Best Enthusiastically Poems
Color my day magical, paint my day lavender.
Throw in some glitter, some glitz and some fun.
A day with good friends, who laugh at the right times,
Who know when to hug, and know when you need to cry,
Staying silent, standing helpfully, lovingly by.
Color my day joyful, and enthusiastically prancy.
I know my friends are coming, so I am feeling quite dancy.
Color my day exciting, color my day glittery with acrylics and neon.
Paint it in fun, wholesome and spectacularly freeing and fine.
Color my day.
Paint it lavishly with oranges and purples.
Throw in plenty of pink, of the hottest and happiest hue.
Color my day magical.
Color it marvelous.
Color it wonderful.
Here are my friends.
Let’s paint them,
But save some of the color
For me, as I want to be as magical
As possible. Rainbow me up. Be daring and wild.
You cannot hurt me; I am a rainy-day child.
Playmates illusion
Feline stretches on its back
Pup engages play
Leaps into air with surprise
Scratched nose, engages again
By Eve Roper 11/20/2014
Excitement echoed
In my heart
First experience
Of being a part
Now looking back to
Those times, thoughts
Flood like the cold rain
And ties me in knots
Enthusiastically
Grabbing the end
Of the crosscut saw
Helping hand to lend
He let me slowly pull
From my point of
View, I carried my
Weight, without gloves
At seven years old
I felt a superb
Job was done by me
Now grasped being disturbed
He said to momma
Grab the other handle
I'm tired of the weight
Having her to manhandle"
Just a few short words
Made me feel
Inadequate, small
At times now inside I reel
Camaraderie
At other times shared
Loaded down with firewood
I knew he cared
Bringing in buckets
Of water
Fire starter, or feed
The cows some fodder
Forgiven years ago
But memories still haunt
That's why I write
To ease thoughts that taunt
Woods enthuse me,
Bring me to a dancing state.
Lilt me, lift me, bring me back to my soul mother.
Bring me home, in pure joy and excitement.
I adore you, Woods.
Your fox, your eagle, your moss, your deer.
I am one with them, for I am one with you, and
We are all a part of this universal oneness
Mother sky and Mother meadow
Was there ever a more cosmic place in this
Fantasy world that some think is the real world?
Let me dance and sing and throw my arms into the air,
Playing enthusiastically into your eternal oneness,
Reveling in your stumps, branches, and the roots that
Tie Mother Earth to this heart-felt place.
Let others be of this world. Let me be ethereal,
A faerie whose wings are dancing and prancing in
perfect harmony with the heartbeat of the forest,
My savior, my friend, the pulse of the woods.
Nurturing my soul in joyfulness.
May I always be in awe of her.
Always.
I am dating a young woman and we are deeply in love. However, no matter what I do sexually, she never achieves ****** so we decided to ask a sex therapist for advice. The therapist listened to our story and suggested the following;
"Hire a strapping young man and while the two of you are making love have the young man wave a towel over you, as though he is fanning you both. Make sure he is totally naked and she can see his manhood as he fans you both with the towel. That will help your wife fantasize, and should bring on a full-blown ******."
We went home and followed the therapist's advice. We hired a handsome young man and he stripped off and enthusiastically waved a towel over us both as we made love. But it didn't help and still my lover was unsatisfied and frustrated.
Perplexed, we went back to the therapist "Okay" he says, "let's try it reversed. Have the young man make love to your wife and you wave the towel over them."
Once again, we followed the advice. The young man got into bed with my lover and I waved the towel. The young man really worked with great enthusiasm and my lover soon had an enormous, room-shaking, screaming, ******.
Smiling, I dropped the towel, tapped the young man on the shoulder and said to him triumphantly...."NOW THAT'S how you wave a towel, son!!"
03~12~2014
dadickerector
Reigning vitality you buoy on vigor of freedom
Hugging distant continents, caressing lively shores
Eternal since birth of time, ceaseless evermore,
Sensational, immense, omnipotent, abundant,
Enthusiastically you uplift glorious dawning sun
Greeting flamboyantly resplendent arc of horizon
Sprinkling golden glitter, propagating in unison,
Stoking aesthetic illusion into waves of passions,
Traversing civilizations from Atlantic to Pacific,
Rumbling leisurely, visiting tranquil beaches,
Hosting aquatics, exploring beauteous coral reefs,
Impulsive as can be, you are fierce, yet poetic,
Ferocious battlefield for the Navy, submarines,
Yet, fairyland luxurious, rocking passenger ships,
Sundown you reflect in aspirations romantic
Floating deep in womb, quixotic moon’s mystique;
Tides of your moods~ ebb and flow of emotions,
Boundlessly undulate, vainglorious true notion~
No force on earth can dare restrict your motion
For, you’re the magnificent, almighty blue oceans.
August 22, 2021
Placed 1st: Writing Prompt, Oceans, or Seas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
"Every day is a page to write a new story"
Each minuscule grain of sand
running rampant through
hourglass' prismatic time
at hand, awaiting life's resolve
to seize a brand new adventure,
like the dickens' nimbly flair
enthusiastically captivating chapters
of a poetically inspired existence
amidst everyday's triumphantly
conquered reawakening
Quote response contest - Nayda Ivette Negron
May 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Esther 1-3
Key Verse – Esther 1:4 When he shewed the riches of his glorious kingdom and the honour of his excellent majesty many days, even an hundred and fourscore days.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO IS SOVEREIGN
OVER ANY HUMAN RULER OF GLORIOUS KINGDOM
Praise be to God Who is sovereign over any human ruler
of glorious kingdom since He alone can:
Redeem souls eternally
Rejuvenate service earnestly
Refresh spirituality enthusiastically
Replenish sustenance everyday
Respond to supplications eagerly
Esther 2:3 Praise be to the Lord
for purifying us while we are:
Fighting for His godly cause
Following His governing call
Fulfilling His great charges
Focusing on His guiding commands
Feasting in His gracious compassion
Esther 3:1 Praise be to the Saviour
for promoting us toward:
Perfection of our behaviour
Protection along His Bible-brace
Praise for His blessings
Power in building-up
Presentation of our best. Amen!
May 27, 2024
LIFE IN THE FREAK ZOO
When you meet a deaf guy no one says -
Wow, can’t you hear this (whistle)?
How about this (bell)? Or this (handclap)?
When you meet a blind girl no one says -
Oooh, can’t you see this (flashlight)?
Or this (computer screen)?
So why do people enthusiastically check out my ability
When they hear I’m colorblind?
Colorblind ? ! Oh boy, ( a freak !) this is exciting….
Can’t you see green? Red? How about yellow?
What color is this sweater? That ball?
What colour does grass look to you?
What about traffic lights?
How do you watch television?
Feels like I’m in a zoocage.
At school I was always in trouble because
In my drawings I colored the grass red instead of green.
All the same to me, but the teacher
Got quite abusive and angry because
In her world grass had to be green.
And tell me, who ever made it law
That oceans should be colored blue?
Mine were always purple, all the same to me.
Would the teacher have said to a blind kid,
“You little fool, can’t you see the grass?”
Or to a deaf child, ”Hey stupid, can’t you hear the music?”
Oh it doesn’t really bug me but
It’s interesting to see people’s behavior
Towards certain afflictions.
Her Round Light
Why do lovers write
of moon,
of sun,
of stars?
Or fireflies
kept in jars?
Is a woman comparable
with light?
Can she,
will she
Illuminate
the night?
Can grace,
can beauty,
be combined with might?
The answer friend
I say is yes.
With mind,
with fingers
I caress.
I want her more,
never less.
Hand to heart
forever pressed.
Yes my love for her
I enthusiastically confess.
The colours of planets
combined with her scent.
Her light like a halo
roundly bent.
The sea,
the sun,
the moon
and stars,
are all witnesses
that grace is heaven sent.
Amid the stillness
as racing time grinds to a halt,
I watch the steady
hustle and bustle of noontide.
Up above, phalanx of birds
fly about in the vast spring sky
until they disappear
in the far distance.
Red emperor tulips hula-hoop
to the song of the breeze.
I pay rapt attention
to my surroundings;
incessant, the sound of cars
whizzing by on the road
to destination unknown.
I listen to unseen wind chimes
tinkling sweet music for me.
From the balcony, I look down
at the neighborhood children
as they play enthusiastically,
and their laughs bring
a bright smile to my face;
then I wonder to myself...
"Gee, how beautifully alive is life?"
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(15) any theme any form contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 06/20/2020
Conflicted, dressed like a Santa Claus, Ed ponders the magical delight of Christmas time. Is it only for Christians, or can it be for him too? He likes this time of year, people are nice.
Bethlehem, Wisemen, Prince of Peace born in a manger, a virgin mother, familiar story told. Sitting in this serene park, admiring the crystalline snowflakes, and the diamond-like cycles of ice.
Ed feels like he is in the middle of a slice of heaven himself, it seems mystical and surreal. Dazzling, replenishing, vital. He watches two snowflakes float gently down, near a bench, he calls "mine".
Kindness, joyfulness, humanitarians, and faerie pixie dust would not make this park any more ethereal. All for one and one for all, always more believable at Christmas time than any other, time.
It is Santa Claus! A child yells. Two children dressed in fat snowsuits with hoods are running toward Ed. He is off work, but their merriment is not going to be thwarted by him on this magical night.
They run up and one plops right square on his lap. The other one does also, they scoot for each other. Sorry, their mother says. I could not stop them. It is perfect, he tells her, better than all right.
Ed welcomed these two little giggly rosy-faced cherubs enthusiastically, as if they were wise men. A star in the east, he thought, as he realized which direction he was facing, it deserved an Amen.
There was a melodious, peacefulness here tonight, a humbleness, on this beautiful wintery slope. Two angels, sent tonight to sit on his lap and giggle, to bring God, and the Holy Spirit, and hope.
Ed reveled in the mystical, magical united feeling he had with the young family with the giggling girls, A night he had planned to do something horrible to himself, but now thanks to their curls,
Realized that God had sent two angels to him, tonight, to remind him that he was loved by the Son. He did not have to be a Christian to realize that he had a mission, and he was enough, won is one.
One more year before the wild bird flies her coop.
Not bad. Bravo. Wise one.
You are more than enough.
Your optimism shines throughout your poems.
You know yourself.
Any idea how rare that is?
There are seventy-year olds who have no idea of themselves
They live a life set down by others
Follow a path
not their own
They do not realize there was a choice
No one said it
Whether miserable or barely happy, they do not complain
Knowing no better.
One more year before you leave the family nest, my friend
Your words will carry you to great heights,
You will write poetry to help save the others
It will come more naturally and completely
as you sleep in a nest of your own making
With pillows you choose and a comforter that
makes you feel safer than you had ever dared dreamed.
A mere 365 days until you can be fully, utterly, diabolically you.
Live spontaneously! Enthusiastically kick around your joy.
Take risks. Love people no one else ever would or could.
Bring home stray puppies. Dance your dance. Sing your song.
You are on your way. Only 365 days. I am so proud of you.
I see the optimism and enthusiasm in your poetry, and I smile
realizing you are heading toward the biggest adventure of your life.
I love this for you. Take risks. Have fun. Fear no one.
Enjoy yourself like you have never enjoyed yourself before.
Happy birthday. It is almost time....
I live my joy, my heart is clear.
So many people that I hold dear.
Truthfully this is no ploy.
My heart is clear, I live my joy.
Inspired by my fellow man, I give a prayer
There is Godliness in His trees and air.
Joy prances out where ever she can.
I give a prayer, inspired by my fellow man.
My heart does sing, my mind is blown.
My art and poetry is clearly shown.
Both inspired by heaven’s ring.
My mind is blown, my heart does sing.
Enthusiastically I pray this joy will remain
Each day a delight, no day the same.
God inspires me, I use His Name.
This joy will remain enthusiastically I pray
Written 3-22-2019
Poetry Contest: Swap Meet
Sponsor: Carol Connell
Experts recommend warming up before exercising to adequately prepare the body and get the most benefit from the workout
I know this for a fact as I do about seven to ten minutes stretching before
After my daily morning exercises
The same applies to our participation in Mass. When our hearts and minds are properly prepared
Our experience is richer
Try these ideas to have a great Eucharistic workout
Prepare for exertion
We come to Mass not as spectators but as participants
Prepare to join with other members of the Body of (Father) Christ in Prayer
Worship
Thanksgiving
Communion
Stretch out
Is something holding you back from giving your whole love Attention to Eternal God
If you are carrying worry
Anger
Resentment
Guilt
Spend a few moments letting it go
Start slowly
Arrive early to review the readings
Ask what Eternal God is trying to tell you
Personally
In the words of Scripture
Get into the Zone
Something amazing happens every moment during the Mass
Don’t miss a single one
Think about what you are saying as you recite the prayers
Enthusiastically speak the responses
Sing with your whole heart
Allow yourself to be awed by receiving the Body and Blood of Father Christ in the Eucharist
Cool down
After the celebrant leaves the Church
Spend a few moments figuring out what Eternal God wants
you to do for the next week
As a result of what you just heard and said