Best Exults Poems
Somewhere in a strange land
An unknown heart throbs for me
Etching an amorous graffiti
On the blank walls of my mind
Where ever I am, I feel a pair of eyes
Fondly surveying and scanning me,
Speaking to me in silence
And keeps me awake in the night
I feel it all, I hear it all
Filling me with a sweet ache!
When night birds croon in the woods
And their mates answer the serenade,
When the moon begins her somnambulistic walk
And light beams percolate through pine needles,
When glow worms float in darkness
Like cruise ships over the sea,
When the opening Jasmine secretly exults
In her own exotic scent,
Sitting in my dimly lighted room
I draft this message of love
Pouring all my warmth into it
Thus emptying my love laden heart
That blazes with the fire of love
And encode it in cryptic script
To be mailed to you, my love!
Oh, it might take much time
Better it be a whispered endearment
Sent through this perfumed night breeze
That shall carry it from this end to that end
So kindly leave your window open!
~Placed First~
A Strand (1074) Poetry Contest
Nov.28.2022
~PLACED FOURTH~
Re-submitted for 2022 Poetry Marathon. Mile.21. Poetry Contest (with
modifications)
When night burns starless like a tomb,
shadow exults the dark and gloom.
Our souls hone fears sharp as a blade,
and every path holds certain doom.
To dare a trek on nights thus made
all rue in heart their fool's crusade.
Through shadowed vestige, mute and still
all dreams of past and future fade.
Fainthearted now, we lack the will
to slow our heart, to mount the hill,
where specters sing their doleful tune,
and dread alone makes one's blood chill.
Dark, boundless night would have us swoon,
so pray that safety comes, and soon.
When souls feel trapped by shadows dire
we cast our hopes upon the moon.
The moon sustains as twilight's fire,
it tarries until dusk expire.
When sunlight ends the night's deep mire,
we'll share new hope by dawn's bright pyre.
~~~Night Burns~~~
"Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore."
~ Psalm 16:11 (The Holy Bible)
In Your presence, there is fullness of joy
A joy that no one can ever destroy
You cheer my soul and clothe me with gladness
Your joy is my strength, no place for sadness
My soul bursts out with joyful songs of praise
In adoration, my spirit, I raise
Rejoicing with joy inexpressible
For You have made Yourself accessible
Your words, my delight, the joy of my heart
Keeping Your commandments, full joy impart
My lips shout for joy, soul exults in You
For You have clothed me with salvation true
Rejoicing in hope, joy everlasting
Night weeping will end, dawn joy contrasting
In all affliction, joy overflowing
Reap with shouts of joy, though in tears sowing
I have set the Lord always before me
You're at my right hand, shaken I'll not be
I am glad, my whole being rejoices
My heart, mind and soul, all lift their voices
6th March 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - J words" contest
Memories mottle my butterfly’s wings
Shimmering and cute they are from my past
And a new song the bard in me now sings
On two sweet ones from the database vast.
“ Chitra Salabh” is the word in my tongue
For this insect so loved by old and young
But “Chitra” is our star female playback
Those days, my son was learning his speak
TV was on.. and” Chitra” , mentions some one
Hearing the word, jumps up for joy, my son
And exults, “ I saw chitra”..Too young then
To know ’ Chit’, ’ Butterfly’ was what he meant
Some years on, a lovely lady I met
Leela Naidu, wife of poet Dom Moraes
“A double grandma, I am now” , she said,
“ But are those butterflies still there in your place?”
“Those black and white ones I saw in my youth”.
I knew not then she was Miss India once
And a sizzling Bollywood beauty, to boot
All that I learnt a little late, by chance.
For P.D’s ‘Old butterfly poem”
S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 09 Oct 2011
What, then, is Love but a sword of roses
Which cleaves poor waiting hearts
And thusly drunk with the blood of saints
Exults in its own dissipation?
And mine, a soul it so jagged gashed,
A scarred and wilted husk
Which once had songs to Heaven sung
Yet now but gasps with the fetid breath of dying things...
Oh soft Night's tapestry:meadows, fields,
The courtyards of the Moon!
Now but brittle corpses endraped in silken mask,
Their board and banquet but sullen Death
Mocking of Light, fair Hope, and fond Embrace...
Some have said Jan has dung for brains
How rude are those who place disdains
on her poems in the soup
Their words are full of poop
Jan sits upon her throne and reigns
From porcelain commode she rules
Toilet paper and pen, her tools
She takes a morning dump
from a crack in her rump
One day she found dark colored stools
Her doctor arranged for a scan
So, off to the UK, flew Jan
From her brain to her feet
First an enema... Fleet
That kept Jan sitting on the can
Days later, she read the results
With mirth and laughter, Jan exults
She'd eaten licorice
Rumors were gibberish
Fools, were those rumoring insults
Jan's brain scan proved that she's alright
If her poems offend the 'uptight'
She just couldn't care less
If it brings them distress
Because she doesn't give a s.h.i.t.e
A lovely October morning!
Today I rose much earlier than usual.
I watch the night stealing away,
Like an accused convict under cover.
Sunlight peeks through the leaves.
In the haze of overhanging mist,
Only the blurred silhouette of trees, in sight.
The crows have begun their raucous call.
The leaves of grass are misted with dew.
A cool zephyr blows from the south.
The sky in scintillating colors adorn.
Even Sirius, the brightest star has paled.
Life is slowly beginning to unfold,
And men like shadows have begun to move.
The sun has now climbed to the Eastern hills,
In magisterial glory like a mighty king.
Shattering the mist with his lance like beams,
He exults like a victorious warrior.
His crystal rays rouse the sleeping birds,
And they begin their chorus in wondrous rhyme.
I enjoy the sweetness of this lovely morn.
In serene silence, I stand and watch,
The light that slowly fills the Earth,
Dispelling all trace of overhanging darkness!
Oh! Mighty kings, how many of you have been cursed by a beautiful silhouette.
How many of you have willfully fallen unto treacherous ground.
You have been poison by her pleasures and in her labyrinth you reside, for love is her poison, and desire is a trap.
King no more, but a broken man, for before you a woman exults herself, and in her nakedness –your death lies.
-one
I smile at you when you aren’t looking.
The set of your mouth, as it furrows irresistibly
Commandeering your face into the desired degree
Of aloof concentration. Chin in hands, you rove about
A world I catch only in glimpses,
As it scintillates through the reflection in your incessant clarity.
I can see the glaze slipping as you fight your way
Through the glossy clouds that feather in overlapping layers
On your perception –I can see the radiance begin to focus
From the lucid orbs that center your face -unclenching as it emerges
Reluctantly from where it had seeped its inspiration –penetrated
To the profundity of your being.
I strain to catch that first flicker of warmth –the spellbound rebirth
Of the halcyon element I scorch myself with
Beyond the beyond the beyond –
But never scar.
It’s rending the fetters that closed behind it,
I can feel the crisp distance congeal
As it prepares to receive a dawn –
My face blazes with a sudden knowledge:
For one frozen moment, sluggish rays already frothing
Just beneath the surface, my breath petrifies as I
Inhale a fear that I will desecrate this magic –
That your perfection –exquisite to the point of pain –
Will dissipate –marred by an irreverent worth.
An emblem of stillness, I rasp over edges of milliseconds
-the tingling plunge that precedes all fall or flight-
Your eyelids lift, echoes of recognition bouncing
As I leadenly raise answering gaze to hem in selfish supplication.
Locked, your icy awe exults without breaking –
You answer my smile, as I gasp through gritted teeth.
We laugh about anything and nothing, I catch hold of my shreds again.
-inconsequential exhilaration-
So quietly she trips across the floor,
dragging random flotsam and jetsam
she finds in niches the vacuum can't reach.
With evil intent, she crouches at my feet.
Then BONK! I've been kitten-bombed.
She exults in my reaction
of flying drink and floor-bound french fries.
Then she creeps away again
waiting for her next opportunity
to turn on airplane mode,
shut down the computer without saving
my changes,
and scare me half to death.
Arriving softly, the opulence of night
Which exults an iridescent moonglow
As heaven flashes its tints with delight
To adorn the view… young stars in a row.
Against late dusk’s chasm, rustling are trees
Like silken plumes…warm gift from nature’s green
Caressed by impetus of a flamed breeze
Where no dark mockery can jar this scene.
And not vicarious is my affair
With love’s spark inviting another dance…
The blossoms wing around through glistened flair
When eves of August thrill, so does romance.
Written for Eight Word Challenge-8 Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton 8/29/2018
Fate makes a date with strange decrees;
Appoints and hurls each man a path;
Moves each estate just as surely;
Indwells and swirls all living stuff;
Lines each to each as kin and kind;
Yet moulds our tribe with common needs;
Tricks us to reach for peace of mind;
Implants a pride that each might seed;
Exults the pulse of plain good choice.
Sells each a style with curious feel;
Hides wild impulse in feisty poise;
Endows odd wiles that seek to heal;
Assigns appeal in paradox:
Listens as will lives in-the-box.
Leon Enriquez
06 July 2014
Singapore
~With Him~
(Ameri-Sonnet)
God's planning something for you
Right now He is at your side
Nothing is hard for Him too
In bad times He'll be your guide
Always keep love faith peace hope
Give problems to him you'll see
He'll rescue you, help you coped
With Him anything can be
He knows you and cares for you
Best for you He has in mind
God loves you and that's so true
Seek and His grace you can find
Read God's word and you can grow
He's our Savior and that's so.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
September.05.2016
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
-The Lord is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him.
Psalm 28:7 (KJV)
~Author's Notes:
" The Ameri-Sonnet" is a poetry style created by Richard W. Jenkins.
Who is happy this year?
Aries, getting to understand yourself causes better results.
Taurus, many reliable behaviours bring you much exults.
Gemini, cooperation with others leads you to the goal without fear.
Cancer, respectable people help you to reach your goal.
Leo, manage your time well, and you can get many good ends.
Virgo, confident action increases trust and support from friends.
Libra, your sincerity is effective in getting a good roll.
Scorpio, you need proven information to be victorious.
Sagittarius, clean up old things and start new things collectively.
Capricorn, enhancement of relationships affects the whole life.
Aquarius, constant self-improvement raises your ability glorious,
Pisces, be sure to make things one by one to harvest effectively.
Be careful, you can do anything but it's not always useful in strife.
The tree stirs ballet
Exults with pristine attires-
Spring portends afar.