Best Delighted Poems
A feller I met with a twinkle in his eye
Quite the enigma you see.
Said, "I ain't got no dough... not a single penny!"
Said he, "ain't got no cash... not a single plug for a cup o' tea."
"Couldn't buy you no drink / not even a dime's worth of time
Wouldn't dare ask you for no drink in my silly whine."
"Never saw nothin' finer... not a sight to behold
Then, your fancy top hat... not plated with gold.
In this fine conversation... though, I confess,
I don't know nothin' much... not more or less."
"Don't know nothin' much 'bout music... not a single note
But begged the whole bar not to leave me croak
In this sea of confusion... though- I confess
I ain't got no answers, not more or less."
Confused, I just stared / mouth agape and wide
"So are you broke or not?" I finally couldn't hide.
He winked / then chuckled / a sly knowing grin
"Don't you fret none... my friend / I ain't never givin' in!"
"Never learned nothin' clever / that ain't no surprise
But I sure ain't unhappy, not with tears in my eyes!"
A poet / a pauper / a prince; his stories spun gold
Ain't nothin' like his tales / never gettin' old.
We made a bond that don't nobody understand
A friendship ain't never been seen in no other land.
Blips of sunlight on a dappled brick garden path led me to
experiment with a glimpse, and then a peek.
I was immediately mesmerized by the beauty I found inside
The over-sized garden gate which had been left propped open
in the middle of the shadow trees smiled as I gazed.
The old-fashioned brick walkway was crooked in its wisdom.
Covered with bits and tastes of lacy moss, at brick corners.
The path, the fence and the gate enhanced the pinks and oranges of the garden.
Delicate flowers with unknown names rose on my right, smiling.
Being an amazed gazer, I took in my fill, breathing in this beauty.
Shaded overbearing leaves of an explosive curiously protective tree
lent shelter to this gorgeous garden.
I noted a lone pot of powder blue,
hiding in a dark corner, surrounded
by gray shale protectors.
She is not the prettiest pot I have ever seen,
but she delights me with her soft unassuming
sweetness.
blood, death, darkness.
i'm watching
mystery,horror, insanity.
it's on the screen
violence, depth,desertion.
i can't look away.
why don't i want to?
it's so pretty.
it's wonderful.
why am i still smiling?
it's so...red...
it's so intelligently created.
why am i still laughing?
it's leaving.
it's reveling.
am i the only one who's insane?
darkening.
bleeding.
why am i so comfortable?
because i'm sitting at the throne of sin.
she seems like a saint in my dark moments
as she graces me with her gentle smile
because her nomadic heart came to rest for
a butterfly's moment within my grasp
and with noble intent i heart and soul to her attentions
so she unsticks my head
with her own road of good intentions
she is tender in my wilderness
placing small acts of cataclysm in my path
to dislodge my mud filled head
and with her devices nailed to my mind
it is easier to think so i think
so with her delighted mind she tinkers
with my comfort zone
trying to find the greasy spoon
that i eat my metaphysical meals with
leaves me hungry for words
when it comes time to put pen to paper
my head full of mud
grapple with the notions of her divinity
but the weight of thinking too much
keeps me from doing freestyle take to wing
so it is me that must unstick
from her influences
and her rubber band heart
that keeps bouncing back
Beneath the golden sunset two lovers watch the skies.
Embraces race straight to the heart where true love lay.
Arise, oh, soul and sing; great joy brings this surprise.
“Charming,” held me on the beach; my prince passed life's way.
Hopefulness bequeathed sweet tears to delighted dreamy eyes.
Beneath the night-lights in the sky, a million twinkles sparked.
Loneliness was chased away; sorrows succumbed to daze.
Alluring dreams and tenderness anticipated; trust embarked.
Neolithic passion paved the way into my heart, oh, happy days.
Kisses and caresses tattooed two souls with love's eternal mark.
Everlastingly life, now shared, grows, friendship still ablaze.
Together, walking winding roads through hardships and fairways.
Before the sunrise burst the dream, blankets blew in sand.
Interspersed reality saw tomorrow amid floating clouds.
Nonetheless, a princess dreamed; her prince led her by the hand.
Great, now, is the memory of an envisioned certainty.
Optimisms saved the day when “Happily-ever-after” came my way.
© July 4, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for: "BEACH BLANKET BINGO"
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Delighted in sight
Breathing the night
Movement in flight
Come on with it
This isn't that
Not quite right, what is it?
That that's diabolical
I'm fortunate Angelic
Endeavor and Fender
Demons devoured heavily
3/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
There have been plenty of times where i have been successful at only seeing the worst, hypothesising that it's one the most typical successes.
Then there comes a time where my mind can't possibly take it anymore. It becomes so numb towards pain.
After a brief period of dissociation my mind started paying heed to all the little things, involuntarily.
Why that happened? we don't know. But I'm glad it did.
I'm delighted my body was able to turn towards the light like that.
But what were those trivial things?
To be able to see the pink and purple skies until you recognise
When you were able to be of aid to a stranger in need
an unexpected acquaintance asking how you're doing and seeing young children playing.
Meeting a tiny pup on the streets, your doodling turns out to be a masterpiece.
A random stranger smiles at you,
the petrichor, the sensation of water tickling your feet on the shores and
of gentle sunrays kissing your face.
I suppose it's all just evidence that not everything in the cosmos is meant to be dreary.
Another day here in
the Bg Apple
Elections finally over
the crowd goes
back to its serious business
You
shouldn't
knock
the
people
because they are striving
Let the sun shine in
and delight us
We are part of the
masses of humankind
Which inhabit this city
Which make love to the
metroplolis
With their hands, hearts
and feet
every single day
They've all gone hidden but can hear the sounds,and some still dive,
The birds singing
The tree dancing and rejoicing,
The wind, making us feel the moment
I can't stop but to enjoy this moment wished it was never ending,
My dress danced to the rhythm of the wind and my heart couldn't stop smiling,
I am well delight,
What more will I wish for?
I'm loving this moment ,
The breeze has made me breathless
Carrying them,wish you could carry me, blow me and let me dive endlessly through the sky,
Have fallen for the sight of this,
My heart is in love with this moment so is my soul.
Delighted I am
I believe couples should confer with each other
before making any decisions
if you need them to stay with you that shouldn't smother
but should instead provide provisions
there shouldn't be any unreason
for to be apart
doing things with each other without reason
helps align the heart
you pick your friends wisely
that way they won't interfere
with your relationship pattern tidy
and for terms that endear
I'm going to be careful
to practice this particular thing
in hopes that it will be returned in this vessel
and peace of mind it will bring
how you delight and dazzle me dragonfly
you have kept me from my garden work,
made me forget I have lunch to fix or clothes to clean
I am enthralled and mesmerized by your beauty
honored that you have landed on me twice today
you are keeping me from other things, and I love you for it.
The day takes on new meaning
Unexpected visitor
Surprising us with great joy
In form of toddler
the delighted soul in beauteous suppliant
pill owed by sacred vows
recline waiting for joy to pay homage
then curtains of heaven draw
and echoes of laughter in crescendo
from the seat land of innocent mirth
far in yonder the gateway to the chambers of the sun
where the rays of truth fly without parching
nurturing the essence of nature
stand up and dare the absent enemy
but the beckoning roses go for a complacent walk
as looms weave kisses and caresses amongst
the blooming vegetation
the cool drizzly breeze bless the growth
floral virtues make the anxious fauna envious
the plants and flowers exchange smiles
as angels on the high table of Immanuel
sprinkle them with the heavenly dew
then as the conductor master blows his whistle
the forest break into free style dance
listen to the rolling drums of heaven
as nature waltz and gyrate to the song of heaven
a fallen log lies in the yard.
Can imagination rescue and recycle it?
Beauty of flowers could enhance and warm it
stump of an oak
ingenuity could possibly salvage it
healthy green plant can enlighten and enliven it
all it takes is an idea person
with touch of a master gardener
My neighbor shows proof of this
All over her yard
I see and am intrigued and delighted
Wondering if I could ever replicate her
enthusiasm and imagination?
Did Become Perfectly Delighted
Seems like there always is so much to say
My poem does ends up making your day
Read throughout whole day and all night
On and on as hard as you may or might.
Poem has potential for being so splendid
Want it to go on and never have ended
On your face put and place a nice smile
Telling truth and not beguile for a while.
You become wise and welcome as can be
Relieve pain and set heart and soul free
Open up your mind so in you can confide
And a big stunning steak eaten rarefied.
Open eyes in head and each ear to hear
Able to avoid catastrophes ever so mere
Then start to cheer coming to senses
May mince words with those in MENSES.
(Always make sure you meet all suspense's.)
After climbing up or descending the stairs
To bed do be sure you say all your prayers
When in each dream sky rockets are ignited
With God's great sights be perfectly delighted.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet