Posted in My Poems, Religious, tagged bard on the hill, Dennis Allen Lange, happiness, helping others, miserable, misery, more blessed to give than receive" >, pleasing others, poems, poetry, Recipe for Happiness, selfish, wrapped up in a ball on July 31, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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Make pleasing others your aim
And you will be happy the same.
The selfish, wrapped up in a ball
Are the most miserable of all.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in Poems of Other Poets, W-Z, tagged discontent, disease, doubt, faith, God, happiness, health, hope, malady, optimism, poem, poetry, thoughts on May 24, 2011| 1 Comment »
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough
Without your woes. No path is wholly rough;
Look for the places that are smooth and clear,
And speak of those, to rest the weary ear
Of Earth, so hurt by one continuous strain
Of human discontent and grief and pain.
Talk faith. The world is better off without
Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.
If you have faith in God, or man, or self,
Say so. If not, push back upon the shelf
Of silence all your thoughts, till faith shall come;
No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.
Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale
Of mortal maladies is worn and stale.
You cannot charm, or interest, or please
By harping on that minor chord, disease.
Say you are well, or all is well with you,
And God shall hear your words and make them true.
Posted in I-L, Poems of Other Poets, tagged anonymous, happiness, joy, living, poem, poetry on May 13, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Living
To touch the cup with eager lips and taste, not drain it;
To woo and tempt and court a bliss – and not attain it;
To fondle and caress a joy, yet hold it lightly,
Lest it become necessity and cling too tightly;
To watch the sun set in the west without regretting;
To hail its advent in the east – the night forgetting;
To smother care in happiness and grief in laughter;
To hold the present close – not questioning hereafter;
To have enough to share – to know the joy of giving;
To thrill with all the sweets of life – is living.
The Bard on the Hill 