Best Jocund Poems
aye …
on such
divine evenings, thus,
are perfect odes not freely spun?
the Perseids, dancing their
jocund jigs -
capricious, evanescent stripes of
golden ire under a tapestry
of wonders …
watching rapt, ever-attentive,
streaking, burning ephemeral, as if the
gods themselves trace their
fingertips gently on
a phosphorescent brine …
but this, yet,
a sea of suns, amaranthine …
I wonder, could it be …
they are fleeting?
the hopes of idle angels, perhaps,
dying bright in the veil of Zion -
plunging to the earth
as if mortal …
perchance, they're pearls of Sol -
strands of liquid morning,
to adorn, pure, the breast of Heaven …
could be …
they're forsaken souls -
lost spirits, given one last chance to
burn their id on the firmament …
or even yet …
the wondrous wishes of children,
sparking to life in the midst of
their deepest dreaming,
and then … gone …
oh, surely,
it must be that,
their bright, momentary glory can
be meant for ONLY such
tender fancies,
the imaginings of youth,
the one fit and worthy vessel for
such runes …
and I, but their ever-willing caretaker …
picking each one from
the fiery vault like precious
gems from a parcel,
and plopping them, sweet,?
into the deep, soft pocket of my joys … thus,
on such divine evenings ...
aye!
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Shooting Stars" Poetry Contest, Nayda Ivette Negron, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Choice (5), Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile One" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Cosmos" Poetry Contest, Thvia Shetley, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Spring" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Poem of the Day ~ on Poetry Soup.com, awarded August 7, 2017.
Categories:
jocund, august, eve, joy, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
I wander in the nature’s green, trees in rows the birds preen
Like a gem glimmers the morning dew, with a precious diamond’s hue
And flowers bloom as I gaze anew, eggs hatch to welcome lives in queue
I can smell the wondrous earth, the distant flow of water in mirth
It’s a new dawn another day thereof, wherein I sense his breath of love.
As I prod on the old man smiles, he delivers milk by cycling miles
Passing the farmers sweet abode, the cry of new life reaches the road
A child wails by the neighbour’s door, with a sweet candy her eyes adore
Roaming the street is a hound grown, pups trailing behind unknown
A jocund street undreamed of, wherein I sense his breath of love.
My dearest rush out sighting me afar, without whom my life is a war
The tiny tots in their cradles lie, as we sing a lullaby
This is the world I am part of, wherein I sense his breath of love.
© (4 Feb '15)
* Honourable mention in the contest 'Enter a poem #1' by Poet Destroyer
Categories:
jocund, blessing, family, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Joy (Pleiades)
Jettison leaden thoughts
Juxtapose light and dark
Join me in spreading the
Jovial mood of love
Jump with pure elation
Jocund spirits outwit
Jealousy, hate and fear.
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Contest: Pleiades 'J'
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed 2nd
© 4th March 2017
Categories:
jocund, happiness, joy,
Form:
Verse
recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Throughout each day your spirit comes to mind.
Upon the grave of love denied I tread.
Somehow in precious recalls peace, I find.
Three years get often tangled in my head.
Which day and time did that event occur?
But I see only happiness instead.
A nighttime breeze can make my passions stir.
The rise of smells and sounds from country cozy.
Yet in my scenes sometimes true love’s a blur.
Sweet remembrance of the days so rosy.
A jocund dance for us that wasn’t long.
But I care not to linger on to mosey.
How bittersweet the daydreams growing strong.
Increase from their determined will to last.
Our poetry’s alive in memories’ song.
We’ve both been changed by circumstances, fast.
The shift of tides that caused our love to pass.
Categories:
jocund, lost love, memory,
Form:
Terza Rima
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice
a just jaspered journey
jokingly jumped a joyride
to juicy jukebox jabbering
in jackal jackboots
from nearby jungle
Dr Jekyll clasped a jackknife eating
jambalaya to justify a
juggled juxtapositional
jurisdiction jamming
as jugular vein jingled jewels
joyfully jauntily jaywalking
to a jay named Jim Jolly !
Onward he jumped to a
Jungian junction
Jupiter jocund watching his
journeying joints
journalese seemed a jibe jig
but neither Jewess, Jesuit
or jeweller jiggled this job
So he jerked his jess
like a jape for Japan
Jejuning onto January for the
next jangle of jasmine
No jellyfish was Dr Jekyll in Jordanian jerkin
though sometimes Mr Hyde
with jeroboam swirling alongside !
Categories:
jocund, 12th grade, extended metaphor,
Form:
Alliteration
Spaceward: genesis, obedience, fathomless: universe.
In Cerulean: lambent, sullen, discernible: Close ignite.
With harmony: hypaethral, skyward, aether: womb hiccups
Whelm time: serenade, stardust, drizzles: diamond dust,
Overall trends: extinguish, slumber, wonder: celestial hymn,
By extolling: Argyle, twinkle, soothing: miraculous rule
Alabaster Gypsum: portholes, peering, ogling: rain glints
Rubicund Jocund: ventral, sheqalim, vivid: lured stars
Exalt air: Blistering, bleeding, molting: Corolla collide
Orotund Moire: Kaleidoscopic, sentient, dusk: carnal life
Grab fistful: Dripping, purple, precipitation: Sunburnt sky
Dodging Venus: Flytrap, ill-wishers, pyramids: Shift astern.
This variation on sonnet XL1 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .
kuhlmann is a verse poem of two phrases interspered with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns,adjectives )with an integral title.The label and form is derived from the baroque poet Quirinus Kuhlmann's 50 sonnet
form Love-kiss XLI
Poem inspired by the sonnet penned by Brian Stand
Categories:
jocund, analogy, appreciation, sky, stars,
Form:
Sonnet
Joyful jolly jigs and jests,
Jump and jive, no time to rest.
Joining hands, a joyful crew,
Joking, laughing, joy anew.
Jazzy tunes, a joyful beat,
Jingling bells, a jolly treat.
Jovial smiles, a joyful sight,
Joyful memories, day and night.
Jeweled skies, a joyful hue,
Jubilant birds, singing anew.
Jocund laughter, fills the air,
Joyful sounds, everywhere.
Joyful hearts, a light so bright,
Jubilant love, shining so right.
Joyful souls, a shining star,
Journey on, to where you are.
So let joy fill your every day,
With jolly laughter all the way.
For joy is like a treasure trove,
Filled with love, and joy and hope.
Categories:
jocund, abortion, addiction, child abuse,
Form:
Alliteration
FUNNY ALPHABETS FOR KIDS
A to Z, each is an alphabet
Twenty six letters in the set
Arits ate Apple, Almond, and Apricot
Brown Bread, Butter, Biscuit Bought.
Crate Contains Corn, Cucumber, Carrot, Coconut
Dates, Dumpling, Drumsticks, Doughnut
Elevator, Escalator Enabled Entry Exit Easy
Fine Fancy Frock Fits Fantastic Fairy.
Ground Growing Green Grass, Goat Grazing
Haunted House Horrible, Hound Howling.
Intelligent Investigator in Isolated Island
Jovial Jockey, Jubilant Joker Jocund
Kangaroo Knows Karate, Kite Kidnaps Kingfisher
Leopard Lifting Left Leg, Loud Laughter
Monkey Managed Molasses. Muffin, Melon
Nursemaid Needed Nice Nankeen not Nylon
Owl, Ostrich, Otter, Octopus, Oyster on Outing
Parrot, Parakeet Picking Pellets, Peacock Pecking
Quick, Quick ! Quiz Questionnaire query
Rushing Rhino, Running Rabbit, Rodent Rat Rivalry
Snake Scares Scorpion, Swan Sips Sour Soup
Turtle Tastes Tortilla, Tiger Trains Turkey – Troop
Unicorn Using Unusual Uniform, Urban Uncle Under Umbrella
Violet Vase, Velvet Veil, Vegetable Van, Vacant Villa
Wasp Waving Wings, While Wild Wolf Wanders
Xerox, Xenon, Xylophone, X-Ray, X’mas
Yellow Yolk, Yummy Yogurt, Yak Yawning
Zero-Zillion; Zoo: Zany Zebra Zinging
, 101 in A Row Contest - 7
by Poet Destroyer A
Categories:
jocund, cheer up, children, nursery
Form:
Acrostic
Lying in an augur's aviary..
Reneging on my virtues,so credulous..
The feying fay being taken to
bury,
I see things called ambigous.
Slowly fading odour of scantity..
In Attica, end of augustan age.
Wings of Azreal, the martinet
deity,
I see these, with espied rage.
Hydaes casting spell every
night..
The abysmal wizard of dark
kinglet.
Between scylla and cherybdis is
my sight..
Seeing through the torment
outlet.
Through that window, with
arriere pensee..
I see me, the ambling ember
Once alive, now frozen modus
vivendi..
Promenading with flowing ichor.
Still with each sunshine..
I see hope blazing through..
A jocund scene,hard to miss.
The changing magniloquent
hue..
Palladium of gamut bliss.....
Categories:
jocund, me
Form:
ABC
The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of dais edicts, cudgels so contagious;
haughty wheels peddle rashly between two havocked hearts,
foisting wintry fobs of progeny pleating to let pigeons exeunt,
if bedlam trotting by pothers ye, the cob, yet calmly sings,
"Fare-thee-well, Oh snowflake in dwindle, hallow me next spring,
via crepuscules, cleaved like vacant aulas crescendo conveyance,
wholly abutting city lights, this chimney calling cannot sight!"
Jolly pedestrians twinge at our capitol! Touring a mindful chance,
Ample of verve, knowing mortuary amblers must get their fight!
"Fountains, thawing ye? Janitor, what does the blind really see?"
tryst squelch time, squirm squander squalors n' ante antiquated feet,
Jocund or beh£s belief! Ye! Behind bellicose belletrists by beggars!
When baubles full-fledged, hast consummated thee to hobnob no more,
jongleur sloshed anchors on mimes bare laid laic stoolie, loupe aims,
Headmost, request lasting breaths above broadcasting fortune n' fame,
Then fated fires the Sniper jostles from home to goad n' prod,
Ye kindred stanchion and I, skimmed, the sunset even with me...
Categories:
jocund, adventure, imagination, nature, on
Form:
Free verse
Oh mother oh mother oh motherly
be,
woe would be the world without
thee,
you fed us when we were
hungry,
you clothed us when we were
cold,
you cooled us when we were
feverish,
and you held us when we weren’t
quite so bold;
so mother oh mother oh motherly
be,
many would be the sorrow without
thee,
you pained at our
losses,
you jocund at our
gains,
you kissed all of our
booboos,
and bandaged all our
sprains;
so mother oh mother oh motherly
be,
many would be the poorer without
thee,
1
so you never owned new
shoes,
for that matter nor a
dress,
your hair was cut by your very own
hands,
so we could have the
best;
so mother oh mother oh motherly
be,
because of thee;
the richer, the wiser, the better are
we.
Categories:
jocund, family,
Form:
Ballad
.
Such a rash stimulus before
mine eyes
which has caused the naïve
reach
from
the likes of i
Though each day
(it seems)
buffoon
winks back at me through the
reflective pane
a jocund feeling over comes
me
almost becoming ecstatic
It has many of times
caused
the jingle
yes as in
rhyme and verse
yes
many passionate words
from the lift of
her curse
Categories:
jocund, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
To life I hark at the crack of dawn
Then bow to its doting light,
Savour tweets in the trembling air
Fragrant with that jocund sight.
At noon I feel the blazing sun
As I toil upon my grind,
It bequeaths me a salty crown
And a throne that it can find.
Dusk caresses my weary brow
And twilight eases the load,
That lies upon my troubled heart
As I amble down the road.
A silvery moon entices me
With dreams that are heavenly,
Magical baits to live my days
With its spell of wizardry.
This life is not some revelry
But struggle I know to be,
A measure for enlightenment
Shaded by a Bodhi tree.
***********
Categories:
jocund, life,
Form:
Ballad
Carpe diem? sweet, yet meet?… whimsical? smart? how do I start?…
On a birthday, it’s worth saying something special from the heart.
While I’ve penned all kinds of rhymes— ahead, behind the times, a range—
Some in verse that’s terse, some florid, others horrid, stanzas strange…
Here are couplets spare, to share a word about aesthetic voice
And tell of those who, heaven knows, feel impelled. These have no choice.
Force driven, from a passion given or a pull linguistic,
They have to make their plea— to make us see— by means artistic.
To psyches nourish with a flourish to seek heights where dreams dare—
Souls entice through words’ device— takes more than mere inventive flair.
Although Joyce’s knack most lack or Molly Bloom’s, yes, claim to fame…
Still a spark might light that could ignite a literary flame.
When in dim creative burn, one struggles just to turn the page—
Push on to… and puzzle through… a painful poem’s final stage.
Midst seas of jocund companies, I would seek to speak from shore,
Hope to leave behind a line of mine that wasn’t there before…
Meantime delight in what is left, each strophe deft… to the end…
Where we blind may find someday someway unwinds beyond that bend…
I’ll stop the Harley parley now— sing appreciation ‘cheers’…
For encore add, ‘many more birthdays galore… and relished years!’
~ Harley White
[While this was initially written for the birthday of someone in particular, I have found it to be appropriate for my creative friends and acquaintances in general.]
Categories:
jocund, art, birthday, celebration, friendship,
Form:
Verse
I wandered lonely as a cloud—Oh dear!
I watched the dance of daffodils—Oh my!
When on my couch in vacant mood I lie
And feel their wealthy fluttering draw near.
I see them toss their heads like twinkling stars;
A sparkling, sprightly, jocund company.
I gaze, I gaze, they outdo waves with glee;
A host, a crowd, ten thousand avatars.
They flash within my pensive inward eye;
My heart is oft with pleasure filled each day.
Alone a poet could not be but gay;
Especially great Romantics such as I.
I cringe to think that out of all the rest,
This poem might one day be deemed my best.
A parody of William Wordsworth's poem "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" (aka "Daffodils")
Categories:
jocund, funny, humor, hyperbole, parody,
Form:
Sonnet