Appreciate Life!
Be thankful for everything.
That’s a life fulfilled.
–@StevieStreets #mycuprunnethover | A Life Fulfilled
30 Wednesday Mar 2016
Posted Haiku, Insights, LIFE & LESSONS, Poems
inAppreciate Life!
Be thankful for everything.
That’s a life fulfilled.
–@StevieStreets #mycuprunnethover | A Life Fulfilled
30 Wednesday Mar 2016
Enthusiasm is –
your avidity to live
life wholeheartedly.
To live your best life,
you should have great zest for life;
energy matters.
Happiness is found
in the midst of liveliness;
never lose your zest.
–@StevieStreets #penchant | Enthusiasm
#codeofthestreets:
“Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson
04 Friday Dec 2015
He who seeks happiness
– may be forever on the quest.
Yet, he who seeks contentment
– discovers peace buried within introspect.
–@StevieStreets #mindfulness | Equanimity [the power within]
13 Tuesday Oct 2015
Posted Poems, THE ROMANTICIST COLLECTION
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Her kindness sprinkled upon soiled hearts,
like dandelions do to grass.
Her smile behaved as the wind;
prolifically dispersing seeds of joy from her heart,
she sprinkled happiness upon saddened hearts
like a blow flower in the wind.
Her kindness was akin to the wind;
and she was such a dandelion girl.
She was a caring and carefree creature of the wind,
she was a dandelion girl.
Whenever she appeared,
even the saddest hearts were aglow;
she had a way of springing up happiness,
like dandelion snow.
She had eyes like dandelion snow,
you could wish upon the stars in her eyes
like dandelion clocks.
Love and happiness
were like clockwork,
as peace parachuted from her eyes.
What an eyesight to see,
the iris of her eyes were as bright as dandelion rosettes.
She was a beautiful vignette
of kindness
in a cruel world.
She was wild in the wind,
gentle as the breeze that propels seeds of joy afloat the wind –
blowing happiness through the hearts of misty-eyed friends;
unfriendly was the enemy, kindness was her remedy
and she sprinkled her splendor splendidly,
she was such a dandelion girl.
Her kindness sprinkled upon soiled hearts,
she was a beautiful dandelion girl.
–@StevieStreets | Dandelion Girl
28 Monday Sep 2015
Posted Poems, THE ROMANTICIST COLLECTION
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The magic in her eyes sparkled like jazz hands.
Something deep within my soul began to tap dance;
as the corners of her mouth leaped towards her cheeks,
with the grace of a ballerina her smile premiered like a split leap.
Mesmerized by her bespoken smile,
I was obliged to extend a smile.
She looked as if her chocolate skin had been sun-kissed with Hershey’s Kisses,
her countenance was such a treat.
Her eyes had their own language,
we never had to speak.
I adored her eyes;
I would say to myself “what a beautiful language to speak.”
We met every morning on the train,
I looked forward to her ballet performances,
every morning on the train.
We exchanged smiles everyday,
there was magic in her smile.
I never knew her name,
I just referred to her as Girl with a Smile.
Picasso had Girl with a Mandolin,
I had Girl with a Smile.
Remember to be happy,
you never know who’s falling in love with your smile.
–@StevieStreets | Girl with a Smile