Best Enthusiastic Poems
Christian hearts of all ages
celebrate: this Holiday.
Carolers sing Christmas songs
that drives winter blues away.
After a shopping blitz, gifts
are stashed in secret places.
And smiles start appearing on
enthusiastic faces.
Parents promote Santa Claus:
a lie in the kindest sense.
When children strive to be good,
parenting; feels less intense.
Green garlands of mistletoe
get hung to entice passion.
And a bashful lover's kiss,
says flirting is in fashion.
Santa's sleigh is on its way,
led by Rudolph's shiny nose.
Bringing pretty presents, tied
with ribbons and festive bows.
All is in my sight but the limits that I can’t see
Why was last place an option
When first is where I’m supposed to be
While I’m still moving forward
I see no one else ahead of me
The sky is the limit
And hard work is the only fee
I know one day
My fears are going to be scared of me
With God on my side
He’ll always have my fidelity
I believe that I will make it
I don’t care about the celerity
Because when my sun… sets
I know my goals are there to bury me.
The ticking, etching the central location
Talking about something
Talking about nothing
To feel
Or not
A thought, a question
Will this dare leave me now?
I can’t see my world it has gone blind
Where I look and to what I find
Passages of time
Knowing the purpose
Or not knowing
Hide it quick its showing
They cannot know me
For if they do they shall be sickened be on compare
For so long you’ve been my friend
So don’t fail me now
My paper, my pen in my hand
A place to run to
A dream to dream
The ticking, etching the central location
The writer's scream
Oh! pretty nature
This is eye-catcher
On the wet, wet grass
There were few dew drops
Shelly and I
Reeling, in pleasure
Selling, our leisure
Rolling, in great measure
This is big pleasure
O, I love this season
It's spring,
This is the reason...
Personal Journey
Always Focused
Satisfied Feeling
Seeking Soul Self
Intensely Motivated
Only this will do
No one else understands
The winds from
Outside the train
Blow dust
Into my eyes.
Never!
Will darkness befall me
For I shall not strain
In the dusk.
My lights are bright.
The average one is restrained by mental leashes
Bound and gagged twenty four hours a day
A common trap that remains difficult to avoid
The free one is overwhelmed with possibilities
Too much to do in one day
An uncommon landscape that remains hard to locate
Barricades mold the thought process
Enthusiastic because all my dreams, hopes, needs – everything I’ve ever imagined could be… is now reality
Excitement
Needed
Truly
Heeded
Unrelenting
Succeeding
Interest
Achieving
Surreptitiously
Trying
Invigoratingly
Crying
When I go into a store, I take no prisoners, especially if I like the merchandise.
I ooh, and awe. I exclaim loudly the attributes of a variety of items, asking
“Is this new?” “Are there any more?” “Is there a limit?”
I enthusiastically throw my shopping prowess all over the store in sorted ways.
“ONLY ONE!” I yell, holding up a lopsided pink flamingo. “I have to have it!”
I pop it into my cart, trying not to notice the sneaky old woman who is now following me.
The next time I see her, she and the pink flamingo are checking out, which pleases me to no end.
All the sales people rush to help me. I memorize their names quickly, and give them compliments.
They are whirling and twirling, not doing their jobs when the boss comes out of the back office.
“I wish I could BUY this store!” I yell. The owner stops dead in her tracks, forgetting to chastise anyone.
“You can!” she says. “It is for sale!”
If I had a quarter for every time this has happened, I would be driving a new car, probably a Lincoln.
The next thing I know, people are bring me warm croissants, hair clips, and whatever else I need so I can
Shop “in peace”.
I am the only one who ever gets to use the employee restroom in some stores.
As they want me to BE an employee.
Sometimes the manager gets permission to take me to lunch and treat me.
I almost always get offered a job, because people seem to love enthusiasm.
Do not ask me why. I see it every day. I work with children.
By the time I am ready to leave this adventure, a favored store clerk is asked to put me on his shoulders and carry me to my car.
There is a little parade behind me, and the owner hands me a key to the store as I get into my old vehicle.
I wave all the way to the interstate with wild aplomb, and they wave back enthusiastically.
I watch them clap each other on their backs as they turn.
I am apparently the only one who knows I will probably never be back.
With ebullience
halcyonic ingénue
lifts suitors spirits
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Topic: Birthday of Felix Juralbal (April 8)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
ENTHUSIASTIC AMATEUR
I am lying here trapped and need some assistance,
And all because of my husband’s persistence.
“You don’t have to buy any bookshelves,” he said.
“I’ll purchase some timber and build them instead.”
I had some misgivings but he was so keen
That I thought to refuse him would seem rather mean.
He took his tape measure and measured the wall
And said it would take him no time at all
He fitted the roof rack onto the car
And drove to the woodyard, which wasn’t too far.
When he returned he had planks bright and new
And a big box containing wood screws and glue.
I helped him unload it and brought it in doors,
Then he went to the garage for hammers and saws.
An electric drill and connecting cable
And he spread them all out on the dining room table
I heard sawing and drilling and snatches of song
Interspersed with some curses, four letters long.
I wasn’t convinced that he knew how to do it,
But I made myself scarce and just left him to it
Seven hours later he emerged with a grin
And, taking my hand, he invited me in.
I looked in amazement at what he had built.
All perfectly level, no sign of a tilt.
I started to stack my books, one-by-one,
Still hardly believing how well he had done.
After book twenty-four, came an ominous sound
And I suddenly found myself pinned to the floor
Although the bookshelves were seven feet tall,
He’d forgotten to screw the things back to the wall.
So I’m lying here trapped and in need of assistance.
And all because of my husband’s persistence
18th June 2020
Write a poem about Enthusiasm contest
Sponsor - Caren Krutsinger
Eva’s daily excitement was boundless
Her enthusiasm wore out her beaus.
At first they were bowled over with fascination
By the girl who bounded around the room laughing.
Eventually her mania either wore off or wore thin.
The beaus fell out of love with her, and she hunted them.
They began hiding in their mama’s houses, under beds.
Sometimes she fished them out, her lunacy always intact.
Enthusiastic
(E)nter the world of free flow
(N)o worries, no second guesses
(T)ime brings a shining gift to unwrap
(H)appily jumping with joy
(U)nleashing the soul to be free
(S)avoring the feelings that be
(I)gniting a flame of passion
(A)ll in a moment of celebration
(S)eeing the lights flicker so bright
(T)umbling laughter so fun
(I)nteresting sparks of thoughts in the mind
(C)onquering fears in the freedom you find
Heidi Sands