Poetry: My Voice: Am I a rapper? You be the judge!

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Poetry: My Voice: Happiness vs Joy

Poetry: My Voice: Happiness vs Joy: Do you see this smile? It is radiantly bright as long as everything in my life is going right Do you see this head held high, I'm happy th...

Happiness vs Joy

Do you see this smile?
It is radiantly bright as long as everything in my life is going right
Do you see this head held high, I'm happy that's the reason why
Happiness is happening when my pockets are full, my life is at peace, and drama is far away from me
With happiness I can grin and laugh and joke and be glad
But oh where is my joy?
With joy my smile comes from within and shows in a radiant glow on the outside
With joy my pockets can be empty, chaos can reign supreme, and I can be the main star in all the drama around me
My joy is not based on my happiness and what is happening, but my joy is eternally deep down in my soul
and it regenerates even in the midst of my pain
Why joy? It may sound strange
But the simplicity is found in one name and his alone do I proclaim
For he is the source of my joy!

My Voice

I use to think that quiet was the way to be
a shy introvert both humble and meek
as I grew I changed and time with life came
the ups the downs the turnabouts and turnarounds
I begin to yell so that I could be heard more clearly
I began to speak with just a touch of sarcasm in my voice
I wanted the world to know that I was nobody to play with!
But the joke, it was on me!
In reality in order to truly be heard you have to learn to listen not speak
My voice it is most powerful when I whisper!

Spring

I feel you near each day
in the air you seem to be
beckoning to me
the sweetness of your embrace I await
like a bud of freshness you will appear
to bring brightness and life near
I love you, a birthday month
and beauty are your gifts to me
and I welcome them
with open arms!

Oh Happy Day!

I celebrate!
I rejoice!
In spite of what you think to do to bring me down
on this round face of mine
joy can always be found
and on occasion when you find me a bit blue
know that it's not because of you
for my emotions often change
but my peace remains the same
for when all is said and done
and my final race is run
I know my victory is won
I know my destination and my place
so when you see a smile upon my face
know that you did not put it in place
but the anticipation of the day
when all joy is released and free
when all worry, doubt, pain, grief, and misery are gone
that's the day for which I long
Oh Happy Day!