Best Exclaiming Poems
Wind-driven, deceptive, mysterious,
cries vixen's pulsating, debauchery
with haunting arias, mesmerizing!
The lighthouse, fearlessly, captivated,
by siren's symphonic orchestrations
shines brighter, exclaiming calamity!
She cautions vigilant navigators...
fog's mirage masquerades mortality!..
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Inspired by Nette's Contest: The Lighthouse
9/23/14 By Carrie Richards
after Ivan's wake, later that night while I slept,
I had a dream..........
suddenly! I was in a parking garage below ground,
it was dark and oil-greasy, I was standing near a car,
a big old four-door
and on the other side of the car stood Ivan
motioning me to come to him......
I started around the side of the car,
but my feet felt like lead buckets......... I could barely move
I couldn't seem to get to him.......
and reached out to him.......
exclaiming "Ivan your dead! do you know your dead?"
.......with that peaceful smile Ivan always had,
he replied "jimmy! (he always called me jimmy)
I know, I'm ok, come here, I have to tell you something"
he reached out his hand to me,
.............and disappeared
i am a possibility
of many possibilities
i am a ratio
an indecisive factor
in the rest of what this dimension has to offer
the world is a top
i spin it and predict the probability
that the end will equal the means
or perhaps surpass it
even if i never surpass this muck-up
these broken eardrums
and the inquisition of my empty head exclaiming empty words
and i don't even exist
especially to the solipsists, nihilists
and i no longer give a sh--
i am now officially some lazy apathetic prick
oh i could have been a possibility
but that possibility was so small
that you'd need a magnifying glass
and some tweezers
i am rust, oxified and tearing up
i am crust, the sh-- in the ring on the toilet
i am lust, but never just enough
i am bust
i am a loser without a leash and/or choke chain
My husband... has never minded
eating a vegetable he doesn't like
just so they will eat theirs...
Or eating half smashed, soggy potato chips
out of clammy little hands,
when they've decided they would like to share...
He's fine... letting them play hairdresser...
sitting patiently, while they curl his hair,
He will play Old Maid, pretending to have a sour face...
all the while letting them win
He doesn't mind drinking muddy looking tea
from a tiny little cup, that is too small for his fingers
Or sitting out in the blazing sun
on a hot summer afternoon
watching them stay cool, as they frolic in the sprinklers
He shows excitement
over a Popsicle stick
glued onto cardboard,
and tied with a bow....
exclaiming it to be his favorite birthday gift...
He doesn't mind taking them up and down the aisles of Wal Mart
for an hour, while they decide how to spend their dollar
He would rather spend his day playing hopscotch
than a round of golf
He's their Grandpa.........
Just one more reason why I love him
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"A Good Man" Contest
Sponsor: Lewis Rayne
The inn of my Heart
has many rooms;
I thought I knew them all.
They were peopled with
husband, children,
family and friends.
Even God had a room,
and I visited them all frequently.
I really didn't think
there were any more rooms;
Until one day,
while walking through my Inn,
I discovered a suite of rooms
unoccupied.
"Who is this for?"
I loudly asked,
"And why have not these rooms
been used?"
No one could tell me who,
and no one could tell me why.
So I stumbled around the rooms
exclaiming over the things
that I found there.
But as surely as day must dawn
the realization slowly came,
and with such a sense of discovery,
I stood there in awe
wondering what I would do.
For I had entered the rooms
filled with the essence of me.
There were all the hopes,
and dreams,
and feelings,
of one human soul.
And when I looked with understanding,
I saw that even the ugly things
had not been forgotten here.
It was a fearful thing
to be confronted with myself,
to see so clearly all the things
I had long ignored.
You see, the things we ignore,
hoping they'll go away,
simply move into our rooms
and wait for rediscovery.
Your turn will come,
if it hasn't already,
to enter your suite of rooms
and be confronted
with all the essence of you.
What will you do?
And, what am I going to do now?
Escape and close the door?
Lock it?
Build a wall in front of it?
Try to forget the things I found
in my suite of rooms?
Put my blinders back on?
Or will I have the courage
to move into my rooms;
to become familiar with those intangibles
that exist in all of us;
To learn to live with
the ugly things,
and not be defeated by them;
To sort out the useable
from all the rest,
and use it with enthusiasm;
To know that what I found here
won't always suit those around me,
But acknowledge it anyway.
I stand now in the doorway,
looking out, looking in,
wondering . . .
Submitted 17 Sept 2016
To Contest: What Might They Find There
Vespers of the falls,
Exclaiming the earth’s past pains;
Whispers in the mist.
This is our precious Earth
It's high time we savvy its worth
When the King Sun emerges in the east
When the waxing moon smiles dark sky amidst
When little seeds pierce the earth's sheet
When fluffy white waves nudge our feet
Praise our precious Earth
And merrily savvy its worth?
On perceiving the terrific designs on butterflies
While admiring the stunning colors of dragonflies
And the vivid shapes of insects and little bugs
While seeing the colorful snails and black slugs
Just praise our precious Earth
And try to savvy it's worth
When the life saving rain drops glitter
When the lovable pet animals utter
When night loving katydids sing lullabies
When responsible parent birds feed babies
When mushrooms bloom out of trash towers
When deserted land blushes in cactus flowers
Remember this could happen only in our Earth
And so save our earth by exclaiming its worth
When the blue skies and green grasses grin
And the lofty trees and mountains shine
While glimpsing the beautiful landscapes
While relishing the rivers and their shapes
Remember, this is possible only in our Earth
Failing to fathom its mere worth
Will be the sinful mistake we ever commit
To the future generations; We gotta admit
Our mother earth is precious
She is too gracious
So savvy her worth
Save our earth
April 22 2022
https://youtu.be/L0DVo51ywj8
***AND NOW GOD BRINGS TO YOU… ***
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Through the auspices of
Our Glorious God’s
Creation Company…
Traveling the infinite of Love…
Across the heavens, then
Through our atmosphere, and,
With His eternal nearness to
The Earth’s moving horizons ~
In His wanting to reach
Every bedroom
Door and window with His Light…
All rise, please, as
The New Day
Now Presents to you:
The Sun!
See how
She first appears with a single, flaming peek
Out from beneath
The opaque black curtain of night,
Which stirs us to wake from
The forgettable dreams of dead sleep.
The fanfare of trees,*
which grows and breathes,
just beyond my window,
Now tunes up to accompany
Sun’s early swim up the sky,
Their punctuating notes, their leaves
swishing and flittering
In time with whistling breezes to
Signal
Sun has begun
Her welcomed performance —
Quite delighting our eyes
With her dazzling, ornate, orange dress.
There are exclaiming cheers heard
from Mother Nature’s
“Sold-out” audience — that color-lush
Everywhere around,
Holding hope for this re-rebirth of
A new day, preceding all
The days of discovery still to come.
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** Note: “fanfare” of trees —
SO, For the trees outside my window, it is not a “group, border, array, cluster, grove, mass, or forest.” Since I needed to describe and define with a NEW adjective, Writer’s License was used - after research — i coin the trees with whom I interac as a “fanfare” of trees, meaning essentially, an ‘addition’ or enhancement to a specified principal thing, which adds value.
Written with concern for world’s areas
surfering severe drought. Prayers going
Up for your relief & all peoples to work on the global environmental crisis.
(c) sally young eslinger 1012/22
Paroxysmal passions of preying eyes,
Whispering waves upon warming ocean…
Harmonies hankering hearts hypnotize,
Melodic mists of driving devotion.
Yelling and yearning youthful ambitions,
Sizzling summers endure exotic heat…
Posturing pleasures amidst positions,
Capitalizing confidence complete.
Adoration and affection flaming,
Tendering tears of cascading desire…
Lavender lips erotic exclaiming,
Sensuous seductions sacred of hire.
Summer heating upon flux flirtations,
Settling storms within sexual stations.
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...this sonnet can also be read backward...
10 syllables per line
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June.12.2020
Summers heat sonnet Poetry
Sponsored by~ John Hamilton
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
The rational subject
Dances in duality
Stripped of earnings, personhood urging
Marked by contract, on paper
Life transforms into property
Belligerent because of tooth enamel-
That unexpected biological decay
Proves that mind stands still
We've built up a hoary artifice
Exclaiming our particular version of truth
Covering the ground with gridwork and lines
Mining jewels to keep the helium high
While filling quotas to make the ceiling rise
I hear the great man/ nature divide
Residing in our pattern of life
Speaking out a vast anguish
Birthing pains of a new era
We will make it through the womb
Our power lies in our pleasure
As mankind always traverses
An uneven terrain
The dawn arrived
And
I am still here:
Standing
Breathing
Watching
Listening
Touching
Scenting
Tasting
Admiring
Wondering
Enjoying
Exclaiming
Celebrating
Praying
And
Offering thanksgiving to our Lord
For
The unique privilege
That
So many have lost:
TO BE ALIVE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 November 2016
Sometimes, I roam a lush green forest...
in my mind; birds sing a chorus
Being one with nature and admiring
it's magnificent splendor;
all it has to offer
Sometimes I envision...
surrendering freely
to the beauteous wilderness.
Once in a blue moon, I'd hike
up the mountains
where the rarified air is thin.
I'd sit at the summit
in a tabula rasa state of mind
as if lost in time;
surveying
the vast sea
of tall green trees.
I'd picture myself
standing
at the top
with my hands
outstretched
like Leonardo DiCaprio
in the movie, "Titanic,"
exclaiming...
"I'm the king of the world!"
magnificent sights
wilderness envisioning...
in full surrender
Writing Challenge - Nature, Four In One - Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Forms: Crystalline(9/8), Kimo(10/7/6), Verse, Haiku(5/7/5)
Syllables checked at www.HowManySyllables.com
Sponsored by Constance La France
Themes chosen: Forest, Trees & Birds
Date written: 09/06/2020
If slavery was a choice, as some have agreed, then what are we?
If watching your father and mother endure rape or murder was a choice,
Then why do we sit on idle hands, while Trump eradicates our posterity’s opportunities,
As if they were written in sand?
If not being able to read was a choice,
Then why do you go to the PlayStation in a rush
while your library card collects dust?
Even a Ward educates themselves,
Even the eunuch Greyjoy developed the courage to stand against evil.
In the midst of upheaval, one mustn’t look through a straw while planning the future.
The sagacious knows fighting must be eschewed when only death is in thy terms.
Allah heard their suffering, but sometimes the way out is through.
They didn’t endure out of docility or obsequiousness,
But out of discernment and sagacity.
The desolate doesn’t become prosperous by exclaiming tumultuous absurdities,
But by embodying opulent minds.
Go back to the mother, which is the way, and endure the storm,
While being metamorphic in form.
You see, my Kings and Queens,
The only choice they made was to give their posterity a fighting chance,
To gather strength while the usurpers wane and start to underestimate.
We must pick up the quill and write our own fates,
No more brooding or carping about what Donny Thrump is doing.
One man’s decisions determine another man’s life,
As much as a drought challenges the land.
Yet, life, like the Way, will always find a path to flourish,
Forevermore permeating even the harshest conditions.
We must stop talking about what great leaders and men should be,
And become Great Men and Assiduous Leaders.
We were the first great civilization and shall act as such.
Lead with grace,
Strike with prudence,
Read great books that enrich the mind,
Treat each other with unyielding reverence,
Because we each carry a piece of the divine.
I am that I am, and I am my brother's keeper.
*** SIMPLY ***
Simply
The elements unite
Linked and willing,
In no prescribed order
The route’s lay swirls
Through
Our simple souls,
Appearing still
But
Bleeding subtly
Along the outstretched
Fibers of the cosmic fabric
God breathes ~
His effects
In seemingly
Simple
Measures
— His music and mathematics —
Annotate
The dances we seek —
The steps for the soul
With its holy and awed
Communion…
Graces exclaiming
Alleluhia!
Shaking the stillness
Wherein He is found
Ever yet renewing
His Love
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(c) sally young eslinger 5/30/23
Thanks be to God
No longer will I search the stars for that bright
shooting star that bursts like a rocket through
the cobalt sky, exclaiming our love.
No longer will you hold me in your warm arms.
No longer will dawn steal my breath as twilight
softly fades into a lavender sky.
No longer will my heart take flight with
birds on the wing.
No longer will I sing songs with the sea.
No longer will there be four foot prints in the sand.
No longer will your laugh make me laugh too.
No longer will I enjoy food prepared by
your sweet hands.
No longer will I feel cloaked by your love,
protected by your presence, or safe when alone.
No longer will you be by my side.
No longer, no longer—
No longer will I feel sorry for myself,
but happy for you.
Fare thee well my love.
Fare thee well.
Connie Marcum Wong
Note* My husband is doing better now. My gratitude for your prayers.