Best Jumping Poems
Jan and Daz are so so happy
United are Jadazzle
Many months have passed
Poetry writing has been put on hold
It's been over a year... but we
Never gave up believing we would write together
Good times are just around the corner
Friendship oh so strong
Overt faith in each other
Radiating from united hearts
Joyous in our reunion
Optimism will be our byword
Yesterday is but a memory
12th August 2015
This is our first poem in about 14 months - writing together again was a dream that has finally come true - Jadazzle are well and truly reunited.
Written by Jan Allison and Darren Watson
*** THE CATS DREAM ***
The cats snuggling dream
Of turning through the music between stars…
Of their fur transformed to feathers…
Of a time past when
Brought to ballet class
They danced for the great George Balanchine —
As living models
Jumping high, high to
The peaking of their
Seeming so easily springing leaps…
To tap noses to his fingers
Then hang as if landed there… In
A pause overhead of any descent…
A stay of all motion
— even of time —
Where
Felines go
To dream
And dance
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(c) Art & Poem sally young eslinger 5/14/22
Thanks be to God
Seven Young Men Jumping into the Ocean Blue- -
Cliff notes seven of us jumping out,
Over the pier cannon ball falls.
4/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Fall in love, jumping in Autumn.
Splash of hues, refusing wither.
Leaping off, cushioning bottom.
Littering leaves in a dither.
Splash of hues, refusing wither.
Monotone rainbows in clothing.
Litter of leaves in a dither.
Burnt orange, maple reds, gloating.
Monotone rainbows in clothing.
Shaken off, adding to pile of
Burnt orange, maple reds gloating.
Looking on - mother-trees proud of.
Shaken off, adding to pile of.
Growing up, moments of winging.
Looking on - mother-trees proud of
Sailing sons, daughters caught springing.
Growing up, moments of winging.
Leaping off, cushioning bottom.
Sailing sons, daughters caught springing.
Fall in love jumping in Autumn.
In a small gold rush town sipping on ale
Mark Twain once overheard a bartender
Made himself famous by penning this tale
A frog jump contest with a large wager
Decided outright when one frog didn't jump
The contest over before it could start
Obvious that the bullfrog seemed too plump
Buckshot in it's belly made jumping hard
The first County fair sixty years later
They called it The Jumping Frog Jubilee
Just local frogs are allowed to enter
The record is over twenty one feet
Each May at Angels Camp, California
Mark Twain's tale center stages the gala
A lively young man from sunny Mexico,
With a giant sombrero was on the go,
Celebrating every kind of fiesta,
Wouldn't sleep when time for siesta,
Must be jumping beans making him flow.
Jumping Jack flew right back
When he stood upon a tack,
He rubbed cream on
To stop germs from
Annoying poor young Jack.
A spring rain falling
watching him jump in puddles
bright yellow slicker
2/2/14
We eat-
and we commit,
we saunter
and we feel it-
the wisdom,
the wire’s,
the welding of the mire to the person who is inspired-
an envelope licked by the man they call sire...
The literal
is pitiful,
so spin the skull
and make some mold,
take a poll,
read a skull,
enter when you’re full,
ask them to list the goals-
be motion while it’s on the phone,
black people when they’re away from home
festering lingerer’s un-laid by their bones
a drink-
cheap but hits the hole’s...
A young person preen,
a peacock mean,
a regular man green,
ridiculous and obscene!
Motion of the sea,
movement of falling beans-
music in the reef.
jumping the high waves
making the mind play hookie
the sanity heals
The wind whirls
Around the trees
To gather their foliage
Around their base.
Brown and red
With remnants of summer
In a sprinkle of green.
I feel a sudden
Rush of ecstasy
Jumping in a pile of leaves!
I land on my back
In this textural bliss
Hearing them crunch
As they soften
My landing.
The child within
Cheers with delight
Jumping
In a pile of leaves.
Written September 3rd 2022
For the "Fall Flavours" contest
Theme chosen: Jumping In A Pile Of Leaves
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
At last researchers can reveal
Bottlenose dolphins love to squeal
They enjoy each day
Promiscuous play
That smile on their face is for real!
Spring is coming jumping on ground,
can you hear the arriving sound,
snow is getting melt,
tie your seat belt,
breaktaking long drive take around.
Dated:
03/30/2016
Spring
soft, warm
bursting, blooming, beginning
Crocus, Iris, weeds, Dandelion
cooling, twirling, falling
crunchy, frosty
Autumn
Heidi Sands
8/6/22
jumping in a lake
swimming laps before rainfall
righteous refreshment!