Best In High Spirits Poems
Helping the warriors of the sport,
Gleaming in high spirits even when their team is down,
Their call and dance rallies the crowd.
They are the leaders of the fans,
But they are so much more.
Their agility and dancing bring hope to the worried team.
They train like warriors on the field,
They are athletes themselves,
They are the messengers of the fans to say,
"We believe in you."
Form:
Deep in to the woods by spring
my quest by daybreak for croaking,
frog croaking, nature enthusiast‘s song,
hit upon by the *** end, a puddle,
frogs, a few in high spirits hopping,
something took the winds out of my sails!
whopping snake, old inactive by water,
these frogs take the snake a worm,
took me back to an old proverb:
when the snakes get old,
the frogs get him by the balls!
laughing I too tried some croaking!
great nap my song all around!
Extra weight no longer a problem for shallow water,
We bulked up for the next leg of our journey,
Water containers, even some canned goods
An acceptable luxury in our seventeen foot canoe,
A canvas topping lashed everything in securely,
Offered some weather proofing for sensitive gear,
Our sleeping bags, some staples, and clean clothing.
Cameras were kept in waterproof pouches
That stayed within easy reach of paddlers,
Fishing rods and car mounts for the canoe,
In case we burned out, topped the load,
With ice chest and Dr. Peppers easily accessible.
In high spirits we set out on the next leg,
Destination Cass Lake's Boy's Camp Chippewa.
I had traveled this leg before as a twelve year old,
By canoe, but with less luxury, until Bemidji,
Where each of our crew went to a late movie,
And downed a Paul Bunyan Special banana split
One banana and seven scoops of ice cream,
Camp four miles across open water long after dark,
With only a fire on a distant shore to guide us home. (4)
Poet's Notes:
(4) People die pulling stunts like this. In fact strong winds arose forcing us to shore shortly after we started, light rain and lightning flashes high in the sky! We had to pull our canoes wading in the dark along the shore for 3 hours to reach our camp. Our counselors pledged us all to secrecy for they would have been fired had management known the danger they put us all in.
I entered the hotel dining room and sat at my table for an early breakfast, watching the rain pelting against the windows, overlooking the River Clyde. Conversation was limited; more audible the clinking of crockery and cutlery. The tour leader walked in and his booming voice cut through the gloomy atmosphere as he assured us that the trip was still on; the weather forecast was encouraging.
a senior lady
takes second helpings...
her bag bulges
When some time later we went out to board the coach, the rain had just about stopped. Outside the air was cold. Being people of little faith, we had donned jumpers or cardigans over our light clothes and carried raincoats over our arms. It was unwise to be caught unprepared. The tour leader was no exception!
crossing a bridge...
two honeymooners
sit on separate seats
The trip from Glasgow to Oban was calculated to take about two and a half hours, but with planned stops along the way it was going to take longer. We took our first break at Loch Lomond. The rain had stopped completely, but the clouds still hovered ominously overhead. More stops at Crianlarich and Kilchurn Castle followed. In the meantime the sun was making feeble attempts at making its presence felt, and sure enough the cold air became warmer.
the sky, reflected
in large puddles...
harebells and toadflax
When we finally arrived in Oban the clouds had dispersed, the heat increased, and thick clothing was discarded completely. A meal and a boat trip to Seal Island saw us all in high spirits.
On the return journey our luck ran out again. Clouds and rain accompanied us to the hotel, but it did not really matter. A nice warm shower and a decent meal was something to look forward to.
unpredictable
four seasons in one day
I juggle saijiki
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A Haibun Contest sponsored
by Debbie Guzzi
Placed 4th
© 17th August 2017
I pledge my love to no one
But you and you only
For I will care and cherish you
In sorrow and happiness
You will remain my shining VIP
A hub of sweet memories
Come rain or sun shine
I will fight to see you in high spirits
For that makes me complete
This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow
~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back
~ God inspired me to write this poem…
What Does Poetry Mean To You? Neat Feeling
not just poetically, I have read yours,
eh! there's up there a level higher than poetry
a sage that's seek wisdom…
till more in high spirits higher in beauty,
feeling, and pain yet so sweet!!
For the contest of Alexis Y at/in Poetrysoup site.
Written Tuesday October 25. It is day 299 of the Gregorian calendar year 2016.
Day 25, Month 9, Year 33 (Bing-shen), Cycle 78 (Chinese Calendar)
Phamenoth 10, 2765 (Egyptian Calendar)
Teqemt 15, 2009 E.E. (Ethiopic Calendar)
Tishri 23, 5777 A.M. (Hebrew Calendar)
Asvina 25, 2073 V.E. (Hindu Lunisolar Ashada Calendar)
Muharram 24, 1438 A.H. (Islamic Umm al-Qura Calendar)
Long Count 13.0.3.16.4 (Mayan Calendar)
Source of today calendars is Calendar Magic version 18.9 Copyright 1995-2016 Euro Soft.
9:11 PM on 9/11
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I give honor to those heroic
Individuals who have sacrificed their lives
Thanks, everyone, who viewed this day with
Reverence, consideration and meekness
For all who passed away on this day –
I’m sorry to hear of the destruction you
Saw with terror and grief…soon, there will
Be peace on Earth…Rest in Peace and rise in Mirth
Ev’ry year, when this day comes, sorrow
Sweeps over me…at nine eleven PM
Chaos will keep on brewing…grab the
Rope of hope…We need the Divine Savior soon…
For all who are grieving on this day,
I’d like to hand you a handkerchief…don’t weep!
Take heart, you cold-blooded Terrorists
Who p-planned on taking down the Twin Towers
Rest in peace…when you all awaken,
Be in High Spirits, you splendid sunrises
Written by me ~
This poem is dedicated wholeheartedly to the 9/11 event ~
Life is like the dance of a flame
Breathing out smoke as the moments change
Fleeing chaotically from your name
Knowing not where it goes or whence it came
Until the mind blows it out
And only the luminous darkness remains
In this game of who gets who worst.
Its about getting even , regardless of if feelings get hurt.
So what if this has escalated , you've wronged me,
since that moment I had placed you in a hurst.
Ironic is that you were the brother who taught me the meaning of family.
Now you are the one whose existence is a bother.
More push than shoves , more disdain than love.
My personality determed by " I " but the attitude by all of the above.
Those qualities of yours that ensure that we will quarell.
Those lies that enticed my pride to be swallowed.
No longer will I take the blame for you.
My older brother. My older brother , both father and brother.
What a short distance you've fallen from the tree , hurting all those around you , your siblings and even our dear mother, just like the one who betrayed you , our dear father.
For the lust of materialistic dreams that you seeked youve trampled upon the ones who didnt even understand the concept of envy.
First you lie about your family name.
Then you gamble with our savings.
Then steal from me , was I not part of your family?
Humiliate your siblings infront of your friends for laughs.
Calling us the bastards that God should've never had.
Thank God our mother can't see what has become of you and I.
You almost murdered me because I wouldn't lend you anymore money.
Thank God our mother can't see what has become of you and I.
For you succesfully murdered her spirits too.
You only came to the funeral to lay claim to your part of the money.
Tomorrow our family ties will be physically severed.
But mother taught us all shall pass.
When tomorrow comes I hope this is true.
So in high spirits I know this is something else that shall pass,
something I must go through.
For with the last heirloom you did not take.... ,
our grandfather’s knife...
Your life I shall take from you.
Opening and closing my eyes. Oh, Wow such a Bright light.
Seeing two of God Creations overflowing with tears and smiles.
“You two know Who I AM!”
Human beings changing me, carrying me, feeding me, grooming me, teaching me, finally they Molded me right.
“Hmmm… Do you Really know Who I AM?”
Learning with you, making friends with you, playing with you, working with you, exploring with you, enjoying life with you, and even Created a new life with you.
“Seriously, Who Am I?”
Smiling. Company all around. “Hello there!” Dancing. Being goofy. “Hahahaha!” Hallucinating. “Oh no, no, no, NO!” “What is that?” Confused. “I want to be alone.”; “No, please don’t leave me!”; “Get away from me.”; “Who is that chasing me!” Felt a Pinch. “Ouch, that hurt!” Screaming, “Why, Why, why, why!” Eyes slowly closing. Body weakening. Dreaming. You deserve to be Happy, excited, grateful, content, accepted, saved, treasured, and at peace. Grasping the noble power of speech. Eyes slowly opening. All alone. Feeling, miserable, weary, terrified, anxious, & so irate. “Ahhhh!” Inside devotions. Self-Warrior.
“Where Am I?”
Free-Prisoner! Visualizing. Prayers! Excited; an empty home. Stomach rumbles. Prayers! Grateful; apples everywhere. Thinking. Prayers! Content; able to be a writer. “I am Not Alone!” Prayers! Accepted; Believer of God. ”It’s so cold.” Body deteriorating. Prayed. Prayed. Floated Soul. Prayers!
“Do you Know Where I Am?”
“Where AM I?” Covering mouth. Giggling. “HELLO, GOD KNOWS WHERE I AM!” Captured. Grasped by the Noble Power. In High Spirits. “I AM Protected by my Lord and Savior!” Finally, At Peace; MySelf-War ended. “NOW YOU ALL KNOW WHERE I AM.” My body is Treasured; you finally discovered me. Entreating God Children. "Because within me is Peace; Now Shall be Peace within You ALL!"
Toes engulfed by sand and pebbles, gentle flow,
Area of sand sloping down to the water of the sea,
Relinquish all the fear and pour excitement into their eyes,
Oh wonderous water, plunge them inside their glory,
Teach them to find a disposition of providing amusement,
As they toss tiny rocks into the great open tide,
Into nothingness with superior improvement,
While the innocent pureness of two brothers collide.
May I hear the chuckles of those handsome boys,
Ringing and playing and singing and dancing,
All the chimes of playful giggles in high spirits,
Ring around the rosie while time keeps passing.
Throw out the plastic toys or save them in the attic,
Lets keep the animated memories alive in spirit,
Go and search for the immersed sea of innocence,
Watch the brothers prance to their favorite lyrics.
Written By: Laura Urbaniak
November 2, 2015
Sponsor: Eve Roper
You are like my mesmerizing lullaby
You soothe my body…warming me like blankets
You make me die all the time when you prepare to fly
You are making me daydream without ruthless regrets
Your powers are amazing! You can even teach me to fight
With Your thundering might,
You melt away my impassive heart…
Like a candle, scorching with fright
You are like the merry midnight sky
But our merriness broke loose when you waved bye-bye to our friendship
You make me cry in high spirits time and time again…when I receive your reply!
You are inspiring me to take wing like an eagle, but I lost my grip
My emotions are roaming freely…someday I’ll reach to heaven’s height
With your mind-blowing sight,
You shun out the anxiety brewing in my tender heart
Like a dandy candle…a wish that won’t depart
Although I greatly loved socializing, I really enjoyed being alone,
Like ebony evenings of magic, with no ringing of the telephone.
Since my young childhood, I had been, an introverted extrovert,
Like one with eyes to azure skies, for solitary sun's extra burst!
I loved my work as a museum tour guide, as blossoms love rain,
And offish Mars loves twirling alone, in the red days of his fame.
Yet, in leisure hours I was often alone, like a full, alienated moon,
Or stunning, vibrant rainbows, that won't be amassing very soon.
Friends oft invited me to parties, and sometimes I would accept,
As sun is seen coaxing roses, from the beds where winter's slept.
I lived in the house of quiet starlight, each of them roving alone,
Like solitary, jade grasshoppers, when green grass is overgrown.
My nearest neighbor was my best friend, and we were like family,
Ofttimes together, laughing steadily, in the days of golden vanity.
Pleasant summer was in high spirits, with a whistling in the trees,
And a continuous, merry humming, from hives of the honeybees.
One day, I labored in my garden, while marigold blooms sang sun;
And I saw a lone woodpecker tapping, getting his own work done.
It was not the first time I'd seen one, and they were always solo,
Like a total eclipse of the glorious sun, making of him a no-show.
Then I saw a pink hummingbird, flying backward, and upside down,
Reveling in aloof, open air dining, out on the quaint sunshiny town.
This brought to mind adorable koalas, living out serene lives alone,
Like a dramatic, lone shooting star, heading out to zones unknown.
Later I saw a pretty emerald butterfly, more solitary than the birds,
They live and usually migrate alone, past the city's outlying suburbs.
Then there is reclusive, giant panda, active at night and by twilight,
When hued skies remember and review, the golden day's highlights.
Thinking of complex nature's solo acts, I did gain valuable insights,
For being alone is only natural, circumstances defining what's right.
I am no longer feeling guilty, but am accepting myself just as I am.
As the sun accepts taking over, when heavy storms are on the lam.
I still laugh it up at joyous parties, like fireworks and confetti stars,
Yet, I require long intervals of silence, like silky nights of no chaos!
Malta puts me in high spirits,
always have me twisting at the first sip,
languishing its energetic erotic spike,
total elevation only can you see!
awe! alluring gestures floats off my tongue when I am on my Malta.
©Al Juman 11/13/2020