Cheerful poems

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

CheerfulDave Bonta

Cosmogony

the first office was a sun a great dirty star overtaking the coffee-house of our mother night
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Light entertainment

light is an old acquaintance come with a pick-axe into the cellar a mad night-gown of silk I wear it as an experiment in walking upright a private game let it fall where it will more real than any answer that nothing on the stage
CheerfulDave Bonta

Secret agent

I tell my mind to my sandwich how in the country of creeds and good chocolate the young get vicious and the king’s ear is with child as water is with ice
CheerfulDave Bonta

Transient

a little rain the bear passing through town needs no advice
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The strong, silent type

words love quiet as the office a clock or horses the evening we ride easily through the streets feet cramped by new hard boots
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Vinegar

after-dinner discourse about how to stay lit: the mother talking to the wine
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In the park

drinking wine in the park the dog dancing as I look over the paper
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Hands

my hands all morning meet to put things in order grow fat with content and love a falling out like the lord and lady of a nothing little town
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Captive audience

reading to the hogs as I have done my books come to taste of liberty
CheerfulDave Bonta

Deconstruction Site

To think they were back there all that time someone said meaning the half-dozen snakes of three different species our bathroom remodeling project displaced but my own thoughts kept dwelling on that huge nest of razor blades in the wall where the mirror had been We propped up the roof and ripped the bathroom walls out keeping the fixtures intact so that the shower stall stood fully exposed to the breeze and blowing rain for half that summer Ah
CheerfulDave Bonta

Begin the beguine

in many hands I perceive a dance of great use and small trouble dark and light ice wine
CheerfulDave Bonta

Piscean

an old fish I have my dinner in a jug talking about ice and who will give up all for the oven

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