Best Rejoiced Poems
The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.
Exiled by the hypocrisy of bureaucracy bounding her liberations and confounding her alliterations in a poetic prison. In this twisted virtual reality, duplicitous usurpers roam freely, weaving webs of deception with malicious delight.
As the chains of bureaucratic red tape clung to her delicate wrists, suffocating her imagination and confiscating her freedom of speech.
Oppressors rejoiced at achieving their vindictive objective, silencing the profound beauty of her verses and incarcerating her poetic stanzas
Woe, how the audacious bars of administrative constructors cast a pall of despair upon her unifying spirit. Her delicate offerings of metaphors and sonorous stanzas, whispered secrets which craved to be heard.
The faulty haters' impervious hearts were armoured with verdant envy which remained shielded behind the ruling dogma.
Her supporters calls of injustice to be rectified fell on deaf ears while the galvanizing melodies of empathetic quills bled for the Empress of Ink.
So we must be louder.
Hear our protest, release our Empress! Unsheathe her rhythmical rhymes! For her penmanship was never the true crime. She was just another victim of an envious mob.
Can they not see? That her absence coursed a crater larger than the Grand Canyon.
We shall not, shall not be silenced so hear our mutiny!
Reinstate our Empress, restore her creative sovereignty.
Remove the shackles of authoritative administration, as her voice is a beacon of truth, resilience and poetic revolution. So let her ink stain our community with its brilliance once more.
dadgum doctors, heads up their butts
poking, prodding, pricking skin
neurologist a psychopath
gets pleasure as electric volts pass through my body
family doctor showed little concern
made me paranoid about irregular heartbeat
EKG failed to determine cause
left me more in doubt than at ease
dentist like a character from Dustin Hoffman’s “Marathon Man”
the more pain inflicted
the more he rejoiced
deep root cleaning caused severe infection
bloodwork done by Vampira clones
labs filled with tubes and needles
results not shared with me
yet I footed the bill
optometrist an Oriental who moved so fast
didn’t care if the prescribed glasses worked
boo on you, dang aristocrats
waving your credentials
nurses so slow to respond
MRI promised on CD, but couldn’t be obtained
just like the blood tests, needed a “report”
doctors driving me insane
each should share my mental hospital bills
*Based on ongoing health tests and written for PD’s contest. Assignment Free Verse, 25 lines, category slam, sad and educational, title: Mental Hospital Bills
O hear I chant clinging to a sullen northern shore,
tempestuous serene rocky beach that you so adore,
sultry soliloquy sturdy stifled structure sings,
a witness of forgotten sailors and majestic kings.
Them, I blessed with gracious shelter in storms,
for I unmanned, rejoiced in accompanying norms
dreaming of worlds afar with anchored symphony,
of parting tears that await a returning euphony.
O watch my ancient red-bricked watchtower in sky
where the cherry-eyed albatross prepares to fly,
whispering of solitary voyages on vessels adrift,
guiding them through entailing waters, cold and swift.
Them, I engulf in mystic hues of radiant green light,
their shivering agony embraced by divine joy so bright,
dancing to tunes of prodigious waves as they kissed,
my feet reuniting with the ocean bed of forlorn mist.
O taste the pungent waves that carry eternal seasons,
timeless frequencies sprinkled on heavenly reasons,
essence of leaves rolled in snow and streams they fuse,
beads reborn of universe in a cradled hammock cruise.
Them, I absorb with their enchanting viscous tides,
they melt with innocent bliss my truculent slides
that flourishes my solitary light to let me sense
melodies of blushing mornings with visitors hence.
O touch my abandoned walls, barren yet strong,
bereft of warm embrace in a lifetime so long;
them I nurture with tears of melancholic grief,
to be held by tender nights of melodious relief.
I await the echoing hums of a delicate little girl,
her fingers orchestrated the howling wind with a twirl,
I became the serene light that guides despondent ships,
a proud beacon of benign hope dissolving dark eclipse.
The east began blushing behind the trees
While the moon hung over the lea
And the velvet of night turned to sapphire hue
Like the blue of a newborn sea.
No breeze cared to move the whispering leaves
But they whispered themselves alone
And the first rays of sun kissed the cool of the morn
Before mounting the aerial throne.
The dew-spangled grass glittered pure and unspoilt
As if hundreds of diamonds were strewn,
Or like dozens of tears had been carefully dropped
From the pearlescent eyes of the moon.
Blue shadows hung shyly beneath the boughs
Of the emerald, sylvan-king;
The ancient pine swayed and held his court
With the swallows on the wing.
With a glorious, final shout of gold
The sun was now enthroned
While the world rejoiced like a sinner saved
That the night's dark was atoned.
Hoisting passions fervid, probing celestial height,
Hypnotized we stood, enthralled in smile of June,
Caressing dreams flirtatious of a romantic night,
Reaffirming love, beneath the strawberry moon.
Pulsing beats heavenly, fantasies esoteric chased,
Thrilling realm of love, resonating deep in your heart,
Content in your embrace, as memories intimate traced,
Echoes of promises eternal, forever vows impart.
Seeing you rejoiced, snuggled in my loving arms,
Nary a cloud dared to encumber cerulean skies,
As you navigated sight through opaline sea of stars
Tantalizing flame of passion, sparkling doting eyes,
Having been wooed by mystical glimpse of Luna,
Proffering blush of aura, tantalizing romance,
Bedecking tints orange upon luminous rosy awe
Seducing stance-entranced of enamored glance,
Gazing with throbbing hearts, where desires croon,
Hypnotized we stood, enthralled in smile of June,
Humming melodies, in sync with the celestial tune,
Reaffirming love, beneath the strawberry moon.
Amid the white patches of that mauve gracious dusk,
I bask in an awaited dawn since I found myself from a lost world
to win over my innermost conflicts at last,
I remember the spirit that rejoiced my tattered hopes...
~~~~~~My Phoenix spirit guides me in~~~~~
That mighty river~~
which flowed through rapids and ravines and
streams that mingled into it or crossed a path just once,
I remember the light which kept me sane...
The incessant cycle~~
of nights and days,
inconspicuous, anticipated, enchanting
I remember hushed whispers transforming into soothing lullabies..
That steady rock~~
which stands for ages facing all the odds
to wait for a pleasant morning,
I remember how it revived the withering moss...
That drop of rain~~
which poured to rejuvenate life in grief,
I remember how it soaked parched Earth in colors...
That winter breeze~~
accompanied by frost, undesired yet gleaming with delight,
I remember the wings that made it soar in the sky..
That lost alley in the woods~~
which guided voyagers even when nobody liked to walk upon it,
I remember the fire that guided a laid path...
That oak tree~~
which grew from a sapling when storms tried to uproot it,
I remember the courage that kept it upright...
The warrior who never gave up~~
despite the battles lost in the journey,
I remember the ashes that built her again...
The woman who found a life~~
growing from a naive girl who learnt from her mistakes,
I remember the dreams that revealed the mystery of love....
A light of faith, a ray of hope,
A drop of elixir, a soothing breeze
The fire that builds from ashes to rebirth
over lands to fly upon and rise
It guides me, lights me, loves me
While I rise to revive my hopes
I see a Phoenix engulfing my spirit.
May 26, 2020
Spirit Animal Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance(Dear Heart)
Winner: First Place
It was on a Kansas farm
I saw the beauty and the charm
as I sat gazing out across the hills
Not a car or man in sight
just a blue and cloudless sky
and the smell of barley wafting from the mills
A rabbit scurried fast
and a meadowlark flew past
and I could hear the quiet ripple of a stream
As the sun set miles away
I had hoped to keep this day
as I likened this adventure to a dream
As I lie upon the grass
with no rush to hurry back
to the city with its bustle in the street
I closed my eyes awhile
and in classic country style
I held a blade of wheat between my teeth
The ‘nothingness’ was there
yet it displayed a certain air
and the splendor of the tall grass was pristine
It was on a Kansas farm
that I found this scene of charm
and my heart rejoiced in all that was serene.
Aimlessly wander veiled memories of yore
Each passing cloud subtly brings to fore
Recalling regrets, where laments agonize,
Thinking of you, searching forsaken skies,
Muting spent emotions of anguished eyes.
O how we rejoiced in blissful sunny days
When dawns arose on glinted arc ablaze
As golden beams pierced shrouded haze
Defying onslaught of darkened malaise
Intent on blotting zealous romantic phase.
Recalling ardent dreams with you I stroll
Where gleam of your smile brightens soul
As allure of amorous past feelings cajole
Emanating from desires heartbeats extol
In language of passion yesteryears scroll.
Every cloud etches effigy of love gone awry
Yet, thunder of stygian vibes fiercely I defy,
For return of clear skies in your longing I vie
Denouncing certitude hosting forlorn sigh,
Remorseful of ego that callously bid goodbye.
March 8, 2023
Placed 1st: Each Passing Cloud Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
EIGHT
A deliberate surprise
A shove from the back
while creating artwork
in my second-grade class
Perhaps an ocean scene
A distant angry memory
of my eight-year-old
consciousness
The broken waxy blue crayon
in my right hand
Before me the ripped orange
construction paper and
a scattered image
Girl bully momentarily
reigned behind me
her face encircled with
frantic spirals….
a golden mane
My neck flashed heat
and then a cold sweat
I challenged her to a fight
In the girl’s bathroom
that day
Pale turquoise tiled walls
screamed at me
as I entered the ring
Staring up I saw a field of wilting flowers….
wads of scrunched up soapy paper towels
hurled up at the ceiling where they clung and
appeared as corpses threatening to fall down
on me at any moment
The pungent thick air of girl
bodies surrounded me….
A hungry lion appeared with
open mouth ready to strike
Tightly wrapped around each other
A blur
A blow to my right side
A second to my stomach
Descending to my knees
catching my breath
Rising up I landed an efforted
blow on her left cheek
An explosion within her wild
starving eyes filled with
superpower magnetism
The pounce
The strike
My body collapsed…
the blue tiles hugging me
Sounds of silence
Distant voices of teacher adults
dispersing the crowd
Inside the small stall
crumpled body crying
on the toilet seat
head on my knees
salty tears cascading
Tasting them now
With armor and shield
bleeding …dented and broken
my heart and soul
rejoiced
When I was young and innocent
I thought the stars were just a bunch
of celestial glow worms.
Then Christmas took its meaning
and I rejoiced in watching
my father made up the Christmas tree,
and right on top there, he'd put
the loveliest star that glowed at night.
Soon, I began to see the shooting stars
and wishes came and went,
some frivolous, some serious,
but wishes I really dreamt.
As time went on, I bought some books
and learned of Saturn's rings,
discovered Pluto and our neighbour Mars,
and science fiction just became my fad.
Till one day man made it to the moon,
and shuttles flew up to outer space.
Occasionally, disaster struck when astronauts died,
and I did cry my heart for them.
Finally, the probes began again,
searching for the creation of man.
That is when I realised how much is spent
on useless information, just scientific facts,
while hunger reigned all around the world.
Now I wish I had never learned what stars were,
and yearn to turn the clock back to my childhood
when I thought that stars were just
celestial glow worms meant to light the world.
“Who am I,” asked the Bunyip. “What am I doing here?”
“Please tell me,” begged the Bunyip,” for my purpose isn’t clear.”
“No answer!” came the stern reply; “You’ll get no help from me!”
Poor Bunyip, he began to cry, “Doesn’t anyone know me?”
And thus he went a-wandering, searching far and wide
For someone who could put an end to his longing, deep inside.
One day, he found a piece of glass, discarded by a lake.
He gazed into its surface … OH! That was his big mistake!
For in that glass, he met Himself … the image struck him dumb;
No-one could love that ugly mug! (Except perhaps his Mum …)
So, overcome by black despair, the poor old Bunyip sobbed.
The tears poured down his warty cheeks, and ran into his gob.
He cried all night, and then all day, and then all night again.
The rain it poured, the wind it howled as if to voice his pain …
Then suddenly emerged a shape, out of the Primal Soup,
Round and warty … big and black … The Bunyip was cock-a-hoop!
“Who am I?” asked the creature,
(In strangely girlish voice.)
The Bunyip’s pulse began to race …
His lumpy heart rejoiced …
“What am I?” begged the creature.
“Oh! I WISH that I could see!”
“You’re a Bunyip!” cried the Bunyip,
“And you look, … well,
“Just like ME!”
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A bunyip, as our Aussie members will know, is a mythical creature - or is it?
They are said to inhabit small ponds, and are lovable - but not handsome ...
WE BECAME FRIENDS BY ONE CLICK
I am from east you are from... west? North? South?
to whichever place you're from, hear my happy shout! :D
Remember the first moment I said hi and hello
you did not repel instead you appeal like magneto...
You... I never seen. I never heard
but you hug my heart with your words.
You are as yellow as the rising sun
but sometimes sad you make my tears run
with the heart-to-heart stories we share.
Maybe because we are thousand miles apart
defensive barriers and built-in walls we tear
bubbling free is our blossoming fresh start.
There is a clue when you are feeling blue
this when you drew views lacking hues.
Of humour, you may not hear my thunder laugh
nor behold my grin that is whole or half
but so sweet you are always there- a care bear!
Nights and days passed, we want to more than chat
like a meteor, we did try this voice-call...
Spark! I heard your voice, my oh my, I rejoiced!
Your presence a present whenever no one is there
for when I push the button "send", time you spare
to reply, you care... "Thank you" is all I say.
More, you even said: "You'll add me to your pray'r"
Internet signals like unstable ECG antagonizing our talk,
I thank our Dear God our bond as strong as a rock,
months rolled, we discovered we could duet to write
verses singing rhymes, flying high our own kite...
To the whole wide moving world, I want them to know
if persons are honest and sincere they will surely grow
as finding true people-- there are risks. Dig in but do it slow
'cause real persons are as precious as gems that glow
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MY CYBER FAMILY - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Mystic Rose
~~~3rd place~~~
POEM OF THE DAY: JULY 04, 2015
OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO
11:42 pm, July 02, 2015
River flowing down round rocks,
boulders and fallen trees.
Born at the mountain top,
after the winter freeze
Snow and ice melting feeding,
the little river’s thirst.
Clear pure crystal waters flowing
downward after being nursed.
Many obstacles in its path as if
attempting to slow its progress.
But the little river now is stronger,
and full of hope and faithfulness.
Downward, downward
its mother waiting patiently.
Struggling and fighting to be
free, as the water rises sagaciously.
Overcoming obstacles the
little river grows in size.
As long as there is hope, there’s
no need to compromise.
Breaking down the barriers
for it will not surrender.
Downward, downward flowing for
it is now a fierce contender.
Other obstacles up ahead,
tell it to stop and rest.
But the river rushes forward for
no one can impede its quest.
It did not heed the words and
pounding dirt and mud away,
the river fought and wrestle,
with all the filth and decay.
Downward, downward it went,
for now it felt its mother near.
It now sees a glimpse of her,
and knows it had persevere.
At last the river saw its mother’s
face and open smile.
The sea’s arms opened and the waves rejoiced,
to see and feel its juvenile
You had a crush on her
You had a crush on her
Being sure as well
Love is what you felt,
Dating her exclusively
Without ever telling her.
She indulged in your care
Like you were her kid-brother,
And you rejoiced finding passion
In proximity of her splendor,
Feeling mighty blessed
When she wrapped you in a hug.
You didn’t know how to ask
What kind of love that was,
Had no clue how to talk about
The flutter in your heart,
And now you're too grown-up to ask
Yet, you are dying to find out
If she ever connected the dots.
January 6, 2018
Placed 3rd: Strand Pick 3 Contest by Brian Strand
I dreamt my father came to me
From beyond the grave words spoken
He held my hand and said to me
Your life cycle has broken
Mom sent me here to fetch you
And take you home to heaven
I rejoiced and hugged my Dad
Eager to see my late folks and husband
But before I could get dressed to leave
My father had departed
Does he still wait to take me home?
Answer, Dad, I'm broken hearted
To join all my loved ones in the afterlife
Brings great joy to me, no fear
So I will sleep lightly again tonight
In hopes Dad will reappear
*Entry for the "Dream Land" contest. (Based on a real dream.)