Best Jubilation Poems
Upward through a soft patch of early Spring
If green plants and petals could only sing
Jubilation and Joy would ring out
Fleeing wintry straightjackets
I'd wave to them; they'd wave to me
We'd weep together, figuratively
Two old friends united again ~ restoratively
That's what
I feel today
Just to be alive
and absorb
all the
wonderful offerings
that each day brings.
It's a mystery
as to what
will transpire
But I maintain
an optimistic attitude
as the clock
ticks down.
We're only here
for a short
period of time
so grasp the
gift of life,
make the most of it
as it delivers
all of it's promises, dreams.
Jubilation! jubilation!!
This is nothing of imagination
This is nothing like deception
Accept the information
All we need is jubilation.
Jubilation! jubilation!!
God has a reason for intervention
Brother shun that notion
All you need is devotion.
Jubilation! jubilation!!
People mind your attention
Discard your distraction
All you need is jubilation.
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FOR A LOST BROTHER
"TATTOOS, PICTURES, JUBILATION AND LOVE"
minutes ago, I received a
picture from a female I know.
she says she loves me.
she texts:
I'LL SEND IT TO YOU AS LONG
AS YOU DON'T USE IT AGAINST
ME.
I agree.
ARE YOU READY?
I text back: I AM.
my notification sounds,
Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata
plays across my room.
delivered.
she's naked and in her
bathroom. tattoos on her
wrist, her leg and above her
baby maker. she adds character to
her picture. this wild horse
has a tongue that's wet,
thick, shiny and pierced.
it hangs out. details,
details, details. baby, the
devil is in the details.
listen! Beethoven is at it
again. another picture.
these pictures came with no
hesitation and only one
proclamation.
I SEND THESE TO YOU BECAUSE
I'M ALL YOURS. THIS IS WHAT
YOU HAVE. BE GOOD TO IT.
I feel jubilation and love.
wait, you're smarter than
this! the browns, the greens
and the blues.
all of perversion's eyes have
seen this too. perversion's
eyes have read that pro-
clamation. perversion's eyes
once had all she was. per-
version's eyes were told to
be good to it. perversion's
eyes know that baby maker tattoo.
they know that tongue ring.
jubilation and love took a
trip into the perverted.
look at the bigger picture
you fool! the record plays
the same old song. minutes
ago, I received some
pictures, some love, some
dedication.
however,
I did not receive her
originality.
the world's perverted eyes
beat me to it.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-9-2016
There are moments in life we always remember,
Places and people to which we always surrender.
The friends we make as we go through life,
Especially those who have helped us when we had some strife.
Remember the kids in that first class at school,
Some we fought with, others we thought were oh so "cool".
The few close friends with whom we could share,
Our darkest secrets and passions, the ones we trusted would always care.
As we became older we became wiser too,
Because of all the teachers who challenged us in what we should do.
The years passed and different ones would take their places,
In that line of our life's renewal, I can still see their faces.
Then came the day when we would move on,
Different schools, different friends, looking at a new horizon.
We came together on that final day as a class,
Feeling the trepidation and angst, knowing how it too must now pass.
It was our time for cap and gown and a diploma celebration,
The memories of it all, the excitement and jubilation of our Graduation!
Jesters jokers juggle
Jink joke as journeyman
Jag up one jocose notch
Jougs jesserants judder
Jussive jokes demand the
Jutty jailors’ justice
Juxtapose jolterheads
Christmas hails the Saviour’s birth
heralding good news to earth
gracious peace midst wondrous mirth
hope against contentment dearth.
Christmas brings God’s gift so grand
blest life of eternal brand
triumph toward promised land
while sharing love’s caring hand.
Christmas reigns to soar with bliss
as kindness warms sublime kiss
reaching-out for Brod and Sis
thoughtful prayer not to miss.
*Luke 1:14 And thou shalt have joy and gladness; and many shall rejoice at his (Jesus Christ) birth.
December 22, 2020
3rd place, "Podium placing promise(2)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/31/2020.
Dedicated to my grandmother. We shared a December birthday. She never lost her sense of celebration even through the death of two children and husband. She was and is a special presence in my life.
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Jubilee
I live as a child of the season when the world outlines
A silhouette of itself,
When glittering stars rest on barren branches
Uplifted and rejoicing
In the playful sparkle
Cast
Upon nights that do not welcome
Dawn;
In the shadows of this time,
I take a holly branch into my hands,
A legacy from the children of seasons passed,
Raising it
To light my footsteps
On the path across the shortest days
To waltz in festival with the Spirit
Who guards these precious hours
From all consuming blackness
Every circling into its icy heart;
And in the midnight
I chose to stand watch against the darkness,
Stand with the twinkling Spirit made evergreen,
Wherever I may find it;
To celebrate
In the face of all that seeks
To crush
The brilliant source of this golden radiance
Glowing in jubilee;
To raise my voice, to join the rejoicing song
Echoing between moments that pass away
And distant gates of dawning;
Reaching –
Always reaching –
To the Spirit
Who sings
And dances
In triumphant jubilation
With eternity.
Joy... JOY! You are YOURSELF, and SMILING, TOO!
I'd feared you'd not return, but... HERE YOU ARE!
O! I could dance, and spin, KISS you anew,
For, out of a void Heaven, God saved a Star!
The skies sing praises on your humble head!
You RECOGNIZE me, and your words make SENSE!
You'd promised me disaster, you had said,
'I won't be coming out again, the fence...
Will keep me here, all my remaining days!'
But, 'twasn't true! (My veins are bursting, too!)
I didn't think I'd laugh -- to see you smile
I rather thought our new life would turn Blue,
Morose, and keep me visiting for long while!
O! JOY! For fear to BE WRONG! DOUBT TO FAIL!
'Twas for such cause, that Christ did bear the nail!
Date Written: 1/7/2019
For: Jubilant Joy Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
There’s pleasure beyond measure in the creation of elation,
light and delight in the moment of a cheerful sensation-
More gladness, less sadness in the beauty of jubilation,
and in the abyss of bliss there’s joyful exhilaration.
Rhyme Battle: Happiness Round 8
August 10th, 2017
DIAMOND JUBILATION
I’ll be dripping with diamonds today.
They’ll parade proudly on my chest.
For the proliferation of the best day
Spent in honor of my parent’s crest.
Small sparklers a joyous sampling,
Little butterflies latent potentiality —
Breaking the sound barrier of reality
In their quiet splendiferous offing.
The little danglers will spread their wings
Sailing across the turquoise sea
The expanse and depth of its glory —
This cheerful celebration means much to me.
The jubilation of precious jewels.
Twins to others — but to themselves —
Sixty years of pulling together the cool
lifetime of love and happiness like no other.
1/11/2020
"Song of Jubilation"
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Deborah Vines 3/28/2019
Silence
I'm dying in silence
So wretched in pain
Looking for jubilation
But where do I begin?
When silence has subjugated me
Who do I turn to?
When most seem to be targets of depression
I'm hungry for uncoditional support
Trying to skedaddle from silent pain
Seeking for someone to hear me out
But they all tend to be victims of dying in silence
Huh! Silence....
Silence is just silence
A toxic chemical which cause depression
Without being swallowed
Can I skedaddle it?
Argh! Wait, I'm looking for jubilation
But where do I begin?
When silence seem to be one of my dread
I can't even swallow bread
For silence has taken over
Bit by bit
Little by little
I'm dying inside
Dying in the midst of combat with silence
So wretched in pain
Wish to heavily exhult in happiness
?Rirhandzu Manzini
# The Black Poet With Light Visions
Hello, Nature.
Are we fine?
I notice you
cavorting nearby,
like you find our
surroundings useful.
You don't object to us;
know you are
safe in our gardens.
I feel so friendly,
glad to be of service. Do
take what you need,
even if you bite me
among the grasses.
I am in your debt just as
I owe a favor to my brother.
I exhale in friendship
hearing your
languages in the trees.
Jubilation easier to some
Enthusiasm sets a goal.
Allows you to follow bliss.
Celebrate everything
Especially you
Worth the trouble
Relaxing
Easy
Joy