Cheerful poems

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

CheerfulDave Bonta

Doppelgänger

who goes with me whoever I am born with a beard like a red bush thick as gossip and a smile like fire on Christmas
CheerfulDave Bonta

Ghazal

The little boy with hemophilia speaks in a whisper, they said. The female traffic cop was too attractive. People kept stopping to ask directions, I said. While you were picking berries behind the house, a bear walked down the driveway, they said. A tanager, an oriole & a goldfinch, all males, in a single tree at dusk: three flames, I said. In Newfoundland’s only remaining ancient forest, the trees are six inches tall, they said. We stopped on the way home from D.C. to read a historical marker for the Shadow of Death, I said.
CheerfulDave Bonta

Sticky gift

my wife got me a stick for pain for keeping the light from one’s eyes for £100 but I cannot tell how to use it
CheerfulDave Bonta

Self-impersonation

I put on my shoes and must not fear another audit is a clear bell it is an adventure to play ourselves
CheerfulDave Bonta

Job description

night messenger with boots all dirty and aches fit for service surveyor of the sea that we desire more than the king’s own spring must be a fly must be a mind must be present
CheerfulDave Bonta

Nor’easter

white-out in the park the snow is here to lick and play an instrument I have so longed for
CheerfulDave Bonta

Content provider

my whore of a mind never had more company in books an evening in bed with it is one of full content
CheerfulDave Bonta

Indies

where an island is things fire up jade and bold laughing with us at us
CheerfulDave Bonta

Cum grano salis

for my sins I ate only a little salt this first hard frost is a cold supper
CheerfulDave Bonta

Quick, dead

all the morning people busy and mad and I content with being dead
CheerfulDave Bonta

Instagrammar

with clean nails making a bit of meat in the kitchen all alone I set down my days perfect from nature and got my first red likes
CheerfulDave Bonta

Princess, abdicating

how the king is made a child cannot believe it is impossible that ambition to master all things but have nothing to do in matters of the state of play the sand we stand on finds infinite fault with it and I resolve to be the world

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