Best Jovially Poems
Antares' red glow bears firmly down
upon plush, chartreuse carpet
lying prone against the obsidian expanse,
blanketing sections of a remote
blue sphere, purling,
spinning helplessly
through distant time and space;
slave to routine and rotation,
never daring to break free;
to reach out.
Scorpius sprawls low
across the Autumn void;
a celestial corpse
twinkling, twitching;
inexplicably still breathing,
expelling the last
of her precious plexine light
in a final, desperate act
to awake inspiration, stir passion,
proffer wholeness and healing
to an infirmed, ungrateful planet,
for her end-of-reign recession.
Projecting dreams; visions
like swirling Akashic holograms
leaping forth from ancient pages
of ethereal records,
all but lost to time and apathy.
Twisting snakelike through the cosmos,
her broody gaze steeling
in every direction;
fierce energy bombarding;
burning across the universe.
Intense joules bursting forth;
reaching out to nurture
willing universal souls;
scorching those who reject her,
turning them to table fodder
at a divine banquet
for dark gods.
Sagittarius flickers jovially behind
as if breathless with laughter;
taunting, frustrating,
staying just out of reach
of her vengeful tail.
The rule of Scorpio wanes
upon Orion's horizontal breach
extinguishing the sting-ed cluster;
quelling her tumultuous surge
until late-spring pains
rebirth her fires,
igniting them, emerging again
from the icy chasm
of black oblivion.
I was a child of words,
they explained my laughter, sheltered my dreams,
gave soul and sunshine a synergy,
emotions could escape jovially, mischeviously, miraculously,
art from a wind pipe, architecture of innocence played on papyrus,
I discovered that I could lye with them to achieve absolvement,
I may lie with them to remember light in long trails of history,
poetry became my throne, my home, how my heart shown
somethng precious I could own,
from them I learned diversity of dangerous dialectics,
from them I may teach about candor and courage,
about forgiveness flown wide,
a license from Divinity, a desire from death diging in doubts,
wise warriors may make the word sword from words,
defending their lifetimes with those weapons of intellectual warfare,
I chose Poetry because She rescued me from the philistines,
where I needed meaning She gave me begining
with an oath for us both,
going forth like students entering a cathedral worthy of new psalms
She was the water I touched my forehead with
I was Her reason for season,
a whirlwind She could bless with a scream,
a man with poetics in my purpose and melody in mind,
She would shatter stars for my delight
and I will break my body for Her foresight,
for She is forthright,
and I am Her knight -
J.A.B.
Join in jovially for our jamboree.
Unpleasant thoughts – just toss them away!
Become your best self, and have bonhomie.
Ill will, be gone. We won’t have that today.
Leave cares behind; do not hesitate.
Arise! Come with us, and join our throng.
Now is the time. Don’t make us all wait!
Thrill to the music of our gleeful song.
Joy for evermore. . . could it ever come true?
Obliterate negatives. That we must do.
Yell Yippee Ki Yay; let your happy shine through!
Jan. 6, 2019 for the Jubilant Joy Poetry Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke
A good number of us decided to go on holiday down to the sea,
Well, it was such a fun crazy time and it ended far too quickly,
Every night a couples’ name was pulled out of the hat,
It was our turn to cook on the coming Saturday, fancy that,
We had to put on a good spread and decided to cook Greek,
Out we went on the morn ticked off each item, had to perform peak,
No-one was allowed in the kitchen when we were cooking,
The aroma wafted under the door, they were eager to come looking,
But we locked the door, and two hours later we rang the dinner bell,
The clan came quickly, it smelt divine, followed their nose and tasty smell,
Everyone was hungry So ample portions we served, it tasted so good,
We were complimented, Jane asked for a second serving of food,
So proud we were, one and all, enjoying our Cabernet and chatty dine,
But then something embarrassing happened, which wasn’t so fine,
A heaped spoon my friend placed in her mouth, we heard spluttering,
a cough and, oh my gosh,
Her empty spoon fell into the food with a thundering splattering splosh,
Jane quizzically picked this thing up, it had a tail, not a mouse, but a black plug,
With a bright shiny chain which took forever to reveal itself,
I wanted to crawl under the table but all I could do was blush, was it myself
or hubby, when washing the veg in the sink, accidentally picked it up potatoes
At first silence, then her hubby laughed, watch out for the salad and tomatoes
It has become a household joke between us and many a friend,
We were jovially asked what was the next Greek dish that we recommend!
A pleasurable, pleasing, pure pudding is being prepared
Covered and caked in cookie crumble
A really rampant, ridiculous but robust routine
Jammed jovially into a jumble
dad you unrolled the hose in the late afternoon
when venus slips by the moon,
fresh water for cemetery cypress,
green monster in the middle of the yard,
then I see you smoking carelessly among the plants,
the spiraling smoke rising to the sky,
police cars chase what they can on the avenue,
while motorcycles hum jovially,
the music playing on his cell phone has nothing to do with it,
it is almost funereal like the cypress
and produces the ghosts that come out of the speaker,
the abandoned house next to ours,
welcome one by one these hauntings,
was a place of sacrifices,
and received black goats on Fridays,
there was singing into the night,
people in white danced their tropical pagan cult,
when they moved away the silence seemed like angels,
sanitizing the structures,
but today through the broken windows,
the wind sings a litany,
with a taste of heresy and abandonment,
the ghosts dance and disappear into nevermore,
as if taking away those who have already died,
and the dead that we will also be,
this is a dreary late afternoon father,
you collect the hose and disappear inside our house,
always worried about the bills to pay,
I'm surrounded by little stars in the sky,
they draw in light an erratic pattern,
like a surrealist pentagram,
and there is a frightening cypress,
a ghost house next to me,
the only thing that saves me from being raptured
by the ambiguous feeling of fear and curiosity
is the voice of my angry mother,
Come have dinner you idiot!
and I obey running toward the secure dining table.
when I grow up,
I will be this mix of coward and trailblazer.
Michael most memorable millennium man,
Like a twilight the Sun, sinking shiny,
As an array gorgeous Moon, moving moody,
Jackson jovially joins just judges, eternal entry.
Tribute to tears true trailing thriller,
Michael Jackson lived Legend, left Hero,
World will weep, let loose the great Michael Jackson
Missing music, dizzy dance, inevitably irresistible.
America shakes Oceania, Asia hugs Antarctica,
Africa waves Europe, fathomless Our hearts you'll reside,
As whole wide world misses musical maestro,
Michael sail safe to yonder, just jilted Jackson.
Our hearts, body, soul and spirits mourns Michael
Jackson untold exit, forever living Icon,
Our passion, wishes riches and loves, marvel MJ glorious grave,
Michael Jackson we love you yet infinitely alive.
A man who raises his children
Biological or not
Caring and concerned for their welfare
Doting and dependable of their every move
Each and every day he works so hard
For his family, making sure they have enough
Glad to be their provider, the
Head of household, husband, father
Inspirational speaker
Jovially joyous in his demeanor
Kind and knowing in any circumstance
Loved by all
Motivating his children to be better
Never cruel always polite
One of a kind
Protecting proud man
Quietly unassuming
Respected, reliable, responsible
Sacrificing, supportive
Teacher of good
Understanding even in discord
Vigorously
Wise and watchful
Xylographer extraordinaire
Youthful strength and
Zealous supporter of his family
Tear me to pieces, parade on the path naked, mutilate me
Rusticate my life! Ruthless radical rebel, ravish me!
Mock my mortal flesh, jab me jovially, ceaselessly,
till sweet sympathy sprouts in your hard heart, hurt me!
Horrible pain pulsating; somehow I stand, grip- only hope;
My bones in fragments, never shall be joined
Identity crushed, individuality mashed up, rip me off
this earth! Seize my air too; snatch it, its all left in me.
Who am I to revolt? The world’s your abode too,
Exist and I happily extinct, you survive in serene stillness.
Breathe the air I breathed of forgiveness and love, who knows
It might by some means change you to a human being.
May 25 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 25-30
Key Verses – Psalm 25:1 -2 Unto thee, O LORD, do I lift up my soul. O
my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SOUL-LIFTER
Lord God, You are my soul Lifter… joyously, yet soberly triumphing over me
Thank You for enabling me to become what You want me to be
Jab into my deeds Your truths I need to practice so my faith others can see…
Jack me with Your mercy so rich and free.
Lord God, You are my soul Lifter…
judiciously, yet compassionately pardoning me of my iniquity
Thank You for examining me, proving me of Your sincerity
Jail my vanity inside Your wondrous works’ sovereignty…
Jam me against my dishonesty along Your integrity.
Lord God, You are my soul Lifter…
jubilantly, yet graciously gladdening me of my salvation
Thank You for hiding me Your pavilion’s fortification
Jar my anger away from cruelty’s oppression…
Jell me within Your holiness’ passion.
Lord God, You are my soul Lifter…
joyfully, yet peacefully drawing me to Your heart
Thank You for empowering me along divine nature You did impart
Jeopardize my bad motives so selfish with arrogance-dart…
Jerk me out from wickedness with Your light for revival great start.
Lord God, You are my soul Lifter…
jingly, yet expressively blessing me by Your inheritance
Thank You for upholding me to worship in Your righteousness’ assistance
Jibe my goals according to Your majestic stance…
Joggle me of my pride and break my resistance.
Lord God, You are my soul Lifter…
jovially, yet courageously shaking me from fearfulness
Thank You for cheering me by Your voice of comfort and gentleness
Jounce my sadness with Your caring blissfulness…
Judge me along Your loving kindness with Your healing’s steadfastness.
Lord God, You are my soul Lifter…
jealously, yet protectively bringing me to Your keeping
Thank You for prospering me as on Your paths I keep on stepping
Justify my deeds by Your favour’s grasping…
Juxtapose me alongside Your ministry’s propping.
May 25, 2023
Make haste arise,
assert the words.
Salute each term
that now gabfest.
In mid of night
they waltz, serenade;
Jovially jolting
a rem-sleep state.
Appease them please,
awake, awake.
You have mere seconds
so soon they fade.
Witty performers,
these festive words;
Parade to play part
of a poet's verse.
Rare frolic idioms
seldom last;
Assign them purpose,
applaud their crafts.
Ink well the quill,
poetize prose.
Recite with vigor
what words compose.
Inscribe each stanza
on scroll egg-shell white.
A task I've done
numerous times.
Ideal locutions
dispel thy rants.
In poetic sequence,
I'll debut thy stance.
An empty summer has just ended, not that summer ever started. For me every season is the
same. Journeying towards an autumn, just another time in which more bloodshed's bound to
come, just a swimming pool of crimson and the children all have fun. Liquid is still
liquid, the savior from the heat and all those seeking shade and comfort frolic towards
the beast.
I cannot see a point to life, a common trait of weakness to the armed men of asylum,
holding sane people hostage with their knives. Whining is for the poor and the weak,
sitting by jovially as they slaughter us in our sleep, yet they cannot stand to hear us
whine, they cannot stand to hear us weep. Escaping from their own guilt perhaps? I don't
know but till then I'll never sleep. Instead I'll keep on weeping for every life forsaken
and abandoned in the streets. Every season is the same to me.
Just more red on top of green, raining eternally.
My obese dog, Wunder-Mutt,
was hungry.
I gave "fatty" some sausage pizza.
"Good boy" I jovially said.
"We shall both diet tomorrow."
He wagged his tail, to agree.
Then...Darn it!
I fell and hit my fat head.
Concerned, he licked left-over
mozzarella off my double chins.
Ah, obesity~the joy that never ends!
June 23, 2020
5pm PST
Poem # 1306
Jovially, you approach life, with jokes to share.
Optimistically, you view obstacles as opportunities.
Sacrificially, you ensure safety for loved ones' care.
Honorably, you'd rather do what's right than appease.
Understandingly, you unfold patient behavior.
Admirably, you exhibit traits of a savior.
For my dear husband.
His name means "Yahweh is Saviour" or "to save."
He has saved my life.
1-23-2020
Candles Caper
A burning candle delivers euphoric feelings.
Giving harmonious influences jovially.
Kindling loves, merry nuisances, opulently.
Plays, quietly romancing songs transcendently.
Capturing lovers in her flickering flame.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 17, 2010
Poetic form: ABC