Bob Blackwell

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On Being Happy - Poem by Bob Blackwell

The sun has set on yet another day.
I am relaxed and at peace as,
I listen to the sounds of the night;
an owl’s mournful hoot,
the wind blowing,
the fire settling, and
the beautiful chords of a guitar,
playing my sort music.

The moon is crescent shaped,
on the horizon I see a fishing boat,
crew no doubt looking forward to
unload their catch and returning home.
A welcome glow awaits their arrival
from their small white homes on harbours edge.

The air is warm, the moon still rising,
the waves lap on the shore.
I feel at ease, rested, and
enjoying the company of myself.
I sigh, close my eyes,
and sink deeper in my chair.

Thoughts of experiences, incidents that shaped my life.
Happy events, sad times, pass through my mind.
Unsettled, I shake them off, I must not grasp.
I think of future plans, but mood is still affected.
I must not expect.
I take a deep breath, I slowly exhale
to return to present moments.

The moon rises higher,
it looks brighter and bigger,
its reflected light makes
obscure formations that
jump and ripple with incoming tide.

Flames from fire
dance and stretch ever upwards
to light the blackness of the night;
and the shadows formed,
make hurried patterns in the sand.

I hear, the buzz of the village
as it prepares for night,
the waves breaking on the shore,
the crew’s excited chatter
as they unload there fishy catch,
and in the distance, a roll of thunder.





I feel a slight breeze,
the warmth of fire,
the sand between my toes.
I smell: the sea, its salty air,
drives out the scent of smoke,
I taste the brine.

Catch unloaded, fishermen walk home.
I wonder what their evening has in store.
A happy time for all I hope.
For some there could be trouble,
an unhappy spouse, a child not well,
unwanted bill, emergency.

For others a smile, a kiss,
a welcome meal, a hug
family talk, school talk
happy talk,
a loving silence.

I reflect on how we cannot
search for happiness. How
we must know our own true self,
work with love
and live the right kind of life,
before happiness will come.

We must learn from our mistakes,
become aware of all around,
help others when we see a need.
We’ll then enjoy each precious
moment and live each one with joy.

My fire is a dying, embers do not glow,
means it is a time for me to end my reverie.
The village is quiet, streets are empty,
lights are going out, people are in bed.

As the evening moves to night,
I see the stars come out and
wonder at the vastness of it all.
The Milky Way so dense with stars,
makes our world seem very small.

I release my body from my chair,
collect my thoughts and things,
to close, to make an end.
Time to rest, to sleep, a time of
recovery for happy days ahead.
.


Comments about On Being Happy by Bob Blackwell

  • (10/22/2009 6:41:00 AM)


    BOB, This is a great reflective poem on thoughts about happiness! I liked the
    positive note with which it ends! 10!
    -Raj
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  • (9/29/2009 1:03:00 AM)


    very true we need not search for happiness...our true self is so full of it...man strives for sorrow...and he calls it development....a lovely thought in this whispering poem (Report) Reply

  • (8/14/2009 7:28:00 AM)


    Like many, I have a simple theory for happiness: finding it within myself. No formula. its always there. Time and circumstances change. Your happiness change with it. So far, so good.
    And then you get old. If you've learnt anything so far about happiness....it'll show...daily. Ability to live in dignity. And bouncing back...
    Importantly, happiness does not belong to the sages and superhumans. Its for all. Human foibles is a great dissolver of happinesss......
    If you choose to live within the grasp of reality within your control....you are then in peace with yourself......
    Cheers.
    Subroto
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  • (7/22/2009 1:48:00 PM)


    dear bob.....the poem carries you along in one breath! a visual which i could see in my minds eye., and i will always remember this poem.it has some magic in it.
    ,
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  • (6/29/2009 7:24:00 AM)


    I release my body from my chair,
    collect my thoughts and things,
    to close, to make an end.
    Time to rest, to sleep, a time of
    recovery for happy days ahead.'

    This is a beautiful, inspirational write indeed! ! ! i hope, my days will lighten up soon sir...
    words of an angel indeed! ! ! yet i dont how i can get this feeling out of my head..'Life is but a walking shadow, tale told by an idiot signyfying nothing'.. this is said by Macbeth, when he sees his end! ! when his character was disintegrated.. may be i m a disintegrated character too! ! ! ... yet this site sort of helped to mend my pieces together! !

    nice write sir 10++

    with love shan
    .
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  • Diana Van Den Berg (6/7/2009 2:06:00 AM)


    Lovely! I needed to de-stress. Thank you. Yes, we don't need to search for happiness. It is all around us. We just need to open our eyes to everything, including, as you say, ourselves, and then reach out and give it first and touch it in all forms of people and nature and happenings and we will abound in happiness. When humanity reaches the level of civilisation of wild animals, what a wonderful world we will have! (Report) Reply

  • (5/28/2009 8:18:00 AM)


    I love this soliloquy.....from the first line to the last......a fountain of thought. (Report) Reply

  • Cindy Kreiner Sera (5/23/2009 4:22:00 PM)


    Be happy in the morning with what you have. Be happy in the evening with what you are. Inbetween be happy with the many things mentioned here Bob - happiness is counting our blessings. Wonderful look outwards...thank you (Report) Reply

  • (5/8/2009 6:40:00 AM)


    What a great picture you have painted here Bob, a positive, uplifting poem, made me count my blessings too,
    10
    Lynda xx
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  • (3/4/2009 10:12:00 PM)


    happiness is a state of mind, within, not outside... living in the present moment, and trying to keep those voices from the past in the periphery of mind, not giving them attention- in other words living with awareness. such a beautiful poem to start my day with. I was seeing through your eyes and smiling. thanks Bob.10


    Mamta
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  • Meggie Gultiano (12/27/2008 4:37:00 AM)


    a very inspiring piece. Thank you so much for the very beautiful uplifting piece.God bless you (Report) Reply

  • (12/22/2008 11:53:00 PM)


    You words 'I reflect how we cannot search for happiness' recalls to to mind the following stanza of my own poem 'Happiness' - also posted on this site, on my own page.

    'However long, however far-
    spreading your quest may be,
    too many are, too tiny are
    the splingers all for you to see'

    This poem begins as follows:

    'Happiness perhaps once had features
    of a single, compact whole;
    but countless are the craving creatures
    praying God some bliss to dole.

    HE therefore must have sadly shattered
    Happiness into many a bit
    and had the pieces widely scattered
    to give all a glimpse of it.'

    You are worried not only about your own happiness but of the happiness of poor and needy folk such as the fishermen, and have described well how they have to toil for the sake of two square meals a day. Very noble sentiments. Ten again.
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  • (11/15/2008 7:55:00 AM)


    Respected Poet,

    Yours words are good and delve deep to profound.The spiritual fervor is seen and readers get delighted by your verse.
    The peace of human heart leads the humanity tolive in harmony. Yours singing verse are giving more galore music and charms. God Bless you.
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  • Sathyanarayana M V S (10/30/2008 7:00:00 AM)


    This poem began almost like my poem MY DARK NIGHTS. But mine goes into gloom, while ur poem runs like gentle flow of a river runs with ease. I read it as if I was watching a good movie. I could visualize the scene, u sitting in the chair musing over.......it is just a great experience only few poems can bestow.......Thanks....10. I remember if time permits pl. take a look at my old poem DILETTANTISH HUNGER. (Report) Reply

  • Fay Slimm (8/21/2008 3:43:00 PM)


    Yes enjoy each precious moment- how very true. Your writing is inspiring and very beautiful to read. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • (3/21/2007 2:42:00 PM)


    I liked the first part, before the break. The hoot of an owl, the fire settling in the grate, guitar music, and the sounds of waves on the shore. Idyllic. Who could ask for more? Lovely, Bob.

    Love, Fran xxx
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  • (3/20/2007 3:20:00 PM)


    Bob, what a treat to our senses. You take us on a journey with sight, sound and taste. As I read I could see what you could see, smell what you could smell and taste what you could taste. A stunning portrait painted with words. Awesome my friend. Really AWESOME. Thanks so much for sharing this my friend.
    David
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  • (3/20/2007 12:19:00 PM)


    Bob, you really are on a roll today. Another stunning piece of artistry. So well descriped I felt like I was watching the day unfold with you.
    The added pieces about life compliments this well.Wonderful piece.
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  • (3/20/2007 11:24:00 AM)


    A very soothing read Bob,
    Danny
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, June 24, 2011


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