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Happiness

Happiness 

My happiness is made from-
the bright yellow petal of a golden daffodil
the sugary sweetness of a doughnut
the soft fur of a Guinea pig
and the sapphire waves crashing
against the shore

I found it –
at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean
lying in a robin’s feathery nest
sleeping in a bed of roses
shining above the glittering  moon
sitting in a Catherine wheel about
to set off .

This happiness can –
change the world
stop children fighting
make wars cease
eat away anger
cause sadness to smile.

If I lost this happiness-
I would cry till I die.

The moon is…

The moon is
As silver as a crystal on a ring
Like a sparkling diamond
Bright sight.

A llama is
As fluffy as a pompom
Like a warm jacket
Savage spitter.

A rose is
As red as a blushing tomato
Like a bloodshot eye
Prickling beauty.

A pillow is
As soft as a pink marshmallow
Like a stick of candyfloss
Sleep bringer.

Poem of Imagination

A lion’s tooth,
as sharp as a double edged sword,
like a archer firing a flaming arrow through the sky.
Killing pearl.

A albino whale,
as pale as moonlight on water,
like a crystal descending through the depths.
Water’s secret.

The darkest forest,
as black as a witch’s heart,
like a feather fallen from a crow.
Loud silence.

A shooting star,
as fast as a cheetah in a fit,
like a falling shard of stargold.
Flying wisher.

A pen,
as colourful as a million rainbows combined,
like a bomb, ready to explode with ideas.
Writer’s sidekick.

A poem,
as interesting as an adventure packed story,
like a pile of ideas ready to be improved.
End of this one.

The Ship of Happiness

On the ship of happiness, the blue, shining waves crash upon the sides of the big ship.

On the ship of happiness, the great sails flutter like butterflies on the breeze.

On the ship of happiness, the wooden oars glide through the emerald sea.

On the ship of happiness, the portholes glow like lanterns from inside the ship.

On the ship of dreams

On the ship of dreams,
the oars gently pull through the smooth water
ripples dancing across the reflected pinpricks of golden light.

 

On the ship of dreams,
the silver sails carry the little boat along the endless black waters
following the the bright light of the Star of the North.

 

On the ship of dreams,
the coils of rope gleam bright by the light of the moon,
like silver snakes smiling up at the stars.

On the ship of dreams,
the deck sways gently along with the movement of the water,
casting oars into the deep.

 

On the ship of dreams,
the captain stares out across the velvet waters,
wondering if he will ever see land again.