Best Gallivant Poems
There Be Dragons
In that place where the Earth meets the sky
Where magic reigns with myth
There dwell, yet still, great dragons that fly
Blue unicorn and gryph...
Fantastical creatures cloaked in time
An epic testament
Where the Zepher lifts the fae--sublime
No longer reticent--
Beware! The splenetic Nebulous
Who guards the minutes there
Her exquisite mass is ravenous--
No jot or tittle fare!
Do some planning should you gallivant...
The fae will help you see,
Lilly, Lilac, Aster,Skull--enchant
With such simplicity!
By the Willow Bliss of Yesterday
You just may want to quit...
But don't let your vigor ricochet
Cherish your kismet!
Delight the dragon and get a wish
Show some humility
But watch your heart--his favorite dish--
Your liability!
There be dragons in the twilight of day
Timeless and roaming free...
Seek an oasis wherever you may
And most aggressively!
deborah burch©
4/13/2012
You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high
to be equipped for this compulsory journey oh sweet creature of my seed.
My hands of your molding and chastisement
are already the processing engine of your refinement
my strong willed mind and love soaked heart
complete the stages as you hold steadfast
to the train I’ve prepared for you
Listen attentively as I perform this segment of my duties
and lets take a tour round the routes of wisdom
and gallivant the landscape of experience
while I pedal your feet and smoothen your soles
Seasoned flavored virtues are an armour through which
life’s shots are overcomed
and a colourful behaviour becomes a saviour in times of need
Labor not your whole life in chasing vapour
for out of vigour, flour is made from wheat,
Bread from flour, but all for a time of enjoyment and satisfaction
Guilty syndrome is exhibited when a person answers unasked questions
and don’t force out jokes from your head
or else people will think your sense of humor is on a life support
Sunset is no accuse for the clock to stop running ad infinitum
thus, an excuse is like a punctured umbrella
it’ll still not stop the invasion of raindrops
Your natural desires are borderless, but your ability
to strongly control them is what makes you distinct
from other species in the animal kingdom
Love has no prefix, suffix or adjective
it is what it is and as powerful as
causing natural instincts to be abdicated in favour of kindness
just for the carnivore to embrace abstinence.
He who begins a tale becomes its reference
don’t say what you cannot defend in court
rumour is a bad odour which spreads beyond the neighbourhood
and puts a noisy siren on your personality
Bad companionship will lead you to the garbage
and corrupt friends will join others
to marvel at the immortality of your adopted stupidity
Wash your face every morning with these words
and take your every meal with these lines
then would they be spices
to which your life is preserved.
Tickled with wet prisms
Cocooned with the dead head of trees
Synchronized in natures rhythms
Her skin dancing with shadows in a breeze
Good morning Misses Sun
Inhaling the exhalants of the plants
Worries has she? None.
In spring showers she does gallivant.
After noon parade of Clouds
What stories in shapes do you bring me?
I see you’re not in lack of drought
I do love the song of thunder you sing me
So soon Mister Moon
I’m ready for the spotlight summons
Rolling in your dark doom
The now dry sky cries diamonds
How I love the day
How I love the Night
More than I can ever say
Mmm Whispers of the light.
-B. Maxine
2/7/2014
The everyday project is to continue the extreme task of survival
waking up every morning to the bad reality that it may be the last
holding unto this hint, the greatest wisdom to acquire.
Community of birds and a den of serpents confined in one farm;
Cougars, deadly and voracious to the assembly of cayotes;
Cayotes hunting the raccoons and in turn the eels in same habitat.
This cruel side of nature has been instinctively adopted by humans
where virtues and feelings develop cannibalistic canines.
Evil then grows obese in the mind but yet not satisfied
bully and intimidation, openly infused into the town’s planning
for different illegal lords to gallivant with their cabinets,
when those at the top stop giving lawlessness a dime
and close the run way through which impunity cat-walks,
then orderliness will be restored for humanity to have a bath.
I been trying to pen this verse for days but the words could not come out
My tears have been welled up inside me and my arms were twisted behind me
my flesh clinged firmly to my thin bones while drones flew fearlessly around
I can still hear their deceptive voices talking above me as they were getting ready to apprehend me
They circled around me and cast a rusty chains upon my flesh and shoved me into a broken carriage and parade me up and down the town until we ended up in Freetown
I still did not understand what was going on until I stood at an open window
and spoke to the woman who stared at me with a subtle frown.
I went to retrieve my towed truck and there he was standing behind the counter in a red T-shirt with bleeding eyes staring at me and immediately I could see wickedness all around
He handed me a bill that was highly impossible for all that had happened
His aggressive eyes crossed my spiritual eyes and the holy spirit began to speak
I was chucked away once more and shoved into a sweltering car without a clue as to what was going on
I was placed in a room with other people that were held up for days
And I could sense malpractice from the bottom bubbling up to the top
The innocent was tucked away into a hole with no way of getting out because they could not pay their way
I listened to everyone's story and it was a pity that this was happening in America in the twenty first century
Many people are suffering and hurting inside while we are gallivant on the outside
The pastor took me back to my towed truck and I was forced to pay what I could not afford
I went outdoors to buy colored paper to post Gods messages
but something sinister was happening on the other side and I was caught up in it
Heaven was on my side I defied all the odds to get the message out until she finally broke the glass window
The next day I could breathe fresh air and the God in heaven finally appeared
the moon moves between the earth and the sun briefly turning day into night
Darkness suddenly faded away and a bright light radiated over the message truck and illuminate it with a powerful light sealing it with the moon and sun energy
And there it was I touched my finger on the golden pen and we are all free to live again.
Psychoanalysis
Vanity and ecstasy overwhelm the minds of people,
Who gloat with conceit and display,
And pompous arrogance as they parade
Before the public, as chosen vessels,
For behavioural rewards determined by themselves
As acceptable to indulge in the belittling of others!
This defines their existence as noble in cause.
When they, the elite, rendezvous with fate;
And perceive themselves to be unique,
Superior beings segregated from them,
Who are weak-minded and susceptible
To interpretations and suggestions.
—Who have no reason
To exist, nor possess finesse attributes,
And cannot be distinguished from the herd mentality.
Or so they think!
This precarious attitude can be judgmental
And disassociating; it invites dismal consequences.
Out of touch with reality and full of themselves,
They gallivant through branches in the tree of knowledge,
And haphazardly arrive at false conclusions.
Based on a biased perception of the world,
That only ‘they’ can understand as rational;
Gives credence to psychoanalysis.
—Sound familiar!
And hope others will be hoodwinked by your antics
To believe you are nonchalant.
When in actuality, you are stressed out and nervous,
To be discovered as introverted.
You will not acquiesce to truthful criticism.
It is a deprived mind that derives pleasure
From the dissection of another.
Life's a Beach!
Upon the beaches –
Waves will gallivant.
Singing playful songs.
Reverberating.
Joyfully spraying.
Tides crashing splashing
Washing sandy shores –
Rhythmically, cleansing.
Puffs of air through leaves
Softly rustling breeze.
Wafting salty air.
Silence floats out there.
Seagulls squawk above.
Sandpipers shuffle.
Pattering in sand.
Flapping wings sounding.
Motors roar; pop! Pop!
Tires reach the beach.
Screeching to a stop.
Slurping soda pop.
People shout with flair.
As they gather there.
Playing volleyball.
Screaming one and all.
Children find shark’s teeth.
Sand squeaks beneath feet.
Beach balls bounce around.
Thumping on the ground.
Silent sizzling.
Brightly blazing flesh.
Hysteric laughter.
Sunburn! Ouch, ouch, ouch!
©
April 15, 2010
I WISH I WEREN’T AN ANT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I wish I weren’t an ant, my survival rate is scant
Done in by a pesticide, or a shoe, as I gallivant
A solitary figure, when I roam, I am seldom seen
In Africa, in motion, we’re a devastating machine
But that’s not my fate, I’m a sentinel at the gate
Guarding the queen laying eggs at an alarming rate
When I’m on a hunt for food I always leave a scent
So I can find my way back home in rapid descent
I may be small, but I can lift twenty times my weight
Orts, meat, leaves or carcasses are typical freight
We are constantly on the hunt for sugary sweets
When acting in groups we perform incredible feats
That’s enough about me, I’ve got kin you need to see
They’re called fire ants once upon you it’s no mercy
They overwhelm you, stinging, causing great pain
Stumble across their mound; your distance maintain
I’ve got giant kinsmen that are in our tribal clan
Called carpenter ants habituating across the land
Their name may give that group a sense of glamour
I ask you, ever seen an ant carrying a hammer?
We are always busy, maintaining a colony means work
Soldiers, drones, workers, none allowed duty to shirk
But always being busy causes my legs to get sore
I’d like to be someone else, like the majestic condor
Soaring high over the Nazca plains in southern Peru
Seeing geoglyphs visible only from an aerial view
I’d glide, dive and do inside n outside double loops
High above Andean peaks with frightening swoops
But alas that’s a daydream of mine nary to be seen
As I forage seeking food for our egg laying machine
Have No Fear My Friend
It looks like I thoroughly understand
Women cook and men anything they can
Unless you happened to be in a tall tree
Eve will help you sin and do it for free.
Why will women sin again and again?
We are just a bunch of mean old men
Who always go carousing and gallivant
Leaving women behind saying they can't.
So should we avoid all of the suspense?
By saying sinning is a pure coincidence
One with sin in mind who in door did burst?
Will probably be the one who will sin first.
Now the one who always sins the best,
The other people will probably protest
And if he happens to be a Galilean
Everyone with him will be surely agreeing.
But last time we looked into our webcam
He had been born in humble Bethelem
In a big star you could hear God's voice
Have no fear my friend and should rejoice.
In the valley,
a glistening kaleidoscope of celestial orbs
dwells in an epic sky...on a bed of aster.
My eyes are ravenous searching the timeless universe,
a visual delight lying under an oasis of stars.
Embraced in an exquisite night zephyr
in a moment of cherished bliss,
I am impervious to the tainted world.
It's ironic how the nefarious coexists with the sublime,
all one world depending on one's perception...
I shed a tear with humility
feeling insignificant in the vast universe,
while pondering the simplicity of what is kismet...
my life is in the hands of God, uncomplicated.
I am the one which obscures my destined path.
Knowing my fate has led me to the valley,
with vigor I taste the moist, night air,
breathing in the lilacs and lilies in bloom.
I am under the auspices of the stars
and their effusive gallivant across the glorious sky,
all a testament to the beauty of creation.
Tomorrow will be ecstasy,
certainly, better than yesterday.
Perhaps, even better than these minutes
under an epic sky...
in the valley.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 13, 2012
For Secret Contest (PD)
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We are all PRONE to this or that.
See now how I am prone to ROSE POEMS.
Some folks in LIFE are prone to the
AUDACIOUS mannerisms, without
Regard. Stilling themselves at the heart
Of friction. Witrhin the cogs of TIMES
Through out life.
Seasonal spittle of rain upon a fig tree
In this seasonal cold STORMY BLACK
OF NIGHT. One season then another
Gradually dragging LISTLESSLY.
UNbelievable you forced me to face the truth.
We both knew it was no use.
You STRUCK my heart and.....
It's been YEARS
I'VE BEEN HERE
You've been there and.....
I was to tired to read the
Writing on the wall.
Across the board, be VALIANT
It's Your chore.
Valedictorian of the WORLD.
Speed the course.
Gain the PEARL.
Do not GALLIVANT HAPHAZARDLY.
FEEL and keep your DESTINY
WITHIN sight.
Day in Day out the dust consumes the air
Upstairs it runs rampant through the fan I must declare
Sneezing is the penchant of the day
The dust always settles while we are away
It never comes to mind that it should be dusted
Not even the service can be trusted, as they
Gallivant through their duties, one day to be busted
sawed-off on the
crimson emerald from a cloudy sky
squeal
and, at times, the reason
low-slung why
sparkles of a pearly salver
modicum of encrusted damask mist
befuddles me
albeit
moon, amber, and opalescence
spawn a charming sight
the perspective
strikes each crevice of the flesh.
and psyche advise
shrouded in a cinereous cloud
hapless and helpless, a glum-blue wolf
growls out a bluesy bemoan.
creating a lacuna
of gallivant love touchstone
leaden wails of anguish
rhythmic echoed refrain
plainchants of auric yearning
reminiscent of challah
aiming for eleemosynary seeds
cahoots to germinate and thrive
2nd place contest winner
Written: March 20, 2023
A Strand No 1201 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric
denizens reigned horns of a dilemma blitzen deer
dwelt deep inside subterranean vault perform an evil dance
haunt psychic landscape with imaginary (yet realistic) vixen
gargoyle visitations that cast macabre trance
nocturnal unconscious invaders cavort and gallivant
disturb donnor party quiescent sleep
with devilish and sinister prance.
Apparitions crept stealthily into peaceful slumber receptacle
repository whence illusory landscape of dreams
take place to rejuvenate exhausted
body, mind and spirit triage
rent asunder blissful sleep with startled fright
cold sweat drenched nighttime garments and bedding
teeth chattered uncontrollably
heart pounded loudly inside chest
nightmarish phantoms wrought an awful ghoulish sight.
Mushroom cloud anniversary triggered
frenzied gargantuan hallucination
seventy two plus years ago today inauguration
into atomic age took place
one country after another sought
to acquire demonic and destruction devices
maintain self-preservation in surreal atomic weapons race
impossible to escape the dark threat
heir hilly looms and threatens life on Earth
one launched missile spells extermination
across entire global space.
No escape from humankind military machines
munitions march mean madness
and guaranteed demise to all life
*****Sapiens violent history of bias,
intolerance and/or prejudice
characterizes vicious warfare and chronic species strife
unaffordable legacy for future (and perhaps alien) archeologists
who will sift thru civilization debris with delicate knife.
Artifacts buried in a heap
of pulverized and radioactive ash
civilization monuments and hedonistic symbols
gone in a blinding brilliant flash
irksome flotsam and jetsam spewed into outer space
alien nations light years distant collect miniscule bits and pieces
offer object lesson as extinction
for beings become excessively brash.
Feeling sluggy when it's muggy
Surely is the norm.
Nothing's gained when I feel drained
'Cause temps are way too warm.
In my lair I blast the air
And rarely venture out,
Wond'ring why, with temps so high,
I'd gallivant about.
There are those, I do suppose,
Who like this kind of hot.
Rest assured, that strikes no chord;
Among them I am not.