Sun-shines never Shine

The man who persists in knocking will succeed in entering.

Moses Ibn Ezra
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Sunshine's never shine as bright as this.
Except on days when the sky is blue.
And the land itself has not a clue.
Weather the dark clouds will take a piss--

And rain down on them to quench their thirst.
Or if the blistering summer heat;
Will continue to beat, down on the creatures.
That roam the once green, fields of these pastures.

Sunshine's never shine as bright as this.
Except on days when the sky is clear.
And the barren land begins to fear.
That the clouds, might not cry to bring bliss--

To the rivers, who's waters have drowned.
In the dry depths of an aging land.
That has seen many a wetter day.
In times when clouds told the story--

Of the ancestors that made them sad.
Yet made the land and animals glad.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Men met me in my many moods

The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.

Vidal Sassoon
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many men, met me in my merriment.
smiling, with joy that must be heaven sent.
by the Gods themselves--in a good mood--
that made melancholy begin to brood.

when i felt the joy of being in the now.
i felt deep down i wanted to shout out 'Wow!'.
Wow! how good it feels to be in this mood.
that makes me feel i do not need food--

to eat so long as i can feel the heat.
of the suns rays on my ebony skin.
or the warmth in the body of my kin.
who is to me what toes are to the feet.

men, met me in my many states of mind.
they met me when my joy was on a grind.
and they met me in the bleakest of times.
when my happiness could not move his limbs.

some men did meet me in the early morn.
when my thoughts were still a wee-bit forlorn.
because my melancholy mood was just--
now beginning to show some signs of rust.

when i felt almost as black as the night.
i wanted to gobble up the rest of the light.
so that you no longer see what is right.
in front of you even though it is bright!

© 2019 The Poets Peace

An Early Bird

Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.

Dalai Lama

Once, in a small village there lived a man named Shaun.
That always awoke, early before the dawn.
So he could catch worms like an early bird.
Without anyone spying and thinking him absurd.
For eating worms before he began to yawn.

© 2020 The Poets Peace

Positivity Press #10

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.

Robert Frost

spreading positive vibes like butter on bread.

Pen to paper

I am a gardener.
But only metaphorically (I know nothing of the ancient art of tending a garden).
Being a gardener, I always try to cultivate an attitude of optimism.

Most days, negativity can’t even claw her tendrils into me as I’m always on guard.
Like the Night’s Watch, I’m forever on alert for any unhealthy thoughts lurking in my mind.

Yet sometimes; I can’t help but frown when life does manage to coil her weeds of negativity around me.
When she spoils my toil by burying me in a heap of melancholy so deep I can’t tell up from down.

It’s in those moments; when I can’t seem to take it any longer, that I remind myself to cultivate an attitude of positivity by focusing on the things I am grateful for.

The small things really.

Like how grateful I am for the warmth of the sun on a…

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the never noticed nouns

Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny.

C.S. Lewis
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i am the word.
the writer refused.
the syllable,
purged by the poet.

its been a long time
since my last use.

my power
has begun to rust,
like the metal
on a shipwrecked boat.

that never sailed the seven seas
long, enough to conquer the high seas.

i am the metaphor
that never tread
past the door
that kept me locked

away from the vision
of his imagination.

i have never
ever felt the joy
of being deployed
in his story.

never have i shared in the glory
of the makings of a good poems' history.

i am the sad smile
that never walked a mile
in the boots of a simile
that was told "be free!"

i am the poem
that was never penned
and convinced to conform
to the form of his creative hand.

and yet.

i hope
that i elope
with his favor and be part
of making love an art.
that sounds way better
when we're together!

© 2020 The Poets Peace

Poets Practice

The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.

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practice, practice, practice

poets practice

penning poems
at the park
and at the parking lot.

they practice, practice, practice

painting pictures poetically
by producing poems aplenty
in everyday of their poetic life.

practice, practice, practice

poets practice

by putting pen to paper
in order to produce
pretty potent poetry.

they practice, practice, practice

penning page after page
of playfully put together poems
that when packed together
produce piles of poetic pieces.

poets practice

by putting pen to paper
and penning page after page
of prose possessing the power
to pack a poetic punch!

practice, practice, practice

poets practice

by playfully picking apart
bits of prose
and packing them into poems
that point to peace
as the present people state.

they practice, practice, practice.

by painting pictures poetically.
potent poets personify poetry.

they practice, practice, practice

by pretending to perform
pensive pieces in poetic form
till they're panting from painting plenty--
pictures poetically!

© 2020 The Poets Peace