SYMBOLS FOR HAPPINESS

Create a poem about happiness
Use a rich form of descriptive language
Try to symbolize it, let it be visible!
What does it look like, sound like
Is it a sunflower, a bluebird, a butterfly

Minimum two stanzas, no explicit language-
Enjoy

A Box Full Of Bitches

better than a box full of kittens
is a box full of bitches
the symbol of happiness is no mistake
bitches in their panties I must take
into a whole new world of booty hole
never let a bitch tell me what to do
I tell the bitches where they itches
scratch it my bitch
and scratch my balls too
the way to my heart is down your throat
I love bad bitches that like to quote
Shakespeare in times of pleasantry
their booty hole must be entered in my journal
of lust diary
allow me to inquire about your hourly wage
because I'm not paying a damn cent
your booty is bent
I enter the darkness and the rhythm
bitches unite and swallow my wisdom

THANK YOU HEAPS Bo, for starting off this comp!

you are my happiness
i confide whatever is chewing my mind
you talk to me so kind
a boy of your  demeanor is so hard to find
when you are having a bad day you are nice to others
just to make up for it.
God could a girl find a better boyfriend.

Thank you for a great entry, SKINNY

Happy in my Happiness

the yellow sun rays
shining on green hills
tall grasses waving
caressed by the wind

the subtle colours
of a rainbow against the sky
when the day drizzles
like angels shedding tears

the sounds of birds
busy as the evening falls
shades of grey on the ground
as the sun sets

the cacophony of sounds
mating frogs and cicadas
gentle breeze on bamboo leaves
hum a haunting lullaby

happily in happiness
of familiarity
like a mother's hug
love's embrace.

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HAPPY AM I

A newborn’s first cry
Creatures that fly
A slice of apple pie
Kids playing outside
Sunset in the sky
Another day done
And I’m still alive

On the Nature of Happiness

I know happiness must taste different
than the dry mouth of desperation.
Some sweet concoction, dripping
warm and golden on the tongue.
Happiness must have a different forecast

from the day's first fall of sadness.
I believe happiness has a texture,
not raised but smooth and slippery
as Venetian glass. It seems that joy
would logically create a vibrant,

bubbling brew of voices and happenings,
but in truth I believe it is a transparent,
liquid legato of silence. That weightless,
eerie quiet one experiences when
she suddenly finds herself content

within her own skin. Not needing anyone
to make her feel complete or whole,
knowing that inside her lies
all the answers to all the questions
she has ever asked, all the love

and tenderness she has ever ached for.
Perhaps a light lullaby of rain
like the tinkling of piano keys
against the echoes of tears which have
finally cessated their song. Just perhaps,

an impossibly faint, evanescent,
effluent music, like the tugging
of a smile at the corners or her mouth.

Thank you much Snuggle, Grace,and Toni for great entries!

I don't think that there is a "happy" life, but there may be some happy moments in it.


ARRIVALS
 
There I show you, coming out of the arrivals,
I could fight for you to death a million rivals,
Cause you are the sweetest girl in the whole world,
like a million stars your eyes are bright and shinning,
love is in your face again my life defining,
Let’s begin, let our love story to unfold.

You are smiling and your hand to me you're waving,
in my heart this picture I'm for ever saving,
where the flow of time never can obscure,
just two seconds and you jump into my bosom,
like a flower is your scent, in its full blossom,
and you kiss me with a love for which I'm sure.

The whole universe our kissing is approving
and the airport with our happiness is grooving,
passers by just take a look and then they smile,
bit by bit my heart is tuned to your arrival,
your heart beat confirms this "Summer Blast" revival,
let us take the road and share our every mile.

greying temples ~

its as though eons devoured
an ancient civilisation
and left the wind
to scatter
its silvery remains
against the slopes
of his bones...

... sometimes i think
its the crumbling corners
of Craigneith's dust
trapped
in once ebon silk
and my fingers roam
those remnants,
curling into
the stories i tell

i can taste
the salt
of his experience
when i press my lips
to the greying strands
and whisper
my secrets into
their silence,
only they know
he's my happy place,
a place to call home

Horny, and Katja, great works!

'you' syllable: 'the' fulfilling mantra
   
1.    
in your presence        
       
a vaporizing feverish
crisis, arise in wafery
trembling layers
over heavy beating
pain gravity
 
tongue licks in
your nostril warmth:
a relief of new normalcy
streamlines
upon sliding down spathy lids
with narrowy frillridges
running inbetween
to deviate  
daylights  

beautysleeps instant
in vivid dreamvisions
within twin darkmoons
in random zigzagging  

chants your name
repititive
in just smooth vowel syllables
even over consonant hitpeaks
thusly unhurting your arrival
in fullness permanence
skies    
 
           
2.    
in your absence      
     
fingers roll
in an invisible spiral
in endless innard turns
like your concentric depths
of pulsating shimmer-eyes
which I stare forever
in magnetic
fixations  

gulps,a string
of sweetsour anxious chunks
over silences
in hard-immobilized logjams
that need shameless revelations
by even a slightest chime
of real talkings, in
awaits
so long  

ears heaten up
from inner volcanic cochlears
spitting electric
its molten lava
unto reddening papery margins
in switching glisten-embers
like those fuelling links
between us  

energies
keep deep-delving
in your intricate searches
those which phase-transforms
melting away
my fleshy dilutions
cell by cell, in your gradual
crave-haunting hope-memories
merely leaves
an unseeing pithy dot
of holistic me
orbiting to be an integral one
with your
soul spherule    
     

Cascading Waterfall


Happiness? A waterfall
Cascading off the cliff
Against a singing low curl.
Vigorous overjoyed oafish,
Discreet heat hits the bones
My argument for this stage
Absorbed by the whoosh
Organic smile, jolly heart,
My stocking for the year,
Now I'm receptive to
The occasion of happiness.
I was a slave to sadness,
Watching the ants rejuvenated
My inner soul from quicksand
The negative sheep melted
Confidence lacking, apologies
Nimble with the wooden grin.
Beautiful waterfall!
From soggy I jumped
Now I respect all life,
The windy breeze to the face
Punctured a premium of grace,
Scientifically flooded space
With the lowest self-esteem.
Plants approve of my change
"Welcome to happiness,
Where have you been sir?"
I was trapped in the land of
The undeserving love cycle,
A place of great turmoil,
I'm back to prove my worth
To the great waterfall of Earth,
No longer removed from the scene
Peel my gorgeous armour beneath
Can you see my glowing perception?
Off a cliff cascaded a waterfall,
Off a cliff self-esteem returned anew
Tomorrow is here, yesterday passed
Happiness has reared its beautiful head.

Uma and Ian, thanks for the great entries!