Cheerful poems

Cheerful poems — a collection of the best works on Poemship.

CheerfulDave Bonta

L’esprit de l’escalier

stairs like a place to practice going to the bottom of things the difficult ground of a wren his swearing freely at the odd robin
CheerfulDave Bonta

Afterlife

I might find great satisfaction in being a bear in the meantime sun is enough and the old ground but the ridiculous angels do not see anything but a book
CheerfulDave Bonta

Comedian

concerning solemn things I doubt their verdict of truth like a pulpit to protest in I confess no sins to the state no sorrow to my midnight
CheerfulDave Bonta

Feed a fever

sick all day at home my books depress so I make room for more leg of pork and a roasted head setting my paper supper
CheerfulDave Bonta

Time management

out of a stick person I make a new enemy but how to trust such a seer with the management of lead I was so ready to alter the present the clock and I danced all night
CheerfulDave Bonta

Crowd ritual

I see the ceremony in a crowd a high mass of people here a beggar here a fine lady her pocket being picked for music their go-along selves for a sacrament only mirth
CheerfulDave Bonta

I beg to differ

who among nonconformists expect to have their day my words keep differing with my lips
CheerfulDave Bonta

First timers

the first time is a small but needful dominion a boat of unfortunate paper an ink that occasions silence a man who escaped prison in woman’s apparel you crow like a cock at the table of it and I am summoned like an answer in words words words I learn old things all over again out of hope
CheerfulDave Bonta

Deal maker

all the ire I have seen did little but dinner and discourse give me all I want a pair of old shoes which fit old things
CheerfulDave Bonta

Mechanic

under my car all afternoon to see what sings
CheerfulDave Bonta

Low bar

a drink stiff as any prejudice better for me than a head full of intrigue having it to go serving the tomb is an art
CheerfulDave Bonta

Substitutionary

I find no love in the abstract of my pocket nothing but a little god and my hat which I am glad to eat

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