Best Giddily Poems
How many images can I paint more
than I’ve already done? Like nights moon-lit
or meadow-dancing? You - whom I adore -
in every love scene - you’re the star of it.
The many colors! Oh, each brilliant hue.
I splashed them giddily when we shared bliss.
I’ve given sunsets, snow and spring to you -
Sweet passion’s words for you, Dear, and a kiss
I’ve always left down on the corner of
each canvas in our life, for there’s no me
without you, and there’s nothing but our love
to get us through, and sometimes tragedy
I’ve painted too – deep ocean’s blue – yet still,
I’ll paint you always lovely with my quill.
Categories:
giddily, love,
Form:
Sonnet
There was a time when she lit up
in the firmness of youth-- like a rose on an April
morn greeting daylight with a petal-soft kiss.
And the lively wind rustled her orange pinafore...
Oh, a time when she was young innocent .
But life's compass denies a woman
fresher years , amber hair becomes grey locks
of winter— thin as flakes where breaths
succumb to chilled murmurings of discontent;
the summer flame turning into weary longings.
Yet comes another time when the breeze
at last returns, to caress a wrinkled face
and allow her once lithesome spirit to play on,
shrieking giddily, then wailing at flowers
from nowhere: through a realm weightless
this flight back to childhood quickly dims--
those touch- and- go pleasures unknown
by her memory lost, her own name forgotten.
Poetry For The Sake Of Poetry Contest
Sponsor: john lawless 6/2/2018
Categories:
giddily, age, identity,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll
On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide and seeking”
chasing and skedaddling
poking and peeking
like cuddly pandas
or canoodling otters
splashing and clambering
We roll and meander
impetuously twiddling all the way
atop gregarious green promenades
we pause in slight delay
as we prattle and prance
as we dance to the Crickets singing
nodding to their fiddling
frolicking with all the jiggling
Serendipitous stalks
of snickering flowers pop
to dazzle and razzle our wits
we glide in stripes of candy bits
of rainbows bright
Purple painted paisley
fragrantly flairs in pairs
of scented lavender sweetness
among black-eyed daisies
dusting the woozy air
in a meadow’s billowing bloom
sunflowers sunbathe in costume
We giddily tarry
as we carry
a feast of fancies and treats
artsy bits of charmed delicacies
filled with a peck of upcoming kisses
enticing fantasies that wink
Snuggling shenanigans lead us astray
as we find our rootie-tootie hideaway
hugs as we shy away
from tomfoolery jesting
to lay down and swoon
looking up at the soon to be stars
lingering for the coming of the moon
Murmurs of Starlings
gaggle their harmonies
of chirps
in cheeks and broadened beaks
thrumming tiny melodies.
Swallows sweep and woo
fixated on this unabashed swain
through songbird strains
announcing a shrilling review
broadening in sweet refrains
“I love you…I love you”
Fingerpainting the Monet sky
puffy white cotton words appear
from clouds passing by
while tiny violins spin in the air
piccolos peep
pigeon-toed Doves coo and weep
their contentedness to appease
trailing off the pleasant breeze
I fall upon my knees
My words explode to strew
like a thousand storms set free
“I love you…I love you…I love you”
Categories:
giddily, i love you, love,
Form:
Rhyme
My family had always told me
About ‘our gift’ since I was a small girl
That allowed us to feel the spiritual,
And see things not of this world
I ignored them until, at the age of sixteen
I’d gone out with a friend for the night,
We were being walked home by her father
When we encountered an unusual sight
As we giddily ambled along a dark road
A cloaked woman came into view
She drew closer, until we met face to face
Then she spookily walked straight through
My friend’s father, who seemed oblivious to this
And continued to walk on home
As he said nothing, and nor did my friend
I was sure the sighting had been mine alone
But I asked them both if they’d seen her
They said that I’d had too much drink,
‘She sees spirits as well as drinks them’
My friend’s father said, with a wink
We never spoke of that night again
But that sighting wasn’t my last
I’ve had more ‘paranormal’ experiences
As I’ve grown and years have gone past
I just have to step into old buildings
To feel a ‘vibe’ and become aware
Of the energy held within its walls,
And tell if ‘spirits’ walk there
When I visit an ancient monument
That is surrounded by fields of war,
I can hear the sounds of the battles
And cries of those who have gone before
Sometimes it can be disconcerting
As bad energy can be a pain
But I wouldn’t be without my special ‘gift’
Or change my life with the unexplained.
This poem has been written for Danielle Whites 'Time Warp' contest
Categories:
giddily, mystery
Form:
Quatrain
I had many dreams
When life was so full, almost giddily exuberant,
Everything felt beautiful -
Music, laughter, friends,
I had it all.
They were all about fame and pride and success -
dreams of being a singer, a writer,
being rich, being admired!
Everything feels so superfluous,
so non-essential now!
What makes me content -
a yellow bird's song, a creeping vine on my fence.
An almost forgotten music from the past makes me cry,
I can listen to that music all day, every day.
I still keep dreaming,
Dreams painted with a deft hand on the shores of my heart,
Only they are not so visible any more!
Laughter is subdued, Music low,
Conversations quiet, Lights mellow,
What is important are precious memories of togetherness,
I keep dreaming those dreams!
October 30, 2020
For "Inward Reflections" Premiere Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
For "Strand - 1048" poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
giddily, dream, life,
Form:
Free verse
Each of us is born the main persona
in the narrative of his or her own life.
Through ever-changing atmosphere,
supporting characters and diversity of settings,
we help to mold the rising action of our own tale.
A great variety of characters abound in our stories.
Some of them, bright pennies tossed into existence,
spin wildly on exploits which make for
the most gripping of preliminary chapters.
However, their denouement is hard to guess.
Others, silver dollar, sparkle too,
but in a much less compromising way.
I suppose most of us could fit into that category.
Giddily we dance through early life’s events.
Then on and on we go, unraveling our plot,
striving always for happily-ever-afters.
A smaller group, Olympian, glide like skaters
on ice. Not only blessed, they are also driven.
Their chronicles inspire us; they are gold!
Others, although colorful, when held up to the light,
they are shown as counterfeit, the perpetrators of pure fiction.
A few, by fate and nature not so blessed, may court insanity,
or at the very least, create confusion
with their crises that seem to come unceasingly
yet often fail to find resolution.
Possibly, if given a good polishing,
they could be diamonds in the rough!
There are others who are the spawn of a society gone wrong.
They stalk our paths, as unfeeling as assassins.
The pages from their lives can horrify.
However, those who wield great power
are also often morally corrupt, and
if their stories live on, it’s in infamy only.
These types of souls are nothing but
cold, hard cash, and paper burns or crumbles
in the end.
A final group is joyless.
Given something . . . giving nothing back,
they hoard the talents God gifted them.
They wonder woefully why no one wants
to open their books to even read
the parts that once had held some promise.
For them it would be better to have been
a rusting copper penny in dread of its own conclusion
than even an evil-doer whose story titillates
and at least gets read.
Categories:
giddily, life, metaphor,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Chit chattering so happily, in babyish first conversations,
Like treetop little birdies, sharing emerald observations,
Burbling giddily and gaily, as golden moments evanesce,
Tattling like garden beauty secrets, in the feverish press!
Jabbering enthusiastic jollity, in the success of noon sun,
Rumors of glad gibberish, as droning bees in gilt sudden,
Joyful, twittering chit-chat, at back fence of my gladness,
Gossiping with fascinated grandma, on a summer canvas.
Categories:
giddily, family, fun, grandchild, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
A desire, a wish, a simple dream—
Of us together, laughing giddily,
At Dad's oh-so-lame PJs,
At Mom's sweet little complaints,
At Bhai's sharp, witty comments,
And my endless fussing over them.
I yearn for this tender, tiny wish:
To laugh with them, carefree and blissed
Categories:
giddily, 12th grade, age, allusion,
Form:
Rhyme
today
she took
her hand
and placed
it across her
face but
suddenly
she took
her hand
away
playing
peek
a boo
i
took
my hand
and placed
it over my
mouth
to keep
my happy
laughter
in but my
eyes were
giddily in
love
Categories:
giddily, muse,
Form:
In the stillness of the night
when the world is asleep
and the place is at peace,
I bask giddily in quiet solitude.
Nothing’s quite like it. Feeling as light as a kite.
No noise or burden on me creep.
Only the still voice from within that I welcome with ease.
I relax with a positive attitude.
No room for thoughts that fill with fright.
No time for emotions that'll drown me deep.
Shutting those out, I take in and release
Only what's good for mankind. I'll rise and reach new altitudes.
I turn on my happy glowing light.
Its rays into my soul seep.
I smile at man's ingenuity such as this.
I'm filled with hope and immense gratitude.
Thinking of what I can add to make the world happy and bright
Something to treasure and to keep.
I’ll create a nice, uplifting piece.
I wonder at all of mankind's expressive aptitudes.
What beacons of hope can I ignite?
Make doubtful minds and sad hearts leap.
Make negativity and hate cease.
Inspire creativity and world peace.
I’ll use the stillness of the dark to inspire and not incite.
I’ll share with love and enlighten multitudes.
Categories:
giddily, anxiety, appreciation, art, community,
Form:
Rhyme
Diddely, dappened doo –
birdies, black and blue!
Hiddely, happily hare,
gorilla’s, gophers glare!
Frappelly, frippin foo,
larks, and leopards loo.
Giddily, gaddelly, goo –
grasshoppers, gnat’s gnu’s!
Trippaley, trickelly tee –
birdies, bears and bees.
Biddilly, bradilly, boo –
shrimps, sharks and shrews!
Zippelly, zappely zale –
walrus, wrens and whales!
Jittery, jatterly joon –
ladybugs, lions, loons!
Woodelly, wadelly, wee –
a monkey, and ape in tree!
Gecko and goat in game –
all animals aren’t the same!
Categories:
giddily, family, children, funny, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
A re-post of poem 939895 that mysteriously disappeared from PS...
The early morning darkness oozes melancholy whispers
as enraged storm clouds enfold me in a final deathly embrace.
She has come for me.
I can feel her breathy torment
breathe cold upon my beleaguered brow.
A cautious glimpse through my bedroom window
reveals the rage in her nictating blue eyes.
Frozen to my pillow I watch in terror.
Her minacious exhalations mesmerizing me.
Like a beautiful child giddily watching weightless seeds
float gently from blown Dandelions,
I watch transfixed,
as blinding fury strips leaves from trees,
breaking limbs like snapping bones.
The canopy twists in distorted grimaces
her demented smile mirrored in each pained contortion,
her wail echoed in the screams of trees.
They bend and turn and pull their roots from the soil
in vain attempts to escape her wrath.
She has come for me!
There is no escape.
A swirling dance of death and destruction,
bleeding droplets assail the glass.
A thousand tiny fingers tapping, scratching,
try to gain entrance into my final safe haven.
I can feel her drawing ever closer,
hovering above me,
sniggering,
her passion tempting me,
seducing me,
exulting in her conquest for she knows I can’t resist,
draining from me my heart,
my love,
my life.
Her cold dead fingers reach for me in my dream,
stealing my essences, draining my soul,
leaving nothing,
a dying husk of what once was an ebullient life, a caring man.
Then through the night a ray of brilliant light beams hope against darkness.
The angel appears.
Her words beckon me to fight against the demon,
the seductress, the succubus.
encouraging me,
caressing me,
With her agile wit and calm caring mind
she soothes me.
She comes for me,
and I await her eagerly.
Her laughter like the tinkle of sweet bells
vanquishes my night terror, waking me from my dream.
She comes for me,
and I melt longingly into her comforting willowy embrace
as the ravaging misery fights its final battle,
destroying all that it can.
With one last desperate breathe it screams curses into the night,
while my sweet angel strokes me with her words
and her beautiful blue eyes flash a brummagem smile.
09/15/2017
Categories:
giddily, dark, evil, nature, storm,
Form:
Free verse
Death’s fair haired blue-eyed boy
Rode his white horse into the West.
Where they stepped the flowers
Trembled in the earth.
A sign? A significant coincidence?
Like meeting death in a bar
Or someone you never knew in a ruined garden?
The night was awash with stars,
Rotating galaxies, black holes.
Alpha and Omega came and went.
Nothing started that had not already begun.
Nothing ended that had not already been done.
The motions of time numberless, though finite,
stalks the horizon and undoes the
Grasp of life bit by bit
And holds the last of it in the knife edge of light
Falling into the very last room but one
Any of us will ever inhabit.
This is the end my friend, the final awful end.
This is no light matter of which I speak.
Passion swallowed us whole like the sea.
But only you came out alive.
Complicated and opaque, you were a star system unto yourself.
And released your spears of dark words like shards of hate at unsuspecting targets.
Evil genius and artful dodger, hell will have frozen over
And pigs will have flown if you found heaven when you died.
In the last nighttime with all the stars spinning your last breath away
Were you afraid
As your life ran out into the dark and cold?
Or did something else take your hand and bring you
Into the great warm night
Where your molecules took
Flight and slid giddily through space seeking
Another life, another face, in some other less inadequate
Universe.
12/31/13
Categories:
giddily, anger, bereavement, betrayal, death,
Form:
Elegy
... long ago
in the timeless now,
we traveled, when
came a shaman
giggling in the glee of bringing us chest-to-chest,
his eyes mirroring our
lustful wonder of nipple-kisses
in burnished darkness, a dawn
flooding our mouths in feverish melding, and
the wind opening, ravishing us to
find our roots in olive groves between the pillars of our thighs,
temple incense, earthy aroma and soil-pores
birthing obelisks taut and sweetly anguished for
the suckling moon-circle of our lips,
and the shaman sighing in sanctifying the curve
of my nether realm as
your mount of worship fed
on your furrowing seed, sung
by hissing, the sacred pleasure of
toes curled like
your hair washing the valley of my neck,
your fingers against mine counting, then crushing
the blasphemy of time spiraling giddily
into the flirtation of your eyes
challenging the irises in mine, asking,
begging for us to meet again and again
until the sun is finally watching,
begging
for a temple of its own
and us inseparable
by even the sword of its rays
while the shaman smiles in sleep,
exhausted by our satiation -
… yet, come, there's morning on
the far side of this orb, but
no more luminous than the furnace of our lips
embracing our ageless now
… so, kiss me - kiss me, love, again, again and again...
Categories:
giddily, love, kiss,
Form:
Ballad
Under the bright red umbrella
Whilst all around poured down the rain
I giddily kissed some fella
An attempt to forget my pain.
It was springtime there in Paris
The faint-hearted ran from the storm
Me, oh so hard to embarrass
Brazenly pranced in rare form.
Until a sudden loud ringing
My phone rudely ended my dance
The crushing news it was bringing:
My mother had lost her last chance.
The cancer she fought: aggressive
The treatment was iffy at best
Agonized cries inexpressive
Of my loss, of mom’s final rest.
I slumped in the rain for some hours
Tears soaking as much as the clouds
Until like rare winter flowers
Umbrellas all over the crowds.
Mom so loved the most vibrant hues
Her favorite always bright red
I figured I’d nothing to lose
Saw scarlet above a male head.
Under the bright red umbrella
Whilst all around poured down the rain
I giddily kissed some fella
An attempt to forget my pain.
November 3, 2018
Categories:
giddily, angst, art, goodbye, grief,
Form:
Rhyme