Best Felicitous Poems
Written: May 14, 2024
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Oh, how life has evolved drastically over years,
Similar to constant river flow and gears.
A world has spun, and time has obeyed its tune,
Leaving a scattered path of memories strewn.
People who are remembered and revered,
Their souls are always linked, never severed.
They carried on with grace, as a cool breeze,
Leaving an undying legacy that will never cease.
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Categories:
felicitous, appreciation, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Neither puppy love nor lust, each insists
in its imperfect play. Their hearts resist
both by clinging in its barbaric way.
Youth forgiven. The wolf begs her to stay.
But a commitment is made in marriage.
It is not found in a baby carriage.
What do we know of love - it’s not first sight.
It is the highs and lows - bond holds on tight.
Love’s patient, kind, not selfish nor boastful.
It’s the making of memories - joyful.
To let go of bitterness’ a decision.
Poof like magic, the wrongs are forgiven.
Black and blues, the stumbles and falls, gets up
on the horse - believers climb to the top.
~
Now what of those years, of the worse decrease?
Does the sorrow make the better cerise?
Does the white-gowned wife, handsome groom resume
as if the bond is pruned, roses in bloom?
Yes, the rivulets of tears reverent.
The jubilee melody resonant.
When love is stirred with sugar and nettles,
sorrow’d years melt. Felicitous petals
land on silver hair and wrinkles. O God!
Yes, three cords complete and restore the flawed.
Love protects, hopes, perseveres in trials.
The truth of a lifetime's years in their smiles.
Shakespeare regales Summer’s hot gaze, short days.
Yet love stoked in the Winter’s hearth - O blaze!
1/30/2021
What Is Love
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Hybronnet is similar to a sonnet, can have a variable rhyme scheme,
does not have to be iambic meter. The poet is given liberty to choose how to structure the rhyme of the Hybronnet poem into a combination of rhymes be it slant, feminine, masculine, etc. or apply it in any design deemed appropriate
Categories:
felicitous, age, love,
Form:
Hybronnet
Ten pound weights,
of encouragement,
uplifting smiles,
curl,
extend,
as fingers unwind,
and
romanticize.
Felicitous lips,
the story of joy
explored
with
double dutch
jump.
Flickers of
childhood light,
that of
a born again
saint.
Cash into my hands,
at Christmas time,
as my smile
made her smile.
I passed on
the bills
to my child,
who needed it more.
Pass your smile
around the world;
the pine lit up
with ethereal light.
Humans
can be rich
and kind.
Categories:
felicitous, joy, light, smile,
Form:
Free verse
One Sided Love...
Her dazzling saccharine smile...
Her tremendously appealing hairstyle...
Her varicoloured melodious voice...
Her serene coruscating eyes...
Oh, this excruciating one-sided love
When will it be a felicitous two-sided love?
One-sided love is sore and two-sided love is treacly
Just you know, one-sided love is not ugly
Do you have any idea how thrilling it is here?
Pretending like the sky and sea is crystal clear
While the clouds and waves are always in rage
The heart that forever remains mystery like Stonehenge
Have you slept with this atypical feeling on your face?
Being the cushy grass beneath her gentle paces
Being her true-blue shadow when she's striding lonely
Being her hyaline-like tears when she's crying sadly
Have you ever thought of the benefits?
This innocent feeling will never cease to exist
Gratify each other's desire, the end of two-sided love
Awaiting her one cherished smile, the fun of one-sided love
Wondering how to survive this thunder strikes?
There is no rose in this world without incisive spikes
For you, maybe its like a pathetic worthless war
For us, its a struggle severer than star wars
Whats a love without a forfeit?
One-sided Love is a love without deceit
You don't need to prove it with a receipt
You can always be in conceit!
Categories:
felicitous, lost love, love, romancelove,
Form:
Romanticism
Down lonesome roads of life I travel,
only resting when I grow weary,
I stumble on Memory Lanes of gravel,
when my mournful eyes grow teary,
I recall the many times I've fallen,
unable to stand up on my own,
Umpteen doubts that slowly crawl in
hinder the journey I've started alone,
It's then I see through tear-blinded eyes,
a shining Light, though somewhat bleary,
Growing brighter ev'n as I realise,
I'm walking again and no more dreary.
Grey storm clouds have all been lifted,
I see clearly, God has shown me The Way,
I've been blessed. With optimism I'm gifted,
On the Path of Righteousness, I'll not stray,
I have learned to be malleable and shrewd,
relying on prayer and what God will provide,
Life became felicitous with the right attitude,
Now, faith is my sole trustworthy guide.
(A COLLABORATION WITH LIN LANE)
02/14/18
Thank you, Lin for your inspiring words, it was a real pleasure writing with you:)
Categories:
felicitous, faith, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Down lonesome roads of life I travel,
only resting when I grow weary.
I stumble on Memory Lanes of gravel,
when my mournful eyes grow teary.
I recall the many times I've fallen,
unable to stand up on my own.
Umpteen doubts that slowly crawl in
hinder the journey I've started alone.
It's then I see through tear-blinded eyes,
a shining Light, though somewhat bleary.
Growing brighter ev'n as I realise,
I'm walking again and no more dreary.
Grey storm clouds have all been lifted.
I see clearly, God has shown me The Way.
I've been blessed. With optimism I'm gifted.
On the Path of Righteousness, I'll not stray.
I have learned to be malleable and shrewd,
relying on prayer and what God will provide.
Life became felicitous with the right attitude.
Now, faith is my sole trustworthy guide.
Written in collaboration with Jo Daniel.
It was gratifying to write with you, Jo. Thank you!
Categories:
felicitous, faith, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Max painted the blush-blue sky
the nest of grass and teal-still waters.
Bursting from his vibrant paintbrush,
a vision that appropriates the canvas.
His hubris angel halo-crowned,
the see-through wings - yellow, blue,
red and pink clipped by the frame.
The rosy countenance without eyes,
has a felicitous sunset glow.
The spiritual being wears
its huge, red heart like a necklace -
it is surrounded by sunny rays.
Attached to arms and shoulders -
seven buttercream blossoms,
cupped in navy blue.
The angel’s, likely hovering,
over the waters, as it
wears a striped and speckled gown,
no feet in sight.
I would like to call the angel a she,
as she is so dazzling,
but in God’s word, we only meet
Michael and Gabriel
and the devil, Lucifer.
Establishing a possible, he,
with broad shoulders,
beautiful beyond belief,
an arresting figure of peace.
A daily reminder
of the existence of life
beyond our realm,
I’m happy that this bright
and vigilant angel
crystallized on Max’s canvas.
7/3/2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
Ekphrasis poem
Painting:
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Categories:
felicitous, angel, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
The green song of Spring. A coloring book - the pages fluttering.
Pastel azaleas blooming. Violet hyacinths hug a vertical space.
Lemony tulips with lavish leaves. Iris cycloglossa ~ lilac, yellow, blue.
A felicitous field of larkspur. Petrichor and dewdrop bliss. Sunkisst!
4/3/2020
Categories:
felicitous, spring,
Form:
Prose
Then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils.
—-William Wordsworth
DILLY-DILLY DAFFODILS
Dilly-dilly daffodils in a lady’s tress,
Sailing as she throws off distress.
Blithesome in shades of yellow and blue,
The yellow-buttercups a felicitous crew.
Dancing fair maiden-esprit, free
Of worry, no anxiety, Swinging gloriously —
A merry-go-round, dizzying sashay.
O how these pretty ladies brighten the day.
Dilly-dilly daffodils splashing everywhere,
Xanthous snow-shower of motherly care.
Warms the rainbow of hearts, rocks
Deep-dark dungeon despair into goldy-locks.
Slays the Winter dragon, breath-stifling depress.
Parades open-air confidence and playfulness.
Dilly-O-Delightful daffodils trumpet applaud,
bowing and curtsying — a faerie squad.
Dandelions look on with jealousy, turn white,
blow far, far away, leaving a lantern-light
of palace gardens, star chandeliers, riverdale,
green goblet-meadows, a sunshiny-fairytale.
3/12/2021
*For Caren Krutsinger*
Categories:
felicitous, flower,
Form:
Couplet
FALLEN TRINKET
Swiveling from her ears, dangling starlight. Smile
like a crescent moon, seared into his eyes.
She’s a Mona Lisa, with no fear of flying, slowly
gliding through his glasses ~ a sparkling, dear dove.
She’s soaring through the rainbow clouds. He hears her
joyous flapping, tears like sprinkles on an ice cream cone.
They touch his heart, her red lipstick smeared on his cheek.
The mere scent of her pulse, pounding out blue skies ~
the felicitous cheer of the heavens. She shakes
her head ‘yes,’ as one star falls near his knee, in proposal.
“C’mere,” he grins. They ignore the fallen trinket, as a
diamond appears, stunning the fairies, who fawn over
the rock, from their hiding places. “I love you, m’dear,”
Her hair tousled by sighs of the atmospheric zephyr.
Reflective years would bring children into the fairylight.
Generations would disappear after birthing shooting stars.
5/24/2021
Categories:
felicitous, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: February 24, 2024
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Moonbeams kindle ambrosian dreams
Love evolves on auric gleams
A gem in space, a costly pearl, a Luna
Fetching felicitous feelings, a fervid fawn
In this wassail ethereal area, hearts soar
I was awestruck by the lambent moon
Glittering gems, gilded in dull dust
Vanity surpasses a chimeric spell
A cromulent devotee, in awe
Emerald aureola, blazing high star
Heavenly memoir amphorae
Sew love from words in utter gaze.
Toed moon syntax tonight
In our bucolic spot, love will thrive
We are those who wield abilities of orbs
Sparse straps, splitting stripes
Love outshines crimson swirls
Sapphire adorns translucent tulips
Sturgeon Roe names cast in crystal
Sipping strawberries spoils serene seas
My love infused a porcelain spirit
Sketch my comely soul
Let me breathe your raspy hiccups
Believe me—beyond oblivion
Your Zinnia blooms gambol my heart
Gorgeous, lost in a well-woven nimbus
Fugacious felicity and fluff on fiery flowers
Rising flames, faint shooting, conflict.
Outside orbs offer otherworldly orbits
Deciphering diaphanous riddles
Could night cherubs grasp our grace?
Classic clear cloud cores
A balmy silk breeze hides enigmas
Covered below perseid colors
Your dulcet eyes sparkled dimly
Rose-tuned praise of cyan candidness
Via velvety vintage valleys, vivid verse vests
Beleaguer back the fire of our waltz
The moonlight lifts our mellifluous breath
Dreams soar in tangerine skies.
Categories:
felicitous, analogy, appreciation, beauty, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
To all my friends and family
Gathered ‘round this earth;
Words cannot contain these thoughts
Of all your love and worth.
From sky to ground and all around
From birth to dust and ash;
I wish we had more time together
As in our felicitous, by-gone past.
Such as the days we laughed and played
And danced in the wild, wild breeze;
Flying kites and taking hikes
From high hills to the sea.
When grass was green as any dream
And the trees we climbed were tall;
Touching sky-blue I can still see you
And hear the whippoorwill’s call.
While those of you who hardly knew
The man that I became;
The fault’s all mine throughout the time
I played such foolish games.
From sunup to sundown again
Through countless nights and days;
Despite the endless miles between us
There’s little left to say.
To bring back time lost long ago
Like water in a mountain stream;
I wish that I could turn it ‘round
And bring you back to me.
But time’s now gone as if a song
Sung once by birds that flew;
Pointing us back home again
To that place we all once knew.
And I pray we find again some when
In this world or just beyond;
Until then, God keep you safe and warm
Cradled, in His loving arms.
One never knows how far we’ll go
Today, tomorrow, next year;
As memories of those we love and miss
Become immeasurably more dear.
Categories:
felicitous, friendship, introspection, life, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Her profile’s not a perfect silhouette,
she bares no shapely leg or heaving breast;
the voice not of a nightingale coquette
enslaving countless men it has impressed.
She cannot hover like a bird in flight
nor even glide with poise across the floor;
she will not set a lusting world alight
where men are beating pathways to her door.
But she’s a lovely lady none the less,
the winning smile within her eyes one part;
a bubbly nature flowing to excess
shares love and joy that overfills her heart.
Felicitous affection thus belies
the notion--beauty's pleasing to the eyes.
Categories:
felicitous, beauty, for her, happy,
Form:
Sonnet
Since the beginning of terrestrial time
Early man began to repetitiously rhyme
He looked to the stars in the naked night
Grunting out rhythm in his figurative fright
Even then he had to imperially impress
To woo with sounds to their hearts caress
Over time the worshipful word came about
Waging wars with wounding words no doubt
And then when man faithfully fully rose
He began to write on pensive pages prose
“Oh, heavenly bodies that capture this alluring night...
Help me for I am drowning and can not look away...
As I feast upon her face, for she walks on moonlight
with Angels...
Her azure eyes penetrate my very soul...help me divine
night, for I am drowning in her beauty...
My heart is in exile...”
We poets in this world of love and sorrow
Try to bring peace to the meretricious morrow
Love thine enemies and put down thy sword
Pick up thy precious pen and thus be adored
There is more to words than what we know
As we ink our way with a felicitous fluid flow
So every poet must take their parental place
A wonderful world of words we may embrace.
June.17.2017
The Creative Collective Anthology Series - Contest
Sponsored by: Geraldine Taylor
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Categories:
felicitous, adventure, celebration, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Cruising, we pose, in our wonderland chair, towering above our smiles,
dressed in Autumnal orange and black, my arm around you for awhile.
Insouciant in spiffy suit, you sweetheart me in with juniper-mint cologne.
Black strappy-sandals felicitous dangle, I ride side-saddle on the throne.
The bittersweet-background of our portrait burns like a passionate flame.
Such cushy winks of time, lasso that binds, recalls why we share a name.
Surely God orchestrates a camera-angel, who unostentatiously fades,
Gifting regal hearts in silver and gold, an amorous and sensual serenade.
11/9/2019
Give Me 8 Lines of Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
felicitous, marriage, romantic love,
Form:
Rhyme