and the corrupt do eventually stand trial we need only fan the embers of a system waiting in the wings. Skylarks still sing in the fields and Cabbage Whites are back in strength we freely collect what nature yields and can walk about after dark. We can worship any God we nominate or have none of it if we so choose in protest we can march or congregate and its only our energy we lose. So think, and think again before you chase sun-blessed places promising dollars or yen, for truly this is a fair and free nation and its like won't surface again. OR So however you think you are doing compare your life and be happy living here is not so bad its just the weather that's so crappy ......
Thank You Present
I bought you some flowers today, the idea just popped into my head I had just passed by my old house and was glad I lived here instead. I was lonely in that old place and the vomit rose in my chest as I relived the despair for an instant but soon the pain came to rest. For now I live in happy chaos within a surprising peace for surrounded by love and affection I bask in blessed relief. So there you have the reasons why the idea came into play to stop at the very first florist and bring you flowers today.
Big Wind
What if a great big wind came and picked us up and dropped us on some lonely shore? Would we try to leave or make it home? Could we stay there ever more? The experience would change us for ever. We might adjust and stay without regret. We might just sit and search our souls and be as happy as we can get. Shall we wish for a big wind to change our lives if our 'humdrum' needs rearranging? We could relish the new challenge, and start our bored lives achanging.
Summer is on the Way
Ah Skylark, Skylark It's March and yet you sing So early this time - So what will summer bring? The warm and sunny days Will burnish your happy song Fields and ponds and leafy lanes Will surely sing along. For you are the harbinger Of English summer times, And as the world warms and changes You will be busy in these clines. The sound of your call freezes My troubles old and new For one blissful moment I fly up there with you. April 2004
Old Man
What's your story Old man? What have you seen And done? Put down that watering can And sit here in the sun. Tell me of wars Old man Times short of work And food Did you serve or work the land Just did the best you could? And after that Old man You say you took A wife Had a child but lost her So ran away from life. You ran for thirty years Old man? And never more saw Your home? Do you find this garden Has cured your need to roam? Are you happy now Old man? Do you hear the Skylarks song? Is your soul at peace here Have your demons gone? I've heard your story Old man So I know what To do If life is cruel to me sometime I'll get a garden too.
Rupert
He's bouncy, he's hairy, he's mad He's messy, he's noisy, he's bad But this new golden pup Shakes my happy cells up. So I'm joyful and grateful and glad.
2nd November 2013