How Can You Be Happy

How can you be happy

When really you're sad?

How can you be down

When really you're glad?

How can you be both

When you're only one?

How can your afflictions

You overcome?

How do you fight

When your arms are weak?

How do you instruct

When it hurts to speak?

How do push

That extra mile?

When it's hard to push

Your lips to a smile?

If you cry with me

I'll cry with you

Maybe together

This thing we'll get through

Maybe this day

Even though tough

Needs only a hug

To get through this stuff

If you get my back

I'll take yours

We'll do it together

That's what a friend's for

And tomorrow when comes

The bright shining sun

We'll lift each one up

And make that day fun.

-Sunshine Mama-

What If I Wrote

What if I wrote

a poem for you?

A poem that only

spoke the truth

It not only rhymed

but spoke softly

Of the little things

that I see?

The little things

that irk my mind,

The little things that

are unkind

The little things

that really say

The kind of things

that are hard to say

What if I rhymed

with intent in mind

to capture the feelings

in my mind

Maybe you'd like it,

then maybe not

I think it's more fun

to play blogspot

To rhyme in code

with words that play

Safely away

from the fray.

My Master's Been Thinking..

My master's been thinking

A lot about her blogs

Wondering if

She's only kissing frogs

Thinking about what she did before

Trying to recall

The view before

she opened up this door.

A door to a different world

Where faces are unseen

Only snapshots here and there

Capture what you mean

Words written

where only few are read

Words written

that sometimes ease your head.

Then when we leave this land

to live in all our strife

Are we better at

dealing with our life?

I Know I Should

I know I should, I've felt I could

Say some words to you

To welcome you to thank you

For seeing how I do

Even when told not to.

But that's ok that you came

To see me at this site

I'm amusing and polite

The kind of friend you'd like.

I won't cuss or gossip

To try and get you down

I won't even talk of death

Cause that would make you frown

I'll only say the witty things

The kinds of things you'd like

The kind of things my master thinks

Need a little insight.

It's Come To Me

It's come to me
Like a flash of light
The insight
That I just might
Need to share
A little more
About the things
I'm looking for
I'm looking for love
I'm looking for peace
A place where I
Can say my piece
A place where words
Can jump and run
You let them play
And they have fun
Words that giggle
And words that laugh
Words that hone
my master's craft
Words that that say
In simple ways
The words you never
Get to say.

Here I Am

Here I am

Look at me

Except one thing

There's nothing to see

There's nothing here

I'm not reality...

But just "what if...

What if there's more

here... than

what you were looking for?

What if there's gold

Behind this door?

What if there's silver

And love in store?

What if there's more

Than meets the eye?

What if this test blog

Was more than a try?

What if it's all

just smoke and glass

And what you

see here

Is something

that lasts?

Quiet Here

The words of my master

Have been quiet here

Lying still

But lying near

They are never far

Never out of reach

Only a thought

Allows them to teach

Teach you ask

What can they say?

How can a test blog

Talk this way?

It speaks the words

Its master writes

And written words

Bring forth life

And since life is born

within the pen

A test blog's words

Can live like men.

The Words Of My Master

The words of my master

Ring through her ears

The words she hears

rhyme without fear

They rattle and chase

about in her head

They jump and dance

And beg to be said

Speak they say

Say me out loud

Shout if you must

Your words draw a crowd

"Not really", I say

"No one will read...

The words of a test blog

No one will heed.

You must say

Something more wild

You must speak

the words of a child."

Still these words

Won't leave her be

Until her sleep

Helps her to flee.

Can A Test Blog Be Lonely

Can a test blog be lonely

If a test blog can't see?

Can a test blog speak out

If it's imaginary?

Can a test blog hear

If it was never given ears?

Can a test blog feel pain

Can a test blog have fears?

I suppose that it could

If eyes it were given

It could even speak

If words were written

It could even hear

If comments could count

And pain it might feel

If if were real, no doubt.

Here's A Little Rhyme

Here's a little rhyme

Because I'm out of time

And I need to find

Something that rhymes

Today was as full

As a Monday will go

As full as a test blog

likes to go

Tried a few new

Cute little backgrounds

The one I'm wearing now

Is what I found

What do you think

How do you like it?

How does it look?

How does it fit?

I'm A Blog About Nothing

I'm a blog about nothing

Nothing at all

Only an outlet

To rhyme and fall

A place to stumble

Over my words

A place to fumble

And reach to be heard

Test blogs are like that

Ya know...

They're only half done

They're not ready

To show

So you get to see

How it would be

Without the veil

Making me pretty

You get to see

Many dry runs

Which for me

Is what I call fun.

I Was Waiting For You

I must admit what's true

I was waiting for you

Waiting to see if you'd come

When told not to

I am a test blog

Testing out what's true

And it's interesting to see

How a blogger will be

But what is very true

Is that I was never meant to be

I was never meant to speak

I was never meant to see

I was only meant for practice

Practice for reality.

That is why I can say

I don't exist today

I See You've Looked Again

I see you've looked again

wondering about me

wondering why a test blog

would speak so freely

Well, here's the answer now

And I've told you this before

It doesn't matter what I say

These words will never soar.

They'll never reach the sky

Or touch a person's heart

Because a test blog isn't real

It's just a false start.

I was never meant to be

When she created me

But that is why

I can speak so free

I'm not suppose to be

A certain way today

You don't expect the world from me

You don't even have to stay

I'm only in your mind

Something you can't see

I don't exist

I'm imaginary.

Why did you Look?

Why did you look?

What did you hope to see?

Was it just a simple case

of curiosity?

There's really nothing here

As you soon will tell

I'm just a test blog

Just a wishing well

Sometimes you'll see my words

That my owner writes

And other times a new background

That she kind of likes

She likes this place to be

A secluded little place

Where she can try a different dress

Without the mess it makes.

I Told You Not To Look..

I told you not to look,

but I see that's what you've done

I'm just a test blog

Only half done.

I was never meant to be

I was never meant to talk,

You're a lot better off

If you'd go for a walk.

But now that you're here,

What can I say...

I'm only around

For my owner to play.

She plays with words

And works on her wit...

And then when she's done...

that's it.