Best Joyousness Poems
I wish to claim
My boyness
My yesterday sillyness
Innocent shyness
My crinkled nose grininess
That hide and seekiness
Spin the bottle
kind of geekiness
Getting caught
My hand in the cookie jarness
That pushing too farness
Collecting comic charminess
Pulling pigtales
Stolen kisses
Hidden playboy kinda business
Cop a feel inquisitiveness
Being a bit
Self conscience
A true life witness
Loving the mysterious
Laughing more than being serious
Feeling delirious
Not afraid
Somewhat curious
Wondering
About adultness
What it was all aboutness
Thinking that it leads to freeness
I'd know just how to be-ness
Eating what I want
Staying up late kinda keeness
Now I wonder
What was the rushness
To reach adultness
Full of it's doubtiness
What's it all aboutness
I witness it's dreamlessness
It's no longer about me-ness
More mundane
To much saneness
Routine and sameness
No one cares if you cameness
Less is less
And more is moreness
Can't see the trees
Through the dark forest
So grab onto your girliness
I'll bring my boyness
There will be more
Way more
Yesirey
Hotdigity
Joyousness
No more boringness
We'll spin in circles
Enjoy our dizziness
After all
Having fun
Is a serious business!
For Nina Parmenter’s Tongue Twister Contest.
I hope you have as much fun reading as I had writing it.
Categories:
joyousness, adventure, boy, childhood, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
Sunny storms drench away the sorrow I feel inside
Rainstorms and thunderstorms make life a rowdy ride
The clouds above are dancing merrily and I look up and stare
Raindrops and sunshine fill my days and nights as I prepare…
To run...run...run in the sun, shining anew…
To walk...walk...walk on the mesmerizing moon…
To slide...slide...slide on clouds of baby blue
To collide...collide...collide into the beauty of the afternoon
Scarlet sunsets swim in my eyesight
I am seeking empathy from the sunlight
Regret no longer clings on to me…
God gave me His amazing mercy
Acceptance is the beginning of flight
For a fantastic future that's so bright
Bite the bullet as you soar oh so triumphantly like an eagle in the sweet, splendid air
Endure the despairing hardships and there's plenty of joyousness to simply share
Believe in me as I get stronger by the minute
Relieve me from grief and give me a mind of wit
I need to admit to myself that I am never alone
I need to look up to You when I feel on my own
Dreaming won't help me to achieve my goals in life
Unless I take quick action to untie peace from strife
I realize that gloryless guilt and shameful sin has weighed me down
I recognize your voice out of a million in this tension-packed town
As I skip to and fro into the river of roving radiance
As I leap from pod and pod like a frog of brilliance
As I jump from one tree to another like a monkey of gladness
As I grab a hold of the rope of hope gleefully with no distress
Categories:
joyousness, beauty, courage, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
I watch the splendor of the rising sun.
A new beginning when the night is done.
This light
so bright
brings hope of living fullest until night.
I live the daydreams that new morning brings;
my heart fills up with joyousness that sings.
My song
is strong
with thanks, another day has come along.
I see new daylight's swaying flowers, trees;
reflect their graceful moves in the soft breeze.
Their dance
a glance
of nature's beauty that holds me in trance.
I feel the inner peace in sunset's glow.
Though this day's done, by grace of God, I know
next dawn
I'm drawn
to capture new day's joy before it's gone.
Each day, a gift from God to hold,
that glows beneath his sun of gold.
April 11, 2016
Contest: Hope Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
Categories:
joyousness, day, morning, thanks,
Form:
Rhyme
[Poem read at Sekoto’s inhumation ceremony at the Neuilly-sur-Marne-93 Cemetery, near Paris. Channel 4 in London recorded the reading as they did the funeral rites in the presence of his close relatives come from afar for the nonce and based their documentary - as far as I can tell - on my lead cover article on the South African self-taught painter and musician Gérard SEKOTO, published in The Journal of Comparative Poietics, Vol. 2 (Paris), 1993. Both the article and the poem were re-published in my book on “poietics/la poïétique”, entitled: Poietics: Disquisitions on the Art of Creation. Allahabad: Cyberwit.net, 2008, 214p. There ensued a general scramble for his canvasses at the Maison des Artistes where he was lodged in his declining years, and even the sketches he gave me for publication disappeared from my studio.]
III
Long are the years you have lain your easel down
Longer still the sun at Botshebelo burnishing your skin
In the soft autumnal retreat of your heart
You could still hear children playing in the mission station
You saw with what glee they jigged in Sophiatown
And bled for your brothers enchained in District Six
Away in the quiet slumber of a land you loved
You wrought the blazing colours of a secret rage
of man's will thriving in his limbs
of an enduring passion for hope
in the dance of stoic joyousness
in the embrace of a Mandela
Not a shaft of light escaped your hunt for
traces of your childhood
nor
were lost the spare airs that filtered through shanty-towns
Your world was a world of people
simple people
going about their chores with premeditated caution
oppressed people
endowed by need with the guile for survival
People for whom you lived
People who live on in your veins
uninterred in your carved canvasses
(Poem read by the author at Sekoto's funeral in Neuilly-sur-Marne, France)
(c) T. Wignesan, Paris - 1993. (Pub. in the Journal of Comparative Poietics , Vol. 2 & 3 (Paris), 1993 & in Poietics: Disquisitions on the Art of Creation. Allahabad: Cyberwit.Net, 2008.)
Categories:
joyousness, friendship, world,
Form:
Elegy
A forest dark within the soul.
Can hide the truth and take it's toll.
And keep the light from getting in.
Then make you feel you'll never win.
But then one day a fire's lit.
That makes more room for things to fit.
And as the light begins to shine.
An inner voice say's it is fine.
There's only one thing left to do.
To find that one path that is true.
That lead's you to your destiny.
Of faith and love you now can see.
Believing in your silent muse.
Who helps you when you need to choose.
Can soothe your soul and keep you warm.
Then joyousness becomes the norm.
Categories:
joyousness, moving on,
Form:
Rhyme
So lost in crowds
Can't speak aloud
I'm so ashamed of who I am
So lost in sounds
I can't be found
I won't give up
No, no I won't
Can't remember who I am
Music is my only, lonely jam
But, I remember hopes and dreams
I remember everything that sings
I don't know who I am, but I will figure that out
Pretending who I am is filling me with doubt
I'm like a broken dam
That, I am…that, I am...
A long lost lamb
Alone in the fields of shame
Alone in the lonesome game
Of giving up…
But, I won't
I won't
I won't
I won't give up
No, no I won't
Can't remember who I am
Music is my only, lonely jam
But, I remember hopes and dreams
I remember everything that sings
I don't know who I am, but I will figure that out
Pretending who I am is filling me with doubt
I feel somewhat better than before
I have been hit to the core some more
I don't know why I feel extremely numb
Please tell me God - I want to overcome…
These emotions
Are like oceans
But, I belong with Him in times of need
I won't give up
No, no I won't
Can't remember who I am
Music is my only, lonely jam
But, I remember hopes and dreams
I remember everything that sings
I don't know who I am, but I will figure that out
Pretending who I am is filling me with doubt
Give me some hope in times of hopelessness
Give me a reason to hold on to His joyousness
Everything fades, but not happiness from within
Observation has taken over me again and again
Can't help but be sad…
Yet, I am still glad
Was so lost in crowds
Couldn't speak aloud
But, I won't pretend to be who I am…
I am like a strong, rowdy ram
Yet, gentle and quiet like a lamb...
Categories:
joyousness, angst, emotions, hope, loneliness,
Form:
Lyric
Blessings* God unceasingly bestows
Breath of health always flows
Benefits today toward bright tomorrows
Birthday gratitude of mine glows.
Brand new year through each day’s goodness
Beauty of heart midst spiritual fullness
Building lives with the Lord’s graciousness
Birthday prayer of mine midst joyousness.
Best service to offer with utmost commitment
Buttressed by the Saviour by His engagement
Braced upon His constant assured endowment
Birthday goal of mine for stewardship-fulfillment.
Birthday gifts along greetings, warmly endearing
Bliss-filled wishes for triumphant life, heavenly enduring
Brothers, sisters, friends and loved-ones verily caring
Birthday well-spent, worshipping Christ around His fellowship’s securing.
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.
March 9, 2020
Alliteration and rhyme forms
For enabling me to enjoy my birthday celebration on March 8, I thank God, my “exceeding great reward” (Genesis 15:1).
To all of you, thanks so much for your greetings, love, prayers, support, and gifts. The Lord’s blessings be with you likewise.
6th place, "Your fave poem 2020 not written for a contest" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 6/18/2020.
Categories:
joyousness, appreciation, birthday, christian, faith,
Form:
Alliteration
Commended for being kind, I’m humbled
I praise the Lord Who has me enabled
To fulfill His will, even when stumbled
Confessing that there were times I grumbled.
God be thanked for my kindhearted parents…
Role models are they of goodness’ intents
Their example exudes with virtues scents
Blessed am I by their loving engagements.
Though not perfect, they taught me to be kind
“Such is pleasant.” They would remind
They warned: “To cruelty, don’t be aligned…
Be expert of kindness; there be refined.”
Nurtured with my siblings by their kindness
I’m secured within my home’s graciousness
Around family’s caring gentleness
Expressing full forgiveness-joyousness.
Having that “inherited” kindness trait
I’m moved to reach out midst apathy’s bait
Dealing well with others at peaceful rate
Showing real comfort; making them feel great.
Then I learned that God makes kindness fruitful
He’s the Author of life that’s meaningful
Imparting divine nature… powerful
For faith-deeds, effectively purposeful.
When applauded with congratulations
For my care-giving and life-building functions
I exalt God Who works in my actions
Purging my kindness from fleshly sanctions.
I’ll pursue being kind* for God’s glory
Reflecting His mercy midst evil’s fury
By His might, I’ll share His Gospel story
Spreading His love of blissful victory!
*Ephesians 4:32 And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
November 12, 2018
1st place, "A Little Kindness Never Hurts" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri; judged on 12/10/2018.
Categories:
joyousness, appreciation, blessing, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Blest with garments of varied hues and shades’ assortment
I practice an organized monthly color-scheme adornment…
January is greeted with vibrant green’s life-oozing zest
along moss, emerald and mint scarfs’ accenting best.
With blue motif of azure or cerulean in February
cyan-printed dresses match aquamarine-look accessory.
Pink for March as well as old rose and fuchsia of no doubt
makes watermelon lace with pomelo ribbon stand out.
April shimmers in yellow, gold and sunshine glow
showing skirts of mustard, canary with lemon flow.
May has cream and beige for modest apparel bliss
as blouses are pleased with flax and vanilla emphasis.
June delights in violet midst lavender and lilac beauty
allowing use of purple and magenta bags, surely pretty.
Cheering July onlookers are different black-speckled masks
parading shoes, leather or so-called ebony in mobile tasks.
This August* presents belts of bronze, cinnamon and brown
while wearing coffee or chocolate shawl without frown.
Orange awaits September with tangerine or amber trends
preparing handkerchiefs of carrot, squash and yam blends.
For October that highlights charcoal, ash, and gray
ready to be added is silver to my faith-anchored fashion-array.
November features raiment** that’s white or off-white
together with pearl, ivory and cotton polka dots on sight.
In December is red, alongside scarlet or maroon’s joyousness
with crimson and ruby attire, thanking God for His bountifulness.
*Next year will be another color-schedule.
**Revelation 3:5 He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels.
August 21, 2021
7th place, "Kaleidoscope" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 8/23/2021.
Categories:
joyousness, appreciation, blessing, christian, color,
Form:
Couplet
The scene is all too familiar
(Except for the purple sky),
Has this happened before?
Deja vu on the edge of a waking dream?
In another life,
Or maybe all funerals are the same?
The same ceremony.
The same casket
(Well this casket is made of Phantom-wood).
The same sadness, fear and joyousness,
from everybody that it is not
THEIR funeral.
We are all lined up
(Along the blue grass)
These familiar strangers.
They look like neighbors from past lives,
The lady next to me looks like
my 1st grade teacher
(Except she has five noses).
She doesn't seem to know me,
Why would she?
Didn't I used to deliver newspapers to that man?
(Except without the eyes in the back of his head)
Not in this life
Maybe that was lifetimes ago.
On the way in
I brushed past the doorman
(who looks like this kid I used to play hockey with,
except he is thirty years older).
But we say not a word to each other
As if we don't know each other
(or never did).
The funeral is sad and I cry,
even though I never knew the boy in the coffin
I cry because things have to end.
Why can't they be endless?
I cry cause death is heart-breaking
I cry for his family's pain.
And I am glad to go back to my world,
Where we never die and love is endless.
By: Joseph DeMarco
Categories:
joyousness, funeral, cry, , 1st
Form:
Free verse
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Categories:
joyousness, adventure, angel, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
His faith was solid, deep and strong
Held a Divinity degree
But watching as his wife held on
Was difficult and hard to believe
With her, in Christ, his life was filled
With joyousness throughout the years
Their deep, abiding love was built
Through faith the soul will reappear
Now, as her flesh begins to fail
His wife unconscious, on the verge
Of casting off her mortal shell
A creeping doubt starts to emerge
Despite his belief, his human eyes
Have seen but one side of God's plan
An unfamiliar paradise
Is very hard to comprehend
And so he prays for miracles
Another chance to hold his bride
But, as regards the spiritual
There is but One who shall decide
And if it is her time to leave
We pray our friend will soon rejoice
In what he sees beyond the grief
His wife, at peace, on Heaven's shores
Categories:
joyousness, bereavement, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
36.
The Rose
The garden rose by Nature's brush
Seems the perfect flower.
It sleeps before the autumn moon...
Is reborn of April showers.
I feel an empathy and compassion
For other flowers as they grow...
With their aesthetics somewhat muted
Compared to the glory of the rose.
The End
37.
The Daffodil
The daffodil in spring will rise
And in the garden grow.
It will slyly peak its head above
The last sprinkling of the snow.
Its appearance is a comfort
As a tired wintry corpse expires...
Giving way to a vernal transformation
Only Nature could inspire.
The End
38.
April's Blessing
April's sly peculiarities are a blessing
As the dregs of March are born away.
Cleansing a tired Nature's tribulations
Before the warmth of gentle May.
It gives source to seed and germ with
Unfathomable colors to flaunt the eye.
It plays mischievously upon my senses
To humble an enthusiast such as I.
Nothing contrasts to Nature's bounty
As she releases now her gentle showers...
Where orchids give rise to expectation
While still meadows bare their flowers.
Children... no strangers to April's booty
Find joyousness in all her grand oblations.
Splashing and sloshing in hooded dress
In puddles that stoke their imagination.
But April fills me with blissful consternation
As she makes bold her diverse complexion.
Because I... being me, have done nothing
To deserve such encompassing affection.
The End
39.
Half a Ton
Hate must weigh a thousand pounds
While love will weigh but one.
There are those who find it amenable
Ferrying the weight that's half a ton.
They seem devoid of sense and reason
As to why they persevere... soon
Learning the manifestation in the mirror
Is all they truly fear.
The End
40.
Bucket Full of Stupid
There is a bucket full of stupid
Giving voice to maddening crowds
With no obvious rhyme or reason
Why they wear a Reaper's shroud.
Such times seem justly merited
With common sense in short supply
Considering the state of education
And the inane hebetude it provides.
The End
Categories:
joyousness, joy, nature, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
November 19 Scripture Meditations Based on Philippians 4
Key Verse – Philippians 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR INSPIRING ME TO THINK OF YOU
Thank You for inspiring me to think of You along truthful Word
By Your Scriptures’ eternal record
For my faith-strengthening sword
While learning about You as my Saviour and Lord.
Thank You for inspiring me to think of You along honest intentions
By Your plans’ purposive directions
For my soul-focusing instructions
While fulfilling Your commands midst distractions.
Thank You for inspiring me to think of You along just dealings
By Your holiness’ redemptive sealings
For my righteousness-upholding fuelings
While trusting Your leadership despite my failings.
Thank You for inspiring me to think of You along ready forgiveness
By Your mercy’s great graciousness
For my heart-caring gentleness
While staying in Your will of pure joyousness.
Thank You for inspiring me to think of You along lovely ways
By Your supremacy’s sovereign rays
For my prayer-empowering days
While serving You, knowing that faithful stewardship pays.
Thank You for inspiring me to think of You along good report
By Your standards’ formidable fort
For my character-straightening effort
While testifying about Your unconditional support.
Thank You for inspiring me to think of You along virtuous deeds
By Your integrity’s immaculate creeds
For my ministry-enhancing growth seeds
While obeying You, trusting that You meet my needs.
November 19, 2022
Categories:
joyousness, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
March 26Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 17-20
Key Verse– 2Samuel 17:14 … The LORD had appointed to defeat the good counsel of Ahithophel…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GOOD COUNSELOR
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
coming to help me in my decision-weariness
Thank You for bringing me
back into Your humble peacefulness…
I strive to please You always with sincere earnestness
While seeking for Your presence-joyousness.
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
calling me for rest against my confusion
Thank You for leading me
toward knowledge of wisdom-illumination…
I trust You always along biblical perception
While enjoying learning from Your truth-satisfaction.
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
caring for me in my difficulty
Thank You for dealing with me
by Your succouring sovereignty…
I submit to You always for protection against sin-fatality
While fleeing from worldliness’ destructive futility.
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
correcting me in my self-avenging
Thank You for disciplining me
whenever I run away from faith-plunging…
I bow down to You always I as confess my pride that’s damaging
While I repent from hurting You for my fleshly rampaging.
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
carving me in my inheritance
Thank You for keeping me
in Your charge within Your fenced abundance…
I abide in You always with Your Word of faithful assistance
While I rest in Your care midst Your ruling grace-attendance.
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
cheering me in my victory
Thank You for fighting for me
in my righteous battles for Your glory…
I yield to You always in overcoming iniquity-caused misery
While I hide in Your deliverance-safety from enemies’ fury.
Lord God, You are my good Counselor,
comforting me in my discernment
Thank You for recompensing me
with Your reward of achievement…
I praise You always for Your blessings that give contentment
While I worship You, my King and Master, deserving of my commitment.
March 26, 2023
Categories:
joyousness, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme