Smiling Sunday - news
I have to tell you that as it stands at the moment, two poems have touched my heart. The standard is very high - they are all very good. But two stand out at the moment. Come on keep those chuckle muscles going as Ken Dodd would say. Keep writing. I hope you all are enjoying it as much as I am. Winner announced 8.30 pm London UK time. Thank you for doing this- it means a lot.
poetwithcancer
Sunday Smile // My chuckle muscles today are a wee bit flabby. / I'll have to write about it to Dear Abby. / Maybe she will have some good adivce / To help me break the chuckle-freezing ice. / But, I can still recall / Chuckles of yore; / And a smiling spirit is a spirit suckled / By the good light; and a laughing spirit is even better, / Smiles and laughter can break many a binding fetter. / A recalled chuckle is that old chuckle re-chuckled. / And remembered smiles and laughter come alive in the heart, just as they were before. // It is important to smile and/or laugh every day. / As often as one may. / Smiling and laughter are the hidden heart's most open pay. / But Sunday may be special to our living clay. / Usually, people don't have to work on Sunday. / That makes it easier for smiling and laughing on such a fun day. / Whether at a pic-nic, in an easy chair, or at any church; / A pic-nic in the park, will fill the billow of life with a sense of life's breathing air, / In the great out-door church, domed by the sky, where the spirit is free to search: / Or in a builded church, with fellowshipping others close in love; / Even a builded church in within the outside church domed by the sky above. / Or just peacefully in your armchair rest, there sit and rest and smile. / Reading a book, or dreming, or even watching TV-- / Perhaps a watching a rip-roaring comedy-- / Then the smiles and laughter will flow fast and loose and free. / Whatever way we spend the day, on Sunday and every other day, / We should each and all take time for a good laugh and a happy smile. / Because while we are here, we can have smiles and laughter. / No one can be truly sure of what can or may or will come after. / But we know we are here only for a little while. // Written by Michael LP, aka PoetWithCancer / Written on Sunday, January 29, 2012 12:18
Sunday Smile // My chuckle muscles today are a wee bit flabby. / I'll have to write about it to Dear Abby. / Maybe she will have some good adivce / To help me break the chuckle-freezing ice. / But, I can still recall / Chuckles of yore; / And a smiling spirit is a spirit suckled / By the good light; and a laughing spirit is even better, / Smiles and laughter can break many a binding fetter. / A recalled chuckle is that old chuckle re-chuckled. / And remembered smiles and laughter come alive in the heart, just as they were before. // It is important to smile and/or laugh every day. / As often as one may. / Smiling and laughter are the hidden heart's most open pay. / But Sunday may be special to our living clay. / Usually, people don't have to work on Sunday. / That makes it easier for smiling and laughing on such a fun day. / Whether at a pic-nic, in an easy chair, or at any church; / A pic-nic in the park, will fill the billow of life with a sense of life's breathing air, / In the great out-door church, domed by the sky, where the spirit is free to search: / Or in a builded church, with fellowshipping others close in love; / Even a builded church in within the outside church domed by the sky above. / Or just peacefully in your armchair rest, there sit and rest and smile. / Reading a book, or dreming, or even watching TV-- / Perhaps a watching a rip-roaring comedy-- / Then the smiles and laughter will flow fast and loose and free. / Whatever way we spend the day, on Sunday and every other day, / We should each and all take time for a good laugh and a happy smile. / Because while we are here, we can have smiles and laughter. / No one can be truly sure of what can or may or will come after. / But we know we are here only for a little while. // Written by Michael LP, aka PoetWithCancer / Written on Sunday, January 29, 2012 12:18
(I just noticed this, here is my submission. I will place it among my posted poems tomorrow, but for now, here it is:) // SUNDAY SMILE // My chuckle muscles today are a wee bit flabby. / I'll have to write about it to Dear Abby. / Maybe she will have some good adivce / To help me break the chuckle-freezing ice. / But, I can still recall / Chuckles of yore; / And a smiling spirit is a spirit suckled / By the good light; and a laughing spirit is even better, / Smiles and laughter can break many a binding fetter. / A recalled chuckle is that old chuckle re-chuckled. / And remembered smiles and laughter come alive in the heart, just as they were before. // It is important to smile and/or laugh every day. / As often as one may. / Smiling and laughter are the hidden heart's most open pay. / But Sunday may be special to our living clay. / Usually, people don't have to work on Sunday. / That makes it easier for smiling and laughing on such a fun day. / Whether at a pic-nic, in an easy chair, or at any church; / A pic-nic in the park, will fill the billow of life with a sense of life's breathing air, / In the great out-door church, domed by the sky, where the spirit is free to search: / Or in a builded church, with fellowshipping others close in love; / Even a builded church in within the outside church domed by the sky above. / Or just peacefully in your armchair rest, there sit and rest and smile. / Reading a book, or dreming, or even watching TV-- / Perhaps a watching a rip-roaring comedy-- / Then the smiles and laughter will flow fast and loose and free. / Whatever way we spend the day, on Sunday and every other day, / We should each and all take time for a good laugh and a happy smile. / Because while we are here, we can have smiles and laughter. / No one can be truly sure of what can or may or will come after. / But we know we are here only for a little while. // Written by Michael LP, aka PoetWithCancer / Written on Sunday, January 29, 2012 12:18 PM PST 50 degrees F. Humidity: 12% Forecast: overcast / Copyright (C) by Michael LP. All rights reserved. (Copyrighted for my estate)