Best Exceptionally Poems
They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I just won a prize
I replied, well I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise
When you have a past like mine
My today is always bright
There is no better feeling on earth
Than the joy of doing right
I may be an old man on a cane
My heart is skipping along
I learned to embrace the meaning
Life is a beautiful song
True life has its ups and downs
There’ll be forks in the road
With a smile I’ll stop for a while
Help you with your load
I had me a bag of popcorn today
It tasted exceptionally good
In fact, I will go as far as to say
Better then it probably should
For years, I had a guard in the pen
Popped him a bag each night
Then he would simply throw it away
His twisted little delight
He knew, it was those little things
Ate at our heart and soul
Movie with the wife Friday night
Popcorn in the bowl
I had a bag of popcorn today
Wife sitting at my side
I had a smile, which lasted awhile
One I could not hide
They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I won a prize
I replied, I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise
For some reason today I was thinking about C.O. Talbert and
how he would pop a bag of popcorn even though he didn't eat
popcorn. He did it just because he knew it would make everyone
want some. I always felt sorry for him. His life must have been
very disappointing. The moral here: when you learn to appreciate
the little things in life your popcorn will taste a whole lot better.
The sun shines in perfect darkness, twirling relentlessly ...
as do a trillion trillion other stars, daubed on the blackest black.
Still, life itself seeds and burgeons in the warmth of its precious light,
its particles, the core of an exquisite balance that brings each heart to thrum,
that breaches hard soil in spring, sings the haunting silence of the wilderness,
and bats lashes like butterflies in the wee hours of the dawning.
Some say, a laugh is just a laugh is just a laugh, thus ... and on,
yet, like Great Sol it can plunge any void, dive the deepest sorrows,
wound the twilight, mortal, and pierce the trembling rib of nightmares.
The shimmering joy it dances upon, is the true essence of ALL ...
nothing else so fills a heart or wakens a soul from mourning,
as crucial as breath and sustenance and affection.
Yes, a laugh is a simple thing, a seemingly trivial and mundane expression,
but it is an arrow sent forth from the bow of joyous reality,
a dart of delight, with the capacity to rend the thickest of shadowy veils.
Yet, like the sun again, it is dependent upon its alter-ego -
It is the shadows and dark realms and agonies and regrets
that make joy so exceptionally precious, and so amazingly sweet ...
you can NOT find one without the other, that is unmitigated, absolute.
Feel your pain - your sorrow, embrace the darkness with all you are,
but do so in the mind that until you HAVE, you won't know true JOY ...
or how splendid, cathartic and giggly wonderful ... it can be.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "The Smile At The Foot Of The Ladder" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.
With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch yellow sunrise creep in the window,
Enjoying the zestful song of red robin, while night and day were in limbo.
I would take walks at the golden hour, flooded in light, just after a sunrise,
In the serenity of wanton, floral summer, slowly unveiling a destiny prized.
Visits of friends were features of morning, for sunup fondness is infective,
As flowers soak up colors of white sunlight, telling of the new perspective.
Family and I fascinated flaming sunsets, fancy dancing like we had forever,
At evening fetes, long fated; like feathery, dark green ferns-wind treasure.
I lived in the house of taupe sunrise, always trending towards golden noon,
As fitful stars, flickering like fireflies, stay on course, in presence of moon.
Sunhats, sandals and pretty sunflowers, were summer sights on my street,
In tranquil days of wild seas, giving the selfsame roar, as it cooled hot feet.
Nearby stars gleamed like natural pearls, on nebulous nights of neighbors;
And the natural conversation flowed nonstop, like the whistling wind labors.
Bat orchids awaited watchful moon, yearning for caves among field flowers;
When ballerina orchids danced, entranced, by plum shadows' magic powers!
Crimson corpse flower was blooming, in a torrid wake, held in lazy summer,
And snapdragon seed pods imitated skulls, where future flowers slumbered.
One day dawned exceptionally beautiful, a sight bringing rapture to my eyes;
As plum and orange, merged with pink, gold and red-fleeing night disguised!
I went about my productive work, but I noticed the day did not seem to age,
Like a glorious history book caught open, when distraction didn't turn a page.
Although I was very puzzled, I relished a pause for precious, pretty mystery;
Like the lovely, floral pause of gemmed hummingbirds, in times of blissfully.
After several long and rapturous hours, testy time gradually began to move,
For a beginning ever looks towards the end, as if it had everything to prove!
Thinking of thee day when I went to see,
accidentally looking at you made me feel like I was on Extasy.
I watched your eyes while they were watching me.
Looking into my eyes you knew I had those qualities of motherly nurturing,
morality therefore giving you that love story..
Connecting on all levels we both became thirsty eagerly, as if we had telepathy.
Our minds and soul became as one, as our heart beats began to beat as one.
Loving abnormally to an unusual degree,
chastity pure purity our love story...
Each day you spent with me, I took away all of your misery.
I became your biggest fan fore you were my man, by your side forever i stand.
Love so compact.
Loving the monogamy having one mate at one time.
Loving you for a life time.
Mourning for your touch that I began to love so very much.
Your generosity of your mentality intellectual capacity, your supremacy,
supreme power of authority love for me.
Is the best part of our love story.
With each touch I lust, real love i gush.
Having the ability for mobility to take tenancy inside of me.
You became my property.
We had symmetry I was the beauty, and your my harmony.
True and forever exceptionally...
Love story.
I have never seen anything quite like you. No man is immune to your beauty,
but I happen to be the one with an immune system that withstand your attractiveness.
Oh yes, they say a rose is the most beautiful flower in the world,
Yet roses knows that you are the prettiest creature ever made on this earth. When you flaunt your beauty, I bloom a million times like water lily in my mind
You are exceptionally pretty, but you are more unique like a passion flower. Everything about you is gorgeous, but when I look into your eyes I see pure beauty with no disguise. The way that you smile at me flashes back the attractive picture of you which I saw when I was a fetus in my mother’s womb.
And if beauty was air, you would be the cleanly oxygen that I breathe into my lungs. At night, I used to rely with the moon until your striking light skin complexion made me to realize the inventor of light.
“E.R.I.C. Is”
by: Eric L. Boddie
It is important
That the mind possess agility
And because of that
Eric is the exceptionally rare intellectual capability
For those who will challenge
Without the use of common sense
They need to understand
Eric is the extremely reactive intense consequence
To those who keep their Faith
Where God intended for it to be kept
Which, by the way, has never been in man
Eric is an extraordinarily realized immortal concept
For those who try to tempt
In an effort to press the buttons of the controller
Through their greatest efforts
Eric is enabled to reach infinite composure
To those who think
So as not to one day resent
Because most pain and stress can be avoided
Eric is especially rich in insightful content
For those who love
Because God gave it with respect
Through the realms of poetry
Eric is empowered to reveal inspired context
To those living in disgust
On today’s society’s view of life
Because of an increasing lack of love
Eric is the eager request to involve Christ
And saving the best for last
Because that’s how God did the greatest creation
For each eligible lady
Eric is the enjoyable relaxation of intimate conversation
Exceptionally average
on every known scale
My life story’s such
a nonsensical tale
Striving for apathy
with passionate zeal
all of my flaws
I boldly conceal
I loudly proclaim
my feelings to none
and when there is trouble
bravely I run
No coward am I
unless there’s a need
and quickly I set forth
to slowly proceed
My virtues are many
just see how they rhyme
I’ll get to my bad points
at some other time
Not easily frightened
when already scared
And I shall go on
as if anyone cared
With scissors in hand
I cut my own lawn
I worked through the night
and straight up to Dawn
But Dawn couldn’t stand it
and packed all her things
and unicycled down
the road to Palm Springs
There’s just one more item
I almost forgot
that’s very important
until it is not
I hereby declare
before I should die
that my favorite cake
is blueberry pie
© Mike Wise
1/8/19
Her angelic smile and darling face,
Melted away a bitter place,
Her graceful presence, genuine and sincere,
Helped my purpose to become exceptionally clear,
For pleasing sounds ran through her hands,
On zebra keys they seemed to stand,
Her unfermented, pure, natural sweet
Performed notes that danced to noble beats,
A delightful fragrance of sheer perfection,
Gave way to an emotional resurrection,
Beloved friend with a cinnamon heart,
Words cannot express where I yearn to start,
When describing a bud that has blossomed into a rose,
Pleasing to the eyes and delightful to one’s nose,
Careful selections of words must be conveyed
For her exquisiteness dries up all weeds that once laid,
In her garden of rejuvenation
Nectars only inspiration,
Not one part of her is stale, dull or stifling to ones appetite,
She is simply beautiful throughout the day and beyond the night.
By: sabina nicole
Contest: sweet
Written: 7/7/12
Sweet super mothers with magic powerS
Women of worth, patience of a willoW
Exceptionally empathetic, their depths inconceivablE
Entitled to glory, under their feet paradisE
Tireless, serene bliss on their faces brighT
Maternal affection radiating from warm bosoM
Oozing remarkable humility, denying the egO
Treasure of lore and wisdom, an art of the hearT
Homage paid to sweet mothers of eartH
Epitome of devotion, endurance and guidancE
Root of all foundations, souls of grandeuR
Sowers of beauty, sweet super motherS.
* A double Acrostic poem.
FRANK AND TIM AND BEIJING
Frank and I planned a visit to Beijing,
The attraction was their night life
And bright lights,
Maybe we would visit one or two
Historical sights?
We drank a lot on our trip
To the East,
And we didn’t feel disturbed in
The least,
That the passengers just gave us
A glare and a stare,
And most probably wished we were
Really not there!
We arrived, and the pilot wished us
All a pleasant stay,
Wow, we were now ready to begin
Our two week holiday,
But what now, we could not speak
A word of Chinese,
Not even to say hello, thank-you
Or please!
On the way to the youth hostel 10 men
Surrounded us with guns,
They bundled us into a chauffeur driven
Bentley,
Not one of them spoke English, and not at
All friendly.
For a fleeting moment I thought we
Are now going to die,
And that our end was horribly nigh!
They ushered us into an opulent mansion
And said,
Now you see boss, this time I had a very
Real vision of us on the floor, dead!
The boss, an eccentric man briskly
Walked in,
Exceptionally tall, and very thin,
I recognized him immediately, he
Was my Mom’s brother, Uncle Ben,
He looked at me and laughed, something
Was wrong,
But at least we could speak to him,
In our mother tongue!
He explained that he was the boss of
A drug ring,
Now there’s a thing!
My Uncle Ben,
A drug lord
I was in no mood for him
To invite us on board!
A mistake he sheepishly explained,
They were looking for the brother,
Of his head man’s mother!
He apologized on behalf of what,
His men had done,
I couldn’t wait to tell my mom!
Uncle Ben offered us his Bentley for
The remainder of our holiday in China,
And that he was about to retire,
Because, he suffered from Angina.
Our last day arrived, we got on
The plane,
Tim and I wrote Uncle Ben a card and
Thanked him a ton,
We had made memories in Beijing
Only experienced by some,
Like ours, probably none!
An angel touched my heart today
She gently whispered "I can't stay
But I can help you find your way
when skies grow dark and clouds turn grey."
Ordinary she was, and had no wings
because, you see, angels are many things.
Her heart was as big as the moon above
and filled with an extraordinary love
She said "hold my hand, I will take you home
I don't want you to be alone."
Thank you, dear angel for sensing my need
and giving me an exceptionally beautiful deed.
my coat of arms, two legged wyvern,
exceptionally surreal
I had a linguistic love affair for awhile with this handsome gentleman,
Today I think after he said good-bye the affair is over.
For awhile we got along exceptionally well,
You often ask yourself when someone chooses to leave.
Will your neighbors miss you, maybe we were only friends,
Some friendships are only meant to last for awhile.
What a nice friendship for awhile, I shared my love of art and poetry with him,
He gave me an appreciative hug and a kiss when I gave him two of my drawings.
I was disappointed when he didn't wish to communicate any further,
I miss our hugs, I hope that he is keeping well.
I thank God for this friendship and that my friend took the time to care,
Always say that I will meet someone just as nice.
God sends us miracles when we least expect them,
My Thanksgiving poem is appearing in the Heritage Letter and Calendar.
The "Thanksgiving Miracle" is my poem chosen and there is also a picture of me with my Poetry Award.
The blessed senior retirement continues and I am very thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
That is Some Hydraulic Brakes
One day at a food shop,
I met a man selling cakes,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some hydraulic brakes.
"Got any hydraulic brakes?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No hydraulic brakes here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely marbles,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some barbels."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally cunning,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call stunning,
The great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit slim.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty skim.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the food shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."
"Cakes, hydraulic brakes, you shall find.
Marbles, barbels, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Barker's Market.
So to Barker's Market I decided to go,
In search of the hydraulic brakes I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling cakes,
Apples in many shades.
There were even stalls selling rakes
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather slim
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all skim.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some hydraulic brakes!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some marbles and cakes.
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the hydraulic brakes she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
As night time sets in, my arms wrapped around you, waiting
Feelings of warmth I share with you, mine inside totally are elating
A field of darkness springs from the horizon emanating
Star seeds infinity planted throughout it, germinating
I hold you as still water surrounds us, your beauty without debating
You exceed all expectations exceptionally in a word, obliterating
My unhappiness that was brewing and percolating
As you enjoy a dozen red scents, twelve times more happiness, I wish for you than I'm relating
Your enchanting, extraordinary, respecting you even after those growing stars no longer radiating