Best Exulted Poems
Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening
Placidly he ruminates where life has been
When she still believed in vibrant springs
And exulted dawning of purple mornings
Echoing exuberance of seasons’ calling
Fragile, yet colorful, as autumnal leaves
Delicate, aesthetic, as snowflakes falling--
Until she chose to surrender her dreams.
Oh! how fervently she cherished streams
Zigzagging ebulliently on their property
Digging lanes through prairies dark green,
Giggling, rushing, curving, on life-journey,
Pointing zealously, how to redirect destiny
Hosting daydreams of daffodils, milkweeds,
And tranquil bliss edifying lotus sanctuary.
Pity, neither did he feel her zestful appeal,
Nor could he allay those spaces left empty--
Between life as it is, and life that could be--
Saddled by incongruence defying harmony.
Lonesome he wailed tracing her footprints:
Cheered birds singing, doted stars twinkling,
Breathed-in her air scented with jasmines,
Buzzed in moth-passions of nocturnal winds,
Gazed deep woods where moon was rising,
And found her there, but not her meaning.
Yet, she came by, reminiscing through time,
Staying long enough, scanning the night skies--
But much as she tried, the Venus didn’t smile,
Alas! when she left, that was final goodbye.
April 28, 2021
Poem of the day on April 29, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Forlorn Hope
Categories:
exulted, lost love, moving on,
Form:
Verse
Like a baptismal rite, the waters flow
upon the sandy shore marred by the feet
of travelers. There, in the golden glow
of sun, where sky and land and ocean meet,
each scar is washed away by the deep reach
of faithful waves, poured from the font-like sea;
here liquid spirit bathes the pitted beach
and leaves behind unblemished purity.
I walked along the water's edge and saw
the prints I made, which in so short a time
were gone- the shore, agleam without a flaw,
and I exulted in the holy clime-
As if my soul, like scarred and trampled sand,
was mended by the hallowed sea's great hand.
Categories:
exulted, baptism, beach, inspirational, peace,
Form:
Sonnet
It
was him,
and immediately
I felt the very moment he
too, saw me as I entered the room.
I averted my eyes, seemingly not magnetized,
yet his form continued to caress the corner of my eyes.
My entire body was so attuned to his every movement, I sighed.
Suffused with such warmth was I, knowing he was looking at me…alone.
I tried to turn away, but felt the searing heat where his eyes touched my skin.
I realized I was hypnotized, mesmerized by the power of intense attraction.
Minutes passed by, I would catch again his eyes, staring, brooding.
Overwhelmed by his presence, I felt such effervescence.
Senses wired to all that was him, I was exulted
to know that his eyes were as glued
to me as mine were to him.
Nobody, no one else.
Him and only
him.
He moved, the
second I floated to him.
I stopped, time to catch my breath.
Him whose strides came quickly to my side.
Such panther’s grace, eyes holding my stare, he smiled.
The wineglass in my hand trembled, serene not I, far from calm.
Suffused with much warmth was I, knowing he was looking at me…alone.
I turned away, and felt the searing heat where his eyes just touched my skin.
Hand on my elbow, he silently led me to where the crowds were, to dance .
Such arrogance, I thought I’ve had enough as a child, of dominance.
Yet I, surprised, felt the rush of liquid fire through my veins
with his large hand, warm and steady on my bare back.
Alive were all nerve ending, as we went dancing
through the night, I heard the loud sound
of the wild beating of my heart.
Suddenly…I was jarred,
and from a dream,
woke up
I.
Kim Patrice Nunez
DREAMS CONTEST - 10 th Place
SPONSOR: ROB CARMACK
23 April 2015
Categories:
exulted, dance, desire, dream, love,
Form:
Shape
The Tiny Seed Opened
Deep the ponderous silent beginning
Rumbled its struggle to
And break open once upon its lilting
And thought
It lifted high some resounding
Gathered itself by pulse climactic
Loosening
The swollen burst of its making
And deeper driven the slow light emancipating
Rising glory
The exulted splendour
Forth rushing spreads encompassing
In the eternal reaches
The heart beats deliverance
Sings joyous cries
With life eyes
“I am here !
“I have arrived !
The impassioned apex of praise
Fortissimo to the pinnacle creation
The tiny seed
Opened
Inspired by
Also Sprach Zarathustra, Op. 30
( Eng Thus Spake Zarathustra) is a tone poem by, Richard Strauss composed in 1896 and
inspired by Friedrich Nietzsche philosophical treatise of the same name.
( Wikipedia )
Categories:
exulted, nature
Form:
Free verse
I read in solitude, I found peace.
I read with love, I felt exulted.
I read when I was lonely, I got a companion.
I read when I felt sick at heart, I embraced ecstasy.
I read histories and spoke to the people of the past.
I read biographies and met my mentors.
I read fantasies and widened my jaws at the magic lamps.
I read poetry to master vocabulary.
I read war tales and realised the value of peace
I visualised orphan kids and felt the pain behind hunger pangs
I read love stories and learnt the best life lessons.
I skimmed through adventures and learnt embracing fears.
While I read,
I became a sailor and traversed on salt waters greeting the storms,
I turned into a detective and loosened the knots of unsolved mysteries
I sang with the cuckoos, danced with the dragons and merried with the magic mats
I felt pain, I felt love, I endured every emotion of my unknown friend.
Read to explore,
Read to exercise your brain,
Read to travel,
Read to know another world,
Read to socialize,
Read to boost your morale.
Read children read, for it makes you what you thought you could never be.
Categories:
exulted, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
I tarried for a moment...
I was tender to the sun.
Not sure I would be welcome...
I lay burdened by the one.
My loss of Faith was tragic...
Life's filter gone awry.
It seems of some importance
As I face towards the sky.
Who am I to grovel
For a life that's gone askew?
But one who stands exulted
And in Faith begins anew.
I fear not the nonexistence
Some associate with death.
The Grace of God awaits me
As I take my final breath.
The End
Categories:
exulted, faith, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
My head is a box of secrets
My nerves are tuned to my dreams
If I could change this sorry world and
were to tell you of my plans
I would speak a universal language
If you heard my message and
came with your own secrets and dreams
I would be invincible
I am the gentle voice of Peace,
the the living symbol of Harmony
Friends resonate with my energy
My head unlocks the mysteries of life from
where the source gushes
I need the power of generosity
I need the art of forgiveness
The old house haunted by false deities all at
once fell down.
I found miracles in the dust, said
to be the hope of things to come
A good and abundant spirit
Ah, for a power to change psychic forces
My lady, the God of Storm and Frenzy is on the move
Mama his occult nature frightens me.
I am nearer to the truth
My poetry is an instument of grave importance
Goddess, I am- but not exulted
The nerves still strain for this sorry world
My wit is a power for change
Sweet mama, I have seen the shadow
I have been generous
I have been forgiving.
But still the world revolves around hatred
Frighten off Wotan !!! the unleasher of dark passions
Until Heaven and Hell collide
let there be no talk of Archetypal fate.
I fear the notion of a collective unconscious
filled with psychotic types withdrawn from reality.
Goodness must overcome - mark my soul
Categories:
exulted, dark, evil, truth, war,
Form:
Free verse
Rainbow coloured camouflage
The rainbow whispered “look at me I am a cameo in abused disguise”.
"You are a beautiful mean to an end, a pot of gold awaiting where you
touch the horizon, elusive no doubt but tangible in dreams and in wishes”.
‘Faruq’ true to his name, the one who distinguishes truth from all falsehood,
vowed to ‘Nahla’, or the drink of water, to be with her forever come rain
or shine, when the Bedouins halted for their wedding under thorn’s holy arbor.
“There will be moist earth under the sacred tree”, promised the shaman,
drank potions from ‘Ausaj’, danced, convulsed and exulted as everyone gathered
under the ‘Sdir’ tree with the promise of sustenance and children from heaven.
It was a monkey’s wedding, glistening sun combined with sprinkles of drizzle,
but the rainbow forgot that camels and goats don’t mix with mischief-makers,
imported from modern changes of climate, greed, power and destruction.
“I have been camouflaged, misconstrued, disenfranchised, seven beautiful colours exuding disaster”. “No, you have your rightful place under the skies, warmongering nations ignore you, they exploit the fruits of the desert, relish oil of demise”.
Ear-piercing storms erupted and lightening ensued with full thunderous wrath and
the tree of life got splintered and divided, ancient reality was crushed under modern delusion.
‘Faruq’ and ‘Nahla’ could not believe that their short marriage was over, they joined their ancestors, struck by the rainbow, who had masked the power of drowning waters, looked helplessly on.
Meanwhile tanks, constructed and draped in seven deadly sins, kept their tracks
in the quick sand of glory, deceit and rape of the planet, full,evil steam ahead.
“I feel so guilty”, uttered the rainbow, “I could not display my true colours”, but the wind and the Gods replied “Not your fault, do not take the blame, when gold turns to tar”.
Categories:
exulted, bridal shower, wedding,
Form:
Narrative
You are everything to me.
Without you, doors would not open,
Drifting in an estuary of such belonging.
If I never knew you, who would I be,
How could I change in new directions,
Courage and faith exulted.
The loneliest hour passing,
Entering city lights in a haven,
Dual lanes in the midnight hour.
The city burns,
Blood pours the vernacular ceiling.
I hit the gas.
Over the orange haze of night lights,
Wheels burning, sound as companion,
Window down low.
It's hypnotic, the night time feeling,
The blacked out houses,
The continuous spit of an asphalt track,
Ethereal hills in shadow.
High winds rock but I don't care.
Meet me at the toll bridge,
My desire is you.
Centuries fill this place,
Old and decaying,
Void remnants.
Turning into the bay,
I remember you.
You were all I desired.
Categories:
exulted, chocolate,
Form:
Verse
When the Moon fell in love with the night,
Her luminous knight held her ebony hand,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight
She wears a crown of constellations, a breath-taking sight,
And as mere mortals sleep, the nocturnal take stand,
When the Moon fell in love with the night
Uncomplaining, never ceasing, then at twilight;
She prepares the blanket of eventide for another land,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight
Infinite awe of wonder, Sylph of boundless flight,
The slumber of sleep waited for majestic command,
When the Moon fell in love with the night
Hypnotic plethora of aura, an observers delight,
A silent phenomenon only her realm can understand,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight
Her regal stillness exulted by the stars and her moonlight,
The allures of our universe, as they came forth to expand,
When the Moon fell in love with the night,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight
15/11/22
The Beauty of the Night poem contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Categories:
exulted, love, moon, night, romance,
Form:
Villanelle
Adorned in pearls and silver lace,
the moon's tranquility veiled her virtuous face.
A white flowing satin gown she did wear,
as moonbeams touched upon her silver hair.
'Twas beneath the blue moon’s exulted arch,
the night awaiting the sun’s returning march.
I stood upon the sun bleached sands, felt ocean's breeze
of that which took, I dropped down to my humble knees.
Beset of love, in quiet quest of great romance,
where long ago my Mirabelle wistfully danced,
and all the clouds of soft and gentle form,
the stillness round between the heaves of storm.
And there along the soft and golden strand
she momentarily held my quivering hand.
Through the mist of Love of great renown,
the sweetness of her lips 'tis what I found.
And washed ashore the deep blue waves
we marveled at its white cascade
bathed in light of the glistening moon
'twas there our melded souls communed.
It’s but my imagination a passionate dream.
No, never! thou that yet dost lovelier seem
'twas not to be, Mirabelle belonged to another
‘Twas but a lambent flame which I must rent asunder.
Categories:
exulted, desire, dream, feelings, heartbroken,
Form:
Rhyme
With twilight a few days away
Answers were revealed in strange places
Alignment of the planets
A chorus only I heard
A coven of 5 female clowns
Holding hands in a circle
In the Walgreens parking lot
Slowly walking in circles
Chanting some unrecognizable omen
Everyone saw them, only I heard them
You see, folks come to Walgreens
Hoping for a cure
Real or imaginary
An apparition appeared through the mist
Apparently the chanting showed results
A tall figure, hair aflame
Exulted the coven to disperse
Shooting stars hesitated above their heads
Casting an evil glow upon them
Suddenly the clowns disappeared
Screams fading into the trees
Leaving only charred ashes
Omens
Cast
Away
Categories:
exulted, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
I loved that day which blest its night
With antediluvian might,
Of ours flourishing souls in joy
That some divine being must deploy.
It was a lithe nocturnal wood,
‘Midst whose darkening core there stood
A tiny cottage, ancient as the Moon.
Whence we then heard the leaves to croon.
Lagoon! a lustrous lagoon saw we!
Beside the trees, serried in glee,
And our small home– its lovely limit
Never saw this oneness split.
‘Twas morning then, but now the murk
Embraced two lovely hearts, and hark !
The crickets, ever hidden did hurl
Their doleful screech from many a knurl.
Above a couple at peace in a nest
Did murmur private words , as if lest
None could overhear their sound,
None could intrude their world from ‘round.
Then thou closer, closer wert,
I dwelt, exulted, on thy sinless heart.
And our gay mutters were no louder
Than theirs who loved the voice of amour.
A luscious smile as thou didst pour
On night’s abundant beauty store,
Perhaps He lavished for lovers’ sake
Another world that we could make.
Fake! ‘Twas fake for it wouldn’t last,
As that unseen joy glided fast
Towards a sunny dullness again;
No mystic love there did we regain !
Categories:
exulted, beauty,
Form:
Verse
They all seek our votes and promise change when they are elected,
And to correct the follies of their predecessors, but just as we expected,
Once they attain that exulted office and the trappings they deem are due,
They feel they have to govern the world and not the likes of me and you!
They traipse about this troubled orb seeking fame and adulation,
Forgetting that their first responsibility is that of caring for this nation!
They're generous with our money - never mind that we need the money here,
To care for our homeless, jobless and hungry who need that help so dear!
They involve us in senseless wars, sapping our precious blood and treasure!
Alas, orphans and widows are left to wonder why - so sad by any measure.
They strive to solve the problems and get involved in other nations' affairs,
Wouldn't it be swell if they stayed at home and attended to our cares!
Some seem concerned about redefining and protecting borders of other nations.
Gee, wouldn't it be novel to protect our country's borders from illegal violations!
Some seem more concerned about protecting terrorists' constitutional rights!
Never mind that they killed many innocent folks with those horrendous flights!
Seems to me that Presidents have enough to worry about here at home,
Rather than trying to solve other nations' plights as about the world they roam!
They'd find enough to keep them busy here if they'd take the time to look.
I'd like a President who'd govern this nation in accordance with the oath he took!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
exulted, politicalworld, me, money,
Form:
Rhyme
Maître peintre of exulted hallelujahs
skywriting's vastly delusional vapors,
whitewashed of stained looking-glass
flourished in atmospherical cloudbursts,
beyond hallucinations' unearthly enlightenment
dreamt 'pon released chimerical technicolor
(Maître peintre - master painter)
Categories:
exulted, dream, fantasy, heaven, imagery,
Form:
Imagism