Possibility.

One word, a fragment of a thought, that manages to carry hope.

And I guess the problem with it is that it, even with its inherent fragility, bears a lot of responsibility at the same time.

I think that's the beauty of it, too.

Whatever you want in this world, you can have it. 

See? That's the hope, the optimism.

But the catch is the can.

Because you have to have the will to execute.

Realize it - that's the responsibility, the charge.

It's a balance.

Between your passion, the driving force, and chance you won't be strong enough.

Possibility's a fight.

But I like to think of it as the good fight, this thought of mine.

The only one worth joining in.

When it's a hard day, 

a rough day,

a tough day,

a bad day, 

a butt day,

a sad day,

a stuff day...

a day that just can't

add up to a Much day,

I curl up on my perch and I

read some strange poems

about gypsies or dreamers or

things that go wrong

but that often get better

as things often do

and then I feel hope

and I hope you do, too.

A sip of wine,

A hand held fondly;

Watching our children at play

While being watched

By the one that slipped

To heaven before us.

A sip of wine,

A hand held fondly;

Watching the setting sun

On the blissful day

And on our golden years

Knowing we made the world just a bit better.

I have to admit I am quite a neat freak,

Conveying Lady Macbeth’s psychotic mystique.

So “out damned spot!”

Is my happy thought,

Rinsing imaginary blood with an alarming shriek.

*This time, I intentionally eschewed the minimum word count because I thoroughly enjoyed my limerick (and the voices told me to do it.)

My happy thought is a memory

A memory of a warm smile

A freckled face

And a gentle touch

A memory that can bring a smile to my face

Even on my darkest days

But he is just a memory

That only exists in the past

Yet he still continues to make my happy days last

My happy thought is unobtainable

It´s a vision a world which is not sustainable

I want all animals to be safe and free

I want everything in nature just to be

No abuse or cruelty no pain

For the world to be beautiful and perfect again

I know this will never happen because humans own the land

Everything dies or falls at their hand

So if I had just one wish this year

It would be to make us all disappear!

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My happy 

thought?

Possibly 

in rhyme?

That's a laugh. 

I think 'A' 

must be

going daft 

or else

new poets

have a 

better time

than when 

I first

set out upon 

the path of 

rhythmic crime. 

To read 

a book or

speak in time 

to the cadences 

of uplifted minds

was to end up

with broken glasses

unless the poet

was particularly 

gifted

at kicking asses. 

You see, 

critics were 

very much

the fashion

and hated readers

with a passion. 

Then came 

the Beatles,

humming, strumming

hairy and loud

and rhyming 

was at last

in play

for the 

in crowd

as long as it

was in songs

with 'love' and 'yeah'. 

So if the

going got tough

and the gang

got pissed,

you could

always yell

'don't hit me

I'm just

the lyricist!'

Anyway t'was

all for the 

best and 

hey, not

to be rude,

any time

I feel

the pain,

I remember,

poets need

a bit of honest 

suffering

anyway,

dude.  

"You can't use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have." Maya Angelou

What a quote from Maya Angelou “You can't use up creativity more you use, the more you have.” Wow, I have creativity, we ALL have creativity.

I am encouraged by ALL of you that write and read blogs, and I know that's why I started writing. Thank you for encouraging me by reading, thank you for your words and lead me to my full potential.

Once upon a time my happy thought was to ride my bicycle up to behind our church so I could feed the horses apples and peppermint's. I lived every moment for those two horses, but I was too poor for horses.

Then later my babies came and they were so precious, I had four baby boys all in a row!

They were my happy thoughts, but are grow up now and have gone away. Don't see them much.

Then one day I got a horse of my own!

That was the happiest day of my life, he was everything I dreamed of and more! We had adventures! Then I got another bigger horse who was younger and he was a blast! He was so wonderful. Those were my heart, my breath my happy thoughts. But last October they died within two days of each other. Now I have an empty pasture to look at everyday.

Somehow all my happy thoughts have slowly gone away.

No more happy thoughts today.