The Happiest People

Dark Side of the Moon

The happiest people are those
who find more pleasure
in giving
than in receiving

Copyright © 2019 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

means “an expression of one and all”
Indian form introduced by one of the renowned Telugu poets, Dr. N.Gopi
consists of 4 lines with a total of 20 to 25 syllables
not limited to a particular subject


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I don’t talk much

Valorous Bird

I don’t talk much
It has become my nature
People think of me to be secretive
The truth is I am sensitive
The world has treated me this way
Silence is the only option keeping me at bay
If this is wrong then I have nothing to say
Its your call to be sad or be gay

I don’t talk much
Keeping everybody intrigued
Why do they think I am mystique?
I am an open treasure
Happy inside with pleasure

I don’t talk much
I know.
People who understand me
Only they can see
The world wants my silence
But it does not want me silent
Dubious they are, not me
This is what they should think and plea.

@ Kritika

Thank you for reading. Hope you liked it.

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Happy Memory Tips from “The Art of Making Memories” by Meik Wiking #Journey #Inspiration (Part 1)

Poems for Warriors

The Art of Making Memories

Remember “The Little Book of Hygge” that I heavily reviewed last year? I learned all kinds of new ways of creating warm spaces in my life for me and my children. Back in October, Meik Wiking, CEO of the Happiness Research Institute in Copenhagen, the capital of Denmark, wrote a new book that focuses on creating new and lasting memories.

Throughout his book, “The Art of Making Memories: How to Create and Remember Happy Moments,” he shares Happy Memory Tips, ideas for creating new, happy memories. I thoroughly enjoyed his book and want to share some of my favorite tips here with you:

1. Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.

This one is self-explanatory, but it does require both some planning and some buy in. If you want others to join you, give them time to plan and get consensus in working out the details.


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Sarah Doughty

“I’ve withstood hell before.
I could certainly survive you.”

Don’t you see? Surrender was never an option for me. No matter how hopeless, I kept fighting. I found another way to push on. To come out the other side without sacrificing pieces of my soul. Maybe that was why I stood out to you. Maybe my strength of character was something you wanted to corrupt. But I surprised you, didn’t I? I’ve withstood hell before. I could certainly survive you.

© Sarah Doughty

I can and I will,
if it’s necessary.

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Word of the Day Challenge


Today’s Word of the Day is Guidance.

If you want to participate, create a pingback to link your post. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here. Please note that for the prompts that I publish, the comment box will now remain open for people who experience trouble with pingbacks. However, I won’t guarantee a quick response to actual comments, that would be left here. If you have questions, or ideas you’d like to submit, please use our “contact” page.


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This Year for Christmas #PhilWickham #Christmas

Poems for Warriors

This Year for Christmas Lyrics – Song by Phil Wickham

Some people want diamond rings
Some people want snow
Some people want everything
Tied in strings and bows
I can’t think of a single thing
For my list this year
Cause all that I’ll ever need
I have right here

I got all I want this year for Christmas
Don’t need no presents underneath the tree
‘Cause all I want this year for Christmas
Is waking up with you right here next to me

You took me by the hand
Brought me in from the cold
You give me the kind of love
Oh, that feels like home
Every season together
I’ll be there by your side
Through all of the highs and the lows
It’s a wonderful life

I got all I want this year for Christmas
Don’t need no presents underneath the tree
‘Cause all I want this…

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Sonnet: Naked in the Sun

Timeless Classics


Unclad are lovely maidens carved in stone
When posed as statuary on the lawn
Grouped gracefully, or standing each alone
Their charms exposed for all to gaze upon

The Muses’ robes seem naught but flowing veils
At times the Graces even these forsake!
Old ships’ uncovered maidens braved the gales
And saw their crewmen safe at dawn’s sweet break

Too, naked women grace the works of art
Of all the cultures close to Mother Earth —
The message that these breasts have to impart
Is one of beauty, one of human worth

And yet the modern woman is undone
Who goes but one time naked in the sun


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