Best Exuberant Poems
Exuberant Light
Selfless rays spring from tonal anagrams
Crystal daybreaks that never know twilight
Released from the pure rhapsody “I Am”
Innocent of intention, free of night,
Nascent from infinity’s essence – light -
Unselfish benediction leaping up
Vitality born in perfection’s cup
Pure spirit, benevolent chivalry,
Enduring present animas closeup,
Crucible, animation’s ministry.
Breathless, lives without infected judgement,
Simply chanted bliss in the present tense
Torrents of chaste delight’s descant descent
Dainty clarity, effervescent zest,
Seeks no return – collects no interest -
Unselfish bounty - Eternal always –
Cascading lambent merriment of praise
No need of sun or moon nativity
Incorruptible abundance ablaze
Light sings everlasting festivity.
11-16-21
Contest: Agendaless Exuberance
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
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EXUBERANT NATURE
Thunder bolts
Lightning tears away
ground grumbles
joyous chaps
jolt worlds together
pause—repeat
Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013 ©
My ardent faith in you leading me to your divine pond where I will flap my tiny hands and swim with you to the other shore.
streaks of pleasure rose
as the swimming lesson grows -
swan and little boy
Date of Entry : 10-08-2020
Contest : Haibun - Pick Your Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
My puppy is ridiculously excited and exuberant every day.
Wiggling and jiggling with enthusiasm, always ready to play.
Today he is sedately sitting calmly with a butterfly on his nose.
Perfectly still for an odd reason. Do you suppose?
Is he evolved enough to be spiritually aware?
Maybe because he stayed motionless until the monarch was in the air.
The master of mischief shatters her darling windowpane,
grey-haired ninja lady twists her bulletproof cane.
Oh poor antique walls displeased at this routine,
they groan and wither at what this battle has been.
Granny in her sixties against the kid aged 5 to catch,
the monkey business in this house with none to match.
Broken cups, torn pillows-- souvenirs from February,
they race around this mansion like Tom and Jerry.
The war worsens for TV remote on tranquil summer nights,
none of them ready to surrender to switched off lights.
So one day I gifted them a canvas and new colors to paint,
their eyes lightened up at separate sets for no complaint.
Granny's lonely memories bring symphonies of showers,
she remembers how much she loved painting flowers.
They smile, excited to learn floating in pink and blue,
together, painting masterpieces in a dazzling lilac hue.
Like tendrils of grapes and melons in my garden they grow,
strokes in unison splashed with colors on a single canvas flow.
It wasn't so difficult to guide their enthusiasm so bright,
I sigh playing with my TV remote-- Tom and Jerry at last, unite.
June 18, 2020
summer love
her sun hat in the heather
their joy exuberant
they frolic like puppies
best memory of his life
No one laughs as loudly or as exuberantly as a child
from the ghetto or the barrio.
I know, for I have worked with children
from a ghetto for six years, and from a barrio for five.
They have learned to laugh with absolute pure flat out sugar joy.
Their excited piercing scream-laugh can go from zero to sixty in seconds.
Every good moment for them is a victory lap.
For it is a moment when they realize their brothers and sisters are all alive.
No one has been shot in a drive by.
No one has found a dead body in the park today.
It might be a moment that Mom is not shooting up heroin.
It may be a moment that Dad comes home and does not beat on anyone.
But these children know how to celebrate a good moment.
Sure, they can be loud, but they have earned this right.
They might be dancing with pure joy because you gave them a piece of sausage pizza.
They might be jumping up and down with pure happy because you ate lunch with them.
I relish creating moments like these with the children I work with.
There is no laughter more boisterous, more happy, or more joyous than the laughter
of a child who knows how to cherish a moment.
If I can give one child a day, this moment, it is enough.
My job is done.
my vibrant garden
in pure health harmony live
flowers, worms and ants
In profound space deep within fathomless
my private universe I feel in glee,
singular soul shines there as suns countless
within the exuberant galaxy.
In agendaless acuity free
I see the light of divine perception,
illumining the timeless dimension.
Kindled, I rise from the depth of abyss
and on odyssey of resurrection
discover the constellation of bliss.
November 22, 2021
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Contest : Agendaless Exuberance
Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker
She ventured limitless miles, creating for herself, beaucoup lifestyles.
She cannot be locked in a sumptuous home, nor in your selfish heart.
It's simply not her way!
But you can find her dancing with daisies with no shoes or socks.
Totally free, she will never follow you down to the sea, any dock.
Happily, paintinng her life’s joyous foray!
Beware, as she will intoxicate you with her mahogany eyes.
With invitations to come and play, always with a sensuous surprise.
Her songs lift the sun at break of day.
Forever blowing sensous, kaleidoscopic bubbles in your direction.
Life is her delight and indeed, total and sweetest confection.
At night she dances in ectasy, as stars come out to play!
1/14/2024
Photo~ Marpessa Dawn,in the movie, “Black Orpheus, “ 1959, directed by French film maket, Marcel Camus. Based on the Greek mythology of Orpheus and Eurydice. Takes oplace in Rio during Carnival! Awesome movie!
Henessey the hip hop girl danced rings around the others
Astounding her dance teacher and other girls’ mothers
She is such a show-off said the other girls in her hip hop class.
Her kicks were crazy and wildly exuberant; she broke more than one glass.
We like your enthusiasm, the dance teacher told Henessey
But you have to watch what you are doing with your elbows and knee
Henessey kicked out a window and knocked a vase off a ledge.
The dance teacher refunded their money, asking her to take karate instead.
They hailed him as a hero, it turned out he was a fool,
I followed the herd, but forgot this basic rule:
Check the car works, before you drive it down the hill
The speedbump of reality undoes the initial thrill.
I was disenchanted, embarrassed, disappointed
Looking back, I asked, how was this man anointed?
When illusions and reality did part,
The waves crashed down on my melancholy heart.
Nobody's perfect, this I understand
Too few are honest with themselves in this wacky land
When the quake hit, walls gave way, assumptions did deceive
When the dust cleared, the rocks fell, who could still believe?
I had seen too much, struck by the poison dart,
I staggered from the crowd, my hand pressing on my heart.
The heavens darkened and in the blasting rain,
I began to run as I strove to cleanse the moral stain.
I left that dismal scene, rode into a desert town
Saw the Cepheus constellation, a king with his starry crown
Found an ephemeral stream, between cactus in the night
Started recovering, started feeling alright.
I need to have both ways, the skeptic road to truth
But also, to renew the exuberance of youth
Just for a while to suppress the memory, to restart,
Maybe one day I'll reclaim that enthusiastic heart.