Best Jubilance Poems
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."
E.E. Cummings
Amber hues kissed twilight's platinum pigments that night,
beckoning ivory pearls to weave patterns of astral flames.
Charm of the crescent moon glowed in a golden gem tinge,
dazzling in divine desires, devoted to admirers of starlit destinies.
Enamoured, we embraced, consoling under coral constellations,
forgetting fears, promising to forever remain as cosmic lanterns.
Galactic fires of euphoria, blazed celestial candles into dripping wax,
hushing horizons into a heavenly haven of honeysuckle hope.
Intoxicated inside fireworks of ethereal lights, dancing on clouds,
jasmine jubilance filled the air, as shy silver sparks slipped away.
Kindled spirits like nocturnal diamonds yearned to be eternal
lovers of luminescent lullabies lingering inside opalescent orbs.
Magnetism of moonlight melodies are enchanting, but ephemeral,
nothing lasts forever, so at dawn with the arrival of a nightingale
orchestra, our obsession of obeisance withered like an orchid obituary.
Pastel passions of our paramour portrait discoloured with daylight dew,
quivering in nature's quiet quarantine of quintessence slumber.
Radiant rays only offered reflections of regret and rejection, as,
sorrows of sunflowers in winter winds shattered my hourglass heart.
These tribulations torment my tired soul, like a refugee of romance.
Unstable, under an umber universe, I've become an uncherished
verse in a voiceless vocabulary, no longer vibrant nor valued.
Wilting in the wilderness without your wisteria whispers, wounds in
xanthous tumours, hidden behind a veil of Xanadu metaphors,
yearn to heal from yesterdays, where your touch softened my burdens.
Zest of your zealotry is engraved in echoes of my zephyr heartbeats.
Roses felt rosier and Jasmine more fragrant
As tender winds breezed caressing our aura
Inducing sweet emotions in voices of passion
When eloquently we spoke language of love
Hosting conversation of charming sensations.
Climbing up high, touching contours of sky
A new dawn gladly smiled on our horizon
Uplifting golden sun in jubilance of autumn
Spreading amber tinges on orange elation
Teasing us with vignettes of doting affection.
Happily we discovered blushing inspirations
Igniting the flames of our cherished wants
As we held hands on pristine river banks
Undulating in meadows of resplendent vistas
Yearning to decipher the song in our heart.
Life then altered the meaning of our resolve
As we grew apart, forgetting idyllic vows
In sensuous aspirations of brand new starts.
How quickly love changed as time evolved---
Neither the same you are, nor am I who I was.
January 22, 2019
Placed first:That was then, this is now--contest by Silent One
Placed first: Strand choice K contest by Brian Strand
Lilies plush, in coral-pink, titivate tidy yards
Swaying gracefully by manicured green lawns,
Alluring his glance there shadows dance
Where rabbits chase, and squirrels scurry by.
The lady in rocking chair, as always, says: hi,
Cheerfully poised, adoring red-roses rise,
Nonchalant of a poodle agitating on porch
Spotting a raft of ducks slowly, slowly cross.
He floats among clouds, his dreams amplified,
Buzzing amber desires in womb of eventide
Gawking fond musings that blush crystal sky
Lauding opaline aura glinting astral designs.
Ruminating jubilance, elated she’s feeling now
Lounging in thoughts by the pond in a park
As rustling winds imitate eve’s gilded sighs
Where she sits charmed, playfully beguiled,
Greeting him lovingly, garbed in mauve smile,
Caressing impulses that blazing passions vie
When Adele’s lyrics emanate from Love Song
Echoing tunes of romance from a car nearby
Scintillating lambency of love in longing eyes,
As fervid night muses of fairyland rendezvous
Divulging clandestine clues of lush stellar hues,
Riveting gaze, she proclaims: darling, it’s true,
Up high on amorous sky, the moon feels it too.
August 17, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: On fertile ground
Four walls
Sat destitute
within four walls
of her citadel,
Embellished in gold
and pricey diamonds,
Adorable silky cher
in vast ambit,
Waiting and waiting,
days after days
till the war will end,
For her prince to return
victorious, in jubilance.
Longing soft heart,
Abandoned in walls
of riches, dignity
kindness and valiance,
With no privilege
of freedom,
A tearful soul
eating her heart.
Not a mere breath,
She is an esprit
with subtle thrust,
She is an essence
beyond four walls,
That else embalm
and macadamize.
Written Feb 24th, 2016
For contest by Chase
Now entered for "Any poem #38" poetry contest by PD A
”Christmas is for celebrating with those near and dear, the day that the world was kissed with God’s glorious gift.”
Quote - Poet’s own
It will be lonesome my darling
On this special day of the year
Yet feel the love I am sending
Whispered heart to heart sincere.
I hear joyful church bells chiming
With a message ringing out clear
All will be well from this day on
For sweet baby Jesus is here.
Tidings of elation sweetheart
Jubilance from heavenly love
You are in safe hands I promise
Medics skilled with gifts from above.
There placed beneath the Yuletide tree
Is a poem for you dear heart
With words written only for you
The inspiration of my art.
Home is wherever the heart is
There is nothing that could compare
Being with you by the fireside
Snuggled up in a cosy chair.
Santa Claus by special request
Direct my love back to the nest.
PAINTED IN WHITE
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Plethoras of colors produce pallets
Upon the whited sheet of her canvas
Painting her smoothly in sensational elegance
Making known her venue lavished in vibrance
Solid streaks of red, solemn streaks of black
With swimming streams of blue compiled in one stack
Glowing shades of green, savory swarms of yellow
With morning mists of gray to show she's mild/mellow
Such compelling charades of the most aureate colors
Cascading her piece inside their fleece
So warm/cozy she sits up there
Tantalized with thoughts of sitting bare
Beneath the bliss of her maverick's mirage
A virgin vintage veils herself with facades
Of jolly jubilance coated with colors
Conveying one message, concealing another
Her psalm, she sings so boisterous and loud
As her silence secretes a deafened crowd
Her severed heart bleeds red scarlet streams
Profusely pleaing for one to come redeem
Her and quiet the screams sent from her lips
Then taste/sip the drips of blood
Slipping and sliding like a fountain's flood
"Oh, What a dream of a fantasy
Who stilled the swarming storm
Of cascading colors corrupting my form
At least a hint white has placed the night to flight
OH!!! What beauty it was to have that moment of sight.
WOW!!! What a grand delight to see the sun so bright
For a moment, I thought I'd born heaven's light
WELL!!! Seeing freedom's flag was fun while it lasted.
I only wonder when the hearer of my heart will mast it."
Years go by and memories dim and fade
Many, once so close and familiar are gone
Most of them have faded into oblivion
But those of whom one can never forget, stay on
Oh, dear Appa (Dad) and Amma (Mom) in Heaven
As the days of Christmas draw near, memories parade
Not in an orderly queue, but in a jumbled mass
And your loving faces, before our eyes, flash, and fade.
Leaving inerasable memories, you departed in silence.
When sick or unwell you always wrapped us up in prayer
Now you stay in a place untouched by stain or strain.
From there, you watch over us with tender care.
When festive days arrive, we miss you so badly
Though days and years pass, we feel you so near
But we know, you cannot come down from your sphere
To be with us on this day to give us cheer
So, transcending the boundaries of space and time
Our hearts rise high to your loving presence
Where you stay secure from all sadness and sorrow
And abide with your Heavenly Father in perpetual jubilance
We see you celebrating Christmas with Jesus
Along with the ethereal throng in great joy and mirth
Kneeling by the throne surrounded by angels and seraphs
Listening to their celestial choir, glorifying the holy birth
On this festive day, we send you warm Christmas wishes
Wrapped in memories of the times we were so deeply loved
With loads of gratitude for the warmth you gave to last a lifetime
With an assurance that we will live up to the ideals you avowed
Though gone, every day we feel your presence,
Especially when lonely and lost, unable to find our way.
At the rim of the far-flung sky, we see you as two stars,
Blazing our path with the trail of light you shed on our way!
_______________________________
(My parents made a compatible pair
Being together for long 57 years, as man and wife
Far from perfect, yet complementary they fared.
One’s weakness compensated by the other’s strength
One’s rigidness indemnified by the other’s light heartedness
Graced with a rich sprinkle of compassion and piety,
With their strict adherence to the lofty ideals of life,
They set the solid foundation for our value system.)
_____________________________
Dec. 12. 2022
~Placed Second~
Christmas in Heaven Poetry Contest
Sponsor. B.J. Legros Kelley
Day by day my body decays
And my soul waits
For the warmth of your embrace
The meaning I cannot trace
The time is now to receive your grace
I remember much
Yet memories past have no bearing
I can see much
Life
The meaning almost clear
The dust settles and chaos vanquished
Peace and love echoed again and again through the halls of time
Bear no weight until the final moments
Jubilance captured
A single frame as I lay
Time will no longer wait and I can no longer stay
Weep not
Harmony engulfs me
Symphonies escort me
And angels guide me
My loving Father waits for me
I can almost see Him
I certainly feel Him
The old world fades to grey
Weep not
A brilliant glow not of this world fills me
A love not felt by mortals
It is the beginning of the end
My breath shallow
My thoughts clear
My soul readies
Do not weep
He is waiting for me
This is exactly where I am supposed to be
I am feeling at peace
dealing smoothly with strife,
humbly kneeling each day
giving thanks, for I know
I am living the dream
in my purpose-filled life.
I pray, "God, please let this
state of happiness grow
till the end of my days.
Let the jubilance flow!"
Date: November 12, 2017
Contest Title: November Premiere Contest Placed 8th
Sponsor: Brian Strand
August 29, 2018, entered in Caren Krutsinger's Dealer's Choice Contest
December 31, 2018, entered in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Jubilant
Joy Contest
September 9, 2019, entered in Cindi Rockwell's My Heart Is Full Contest
October 8, 2019, entered in Line Gauthier's Living the Dream Contest
Give me another life
God why did you give me life and take my heart ?
Without a soul, it's a dead feigned living,
Took away my love and forced to again start ?
How tough it is if I don't have a zing,
Days don't pass and nights are long,
No emotions, having lost interest in everything,
Maybe universe calling but I can't get along,
Not to appreciate yet constant stare at sky,
As if disowned by you, I don't belong,
Why not give me dreams and wings to fly?
Abundant desires but all are dead,
Why not awaken some if not imply?
Why not erase some grief and put zeal in head,
Replace great sorrows with some of joy,
Unveil dark clouds of past to clear present ahead,
God I am your living heart and no toy,
Help me, bless me, send some sunshine,
Few sparkling moments must to enjoy,
Ecstasy warm and rich as wine,
As unfurling jubilance of flag gets dues,
Vibrant sentiments will intertwine,
God let rains wash away all the blues,
Help delicate paints mingle to give newer hues!
Written September 14th, 2014
For contest' Terza Rima on anything' by Alfred Vassallo'
The children shot rockets painting the heavens in psychedelic colours
And showers of fluorescent rainbow colours came dancing down
The air burst with thunderous rumblings of crackers and fireworks
Happiness cast its glow on joyous faces on the festival of lights
The house was spruced up and decorated with dainty tinted lamps
The curtain rods brightened our living room with tiny tinkling bulbs
A crystal bowl of floating scented candles, and tuberoses in vases
Lent an air of jubilance and romance to the home with the fluttering curtains
With drinks in hand the family reunion turned into a tipsy affair with many on a high
Our talking parrot was let out cage to stretch out his wings to enjoy its rare freedom
To make his presence felt he hopped around the dining table pecking into plates
And taking a sip from each of the family members clinking glasses, much to our delight
Lucy, our pomeranian, was taking turns in hiding under chairs when crackers burst
The revelries and fireworks had died out by the time everyone had retired to bed
Clearing the table of assorted bottles, I was shocked to see the parrot dead drunk
Hanging upside down the curtain rod crying, 'Lucy! Lucy!' to his friend in his cage!
June 3, 2016
For Julia Ward
* Diwali, an Indian festival, is celebrated with a lot of fireworks. It is called The Festival Of Lights
EVERYDAY WITH YOU BECOMES ANOTHER HOLIDAY AS EACH NIGHT BECOMES A SWEET REVELATION TO A REFRESHING, LOVE AFFAIR. TRULY, YOUR LOVE BECOMES A NEW SUNRISE AS EACH NEW MOON, CAUSES EACH CANDLE LIGHT TO MULTIPLY ITS ILLUMINATION AND WE ENTERAIN THIS PRISTINE JUBILANCE OF US.
OUR LOVE IS FAR MIGHTIER THEN THE DARKIEST OF TIMES. YOUR MARVELLOUS BEAUTY CAN EQUATE WITH THE RADIANT BEAUTY OF "THE QUEEN'S GARDEN OF VELVETY RED ROSES." I SHALL NEVER BE ABLE TO THANK OUR LIVING GOD, FOR BLESSING ME WITH MAGNIFICENT YOU.
WHEN I GAZE UPON THE RHYMIC DANCEOF THE STARS, I AM REMINDED OF HOWYOU DANCE UPON THE CHAMBER STEPS OF MY HEART. CAN PARADISE, TRULY BE WITHIN YOU, WOMAN?
I DO KNOW OF THE UNSEARCHABLE LOVE AND BEAUTY OF OUR GOD, THROUGH THE MESMERIZING BEAUTY OF YOUR PRESENCE. FOR, ROYALTY AND NOBILITY UNVEIL YOUR ENRICHING SUBSTANCE. YOU DRESS WITH THE CLOTH OF WISDOM! YOU WEAR KNOWLEDGE ABOUT THY DELICATE NECK AS THOUGH IT WERE THE RAREST OF IVORY PEARLS! THEN YOU BATHE IN UNDERSTANDING AS IF IT WERE A SWEET AROMATIC OIL AND SPICES FROM A DISTANT LAND. TRUTH, FAITH, TRUST, AND UNCONDITIONAL LOVE WILL BE THE NAVIGATOR OF THIS INCREDIBLE VOYAGE. NEITH THE STORMS OR JEALOUSIES OF LIFE WILL SEPARATE US FROM THIS GIFT WE SHARE FROM THE LIVING GOD, BECAUSE THIS CANST NOT BE AN ORDINARY LOVE.
(whose video powerfully, profoundly, and
positively affected this southeastern residing
Pennsylvania papa)!
Afflicted with Cystic Fibrosis since her birth
contagious exuberance, gung-ho,
infectious jubilance noah dearth
which eye opening (then tearing)
podcast link sent tummy
FaceBook account,
she distilled and
didst poignantly blog the
purpose driven life,
no matter...hmm...
her existential time
nearing thee finis
line on planet Earth
though upworthy defying
deathly clasp of grim reaper,
who scythe lent
lee doth await
she (titled lass of poem) established
a substantial supportive network,
via such an up
beat aura, charisma,
persona, et cetera create
ting global bond sans,
world wide web, aye equate
chance lucky opportunity
to witness airily especial
and gutsy acceptance
of her (congenital) grim fate
while this healthy
(as an oxymoron) lix
spit tilling chap doth hate
sweaty palms (a minor,
though tolerable inconvenience)
versus being irate
at an accursed disease
still no cure as of late,
yet...state of
the art revolutionary treatments
provide longevity, and... YES
possibility to discover a mate
though consigning severe limitations
but...WOW, that girl (unknown
til yesterday) doth narrate
positivity, which amazing
will power didst permeate,
within thine noggin
triggering sincere flowing tears
bursting forth at an unstoppable rate
hence this attempted rye
ming livingsocial tribute
to go for broke
esprit de corps elan trait
completing a bucket list
while eternal sleep will wait!
We all fit where God has chosen and yet we believe it’s us who have coveted
That we do the desiring, selling tickets to your mother and then selling a dance and then you
You swam upstream with strength and the olive branch, twisted into a circle to form the crown
The rest died and your jubilance was pure and watching I held you screaming and I looked into my eyes which you had taken
The change came quick from infant to boy and we moved forward with the wind at our backs
Sitting at the top of the stairs you asked me each night,” Daddy, will you rub my back?” And I claimed it as my medal
You grew into these new clothes and life which manipulates all who are different and I fought them as they tried to make you fit
We traveled the World and the spinning. It never stops as your mind. You had friends and I got on and slowed
We looked eye to eye and you taught me who you were. You looked at me and our love came as the Sun each day
I knew you were getting ready to fly
And those strong wings spreading and waiting for the gust
I saw your first flight and it didn’t go as intended but you were in love. The ankle wasn’t. I saw your eyes
You had seen her and she had told you about yourself with her eyes.
I knew you were going back and the words
I look for you still on the horizon but it’s been long. My eyes have weakened, my heart has aches. I pray for you and to see
I hope you remember the lessons. They came from my father and he has grown cold and yet I still talk with him everyday
I’m just around the bend in your memory if needed. Just pray and you will see me and the fire burning
I’m hoping you make it home and as that last ember slowly dies. I’m always scanning the skyline and the light is on
Teach 'Your' child to be at times "ADAMANT",
Yet don't forget to instil in 'Him' the inclination towards "BENEVOLENCE",
Don't let 'His' values just always be "COMPLIANT",
Introduce 'Him' to refusals and the bold "DEFIANCE".
Bring to 'Him' the facts of 'Practical' World but nurture 'Him' to be moderately "EMOTIONAL",
What all 'He' does, inculcate in 'Him' the very needed "FORBEARANCE",
Fix 'His' trust, but do check 'Him' being "GULLIBLE",
Establish in 'His' mind to listen to 'His Conscience' when faced with "HESITANCE".
Teach 'Him' 'Winning hearts' but not as if "INVADED",
Challenge 'Yourself': Make 'His' presence a matter of "JUBILANCE",
Inject 'Him' with the attitude of winning for which others need not be "KICKED"!
'His Success' ought not to be on else's grave; instead should emit "LUMINANCE".
Don't teach 'Him' to tell lies; but tell 'Him' when just to "MOULD",
Imbue 'Him' with the responsibility of raising 'His Voice' but also make 'Him' learn life saving "NEGLIGENCE",
Make 'Him' aware 'We all perish', but 'Heart' is something that never gets "OLD",
Teach 'Him' 'Sweat'; Convince 'Him'- 'One's dreams always stay alive in his course of "PERSISTENCE"'.
Transform 'Him' to be an ideal for all in 'His' four "QUADRANTS",
Entreasure in 'Him' the wealth of cherishable "REVERENCE",
Implant in 'Him' the significance of the word "SIGNIFICANCE",
Infuse in 'Him' the strength and courage to face any "TURBULENCE".
Teach 'Him' to be an 'Orator' arguing the wrong with "UTTERANCE",
Inscribe on 'His' mind 'One's greatest enemy is none but "VENGEANCE"',
Make 'Him' learn others' abilities and be their success' "WITNESS",
Also make 'Him' learn that 'True Heroism' is in being your own and not in "XEROXANCE".
Teach 'Him' to smile in pain, and rise after fall,
But don't forget to imbue 'Him' with a sense to control 'His' "YEARNANCE",
Teach 'Him' well, but help 'Him' to be a Human, above all,
You, the 'teacher' ; Your child's battlefield 'Your School':
Help Yourself and Your child reach your goals teaching 'Him' the never ending "ZEALOUSNESS"....