Happy: Fit Write In

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Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

Happy 12th Birthday, Danny! Acrostic

To our dear boy on his big day

We raise a toast: may Danny stay

Ever so kind and gentle, for

Love makes us strong -- it is the core.

Veer not from love -- it is the light,

Ever so gentle, kind, and bright.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day April Challenge Day 8: Dare

Eleanor Dare

Did she feel happy

standing in the ancient church

on her wedding day,

an artist’s daughter

marrying a bricklayer

a tiler – her man,

still a teenager

like herself – did she tremble

when he kissed her lips?

Did she feel happy

already aware of what

was lying ahead –

the dangers of the

questionable journey to

the unexplored shores,

their son or daughter

crossing the ocean in the

vessel of her womb?

Did she feel happy

in her probably short life?

I daresay she did.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer ("Happy")

written for Poetic Asides

November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 6

Remember grownups always telling you

“Enjoy your childhood!”? – hollow it has rung

That doomed advice, but I am guilty, too

Of trying to bestow it on the young

They’re busy living, they’ve no use for our

Sage boring words, they know a better way

(Like climbing trees) to spend this precious hour

So bite your tongue and let them fly away

Let them be children, though it will not last

Just let them be. They’re in that magic place

Where time is stalled – no future, yet, no past

Just “happy now” shines on the old clock’s face

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

prompted by Poetic Asides 

image credit: http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/7evenj/roman_clock.jpg

Happy Valentine's Day!

You know it’s a lot of snow, when even here, in Baltimore, we can make

snowmen! 

 Live for the Love of it, 

The Happy Amateur

"Happy"

Marc Chagall 'Progulka' ('A Stroll')

1917

'Happy'

I’ve no weight, I’m a kite,

Fly me high, hold on tight,

Don’t let go of my hand,

Bye-bye, land!

Keep your feet on the ground,

Planet Earth’s small and round,

With its oceans and all,

Like a ball.

Limitations disperse,

You are my universe,

Standing firmly, and bound

To the ground.

I am air, I am light,

I am day, I am night,

Watch me how I go whee!

Fly with me?

Burning bright, burning clear,

From this world disappear

In the blink of an eye

You and I.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur


Today I'm linking this poem I wrote a while ago to The Mag #173 
(and I accidentally deleted the original post..)

https://www.artsy.net/artist/marc-chagall

"Forever Old" (a Happy Halloween poem)

“Darling, when we’re together, every day is Halloween.”

Morticia Addams

“Forever Old”

The moon was full, the graveyard

Was misty and serene,

The party had not started,

Just two of them were seen –

Just two decaying corpses:

A beggar one had been,

The other one, with tresses,

She’d been a cruel queen.

The beggar begged, “My dearest,

Come rattle bones with me,

I’m lonely, o my scariest,

As lonely as can be.”

Her teeth did click-cluck-clatter,

“Me? Rattle bones with you?

But, frankly, as a matter

Of fact…I’m lonely, too.”

“What do you mean, my mummy?

What is your final say?”

“Oh, do not be a dummy,

Come, rattle me away!

Let’s spend our death together,

Why not?  I’ll be your queen.”

(The dead began to gather:

‘twas time for Halloween.)

“What’s up?” they said.  “We’ll marry,”

The beggar told them. “Hey!

Woo-hoo!” they howled, “Be merry

And wed without delay,

Don’t let the iron go cold,

Strike!”  So, that night they wed

And stayed forever old,

Forever happy dead.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur

image credit Google