J Jay Samuel Davis

School of hard knocks ~

“DIALING!?” a poem, a.k.a.: “Tears of Sorrow; Tears of Joy!” a.k.a.: “Just Happy!” August 27 2019 (Tuesday)

A DIAL in this life – has-been “moved” over-to-The-“J,”

Which fills me with J (oy)! Here let me stay!

Turn up the volume, the frequency’s fine!

More of THIS wonderment, I-wish to-be mine?

Please be consistent, Oh God of “My Soul;”

I’ve no tears for sorrow; will-withdrawal take-its-toll?

Keep me JUST HAPPY, peaceful! right here,

Die-el-ed to “J;” I don’t want no fear!

Don’t “force-me”-to-an-“S” or-a-“C” or-a-“Z,”

But-The-“J,” it’s-maybe dying? * fading for me?

Shall-I move-the-dial-quick? before “J” MIGHT die out?

Come-on, “Dear Lord,” you-don’t-want-me to-pout,

DO YOU, Lord? Do-you? (pause) Don’t you want me JUST HAPPY?

I’m shielding my tears! Don’t-you-think-it’d-be-crappy,

To lose this here feeling? (A Once in A Lifetime?)


As my faith falters-now, shall-I switch-IT to “K,”

And pray for tomorrow – to be a good day!?

Moral: To be [TRULY?] happy, I think that we-all must,

Be-good with-all-“settings!” and-all-“letters”-to-trust,

That, whether variety-or-sameness, EITHER can-be a-trustworthy-friend;

Otherwise, The World of Uncertain-is sure-t’-be-our-end!

“The World-of HARD KNOCKS,” “where-angels-fear-t’-tread,”

Must (somehow) become “A-Place, With-A Comfortable-Bed,”

So we can live NICELY, with “Heart Knocks” all-around!

DIAL-“H” -FOR-“Heart?!” ** Sure, but at ANY setting – LOVE CAN BE FOUND!

fin β™₯


It’s ONLY IF you CAN’T BE with the one you love! The one you love is ALWAYS “the one” to REALLY LOVE! πŸ™‚ – Sigh!

  • – NO! but Fear might try to convince you of that! Fear can be insistent! So can you!
  • – or ANY letter you wish, any time, and, IF you want to stay on just one letter, THAT’S WONDERFUL TOO! The main thing, I think, don’t worry about it! And, of course, if you just stick to one thing, you’ll be used to it; it may be a bit dull, but it’s FAMILIAR, and that’s important too, isn’t it? πŸ™‚ – Yeah!

By Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)