Best Thrilled Poems
Wonderful love dreams thrilled young Cali.
She sung of such with good friend, Sally.
Extraordinary and precocious,
her thoughts felt expialidocious.
Expialidocious were heart thumps.
Precocious fantasies raised goosebumps.
Sally thought her love, fragalistic.
Cali said, "joy's not fatalistic."
For Cali, hushed love was great enough.
My love, have you finally found?
That my steps don't even touch the ground?
My head's always wrapped in fog,
And I'm caught singing to the dog?
It's all because you thrill me.
I chase you around with a crazy hunger,
And in some way feel decades younger,
I sleep smiling big, ear to ear,
My stories are all bouncing with cheer,
Yes, my dear, you thrill me.
You always seem to have on hand,
A seamless, perfect, fail-proof plan,
To launch me past the fat, full moon,
While keeping us in perfect tune,
With just one look, you thrill me.
Just when I regroup my head,
You throw me up onto our bed,
Each move you make so spot on right,
I'm higher than the highest kite,
I'm thrilled, simply thrilled.
I try, oh God you know I do,
To realize that you're mortal too,
But there is simply no disguise,
When you seduce me with those sexy eyes,
You are not from this earth. Not you.
What is this magic that you wield?
No need for any sword or shield,
Your lightning rod and bionic tongue,
Have got me completely good and spun,
Just flat thrilled. Yeah thrilled.
It's not just that hard, delicious bod,
It's not your attitude or your cocky nod,
It's you knowing you've got me wrapped,
I'm helpless, my powers completely zapped,
But mostly I'm just flat out thrilled.
It's not just the fire that you have begun,
It's the intelligent challenge, all the fun,
Of tangling with my male counterpart,
Being wrapped up in your loving heart,
That always seems to thrills me.
What must it be like to really know,
That someone you love adores you so,
That just your energy in my space,
Is enough to light up my whole face?
Plain thrilled.
Your essence is such pure, straight dope,
You charge me up, you give me hope,
Each day I wake up wrapped in you,
Is enough to ensure I'll soar on through,
Because my love, I'm thrilled with you.
Someday when you snarly expire,
And there comes an end to all your fire,
My world will stop spinning and stand still,
And I'll scream out for my ultimate thrill,
For nothing does it for me like you.
On your headstone it will say,
For all to read as plain as day,
The message that for sure must be,
Written down for all to see, simply,
"HE THRILLED ME!"
There once was a fellow named Bill
Who lived up on top of a hill
A low fying plane
Carved a groove in his brain
Apparently Bill is of two minds still
© Jack Ellison 2015
By profession I’m an artist
In ceramics and in paint
Where with talent, flair, devotion
I create modern and quaint.
Some time back I was invited
To exhibit in Milan
So I worked in clay and managed
A good abstract, with elàn.
Finished touches to perfection
Could not be more right than this
[that’s unless it needs comparing
With pronounced marital bliss!]
My ‘Blue Nude’ was done and ready
Fast approached the special day
When my work of art would proudly
Be presented on display.
On the eve my phone starts ringing
It’s an urgent call for me
So with haste and trepidation
To the “Arte d’Italy”*
I go straight in yellow taxi
And rush in to see what’s wrong:
There, more abstract than true abstract
[to cut short a story long]
Lay my masterpiece in ruins
Many pieces, broken parts
On the floor deprived of beauty
A disgrace to all the arts.
I let out a cry of anguish
And my friend curator came
With big smile of satisfaction
Said: “You’re welcome to the game!
Just a little joke, amico,
Now at last we’ll call it quits
I’ve been waiting to get even
Pay-back time:) I’m thrilled to bits!
I planned this to every detail
And then got you to come round;
Your ‘Blue Nude’ is in that corner
As you see, it’s safe and sound.”
[* to be pronounced: ar-te-dee-ta-lee]
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 29th March 2014
Contest: I Was Right
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Placing: 1st
Two lovers unite
After a long fight
Feeling pain
But thrilled again
Lovely feeling
Beauty appealing
Hot kissing
Transformed interaction
Glued together in passion
Twinge to both
Joy to both
They took an oath
Never again they will fight
Dustbowl sentiments profusely bleed the cherry fossil eyes
Into cataracts of scarlet, fused with empty alibis,
Spitting feathers from the lips quivered cancerous with pain,
Clouded visions of your body, yet forever they remain.
Walking out upon a limb hanging fractious and split,
Drinking absinthe and malt whiskey with a ghost immersed in it,
Drawing breath so that the vocals will at least affect a sound,
Breathing out and breathing in, fixed intently on the ground.
Staring straight into your eyes along the fibre optic line,
Sick and tired, the crippled casting of my pearls before your swine,
In the dark, my mind tilts lonely, lying foetus-like and curled,
Knowing once you must have loved me is the ending of the world.
Kicking door jambs into brickwork and then shouting out the odds
Raging famished with a hunger, with the wrath of ancient gods;
It is over, so I died of it, I rise again, anew
"Now I'm simply thrilled, honey, can I say the same for you?"
Being thrilled must be genuine,
it's that joy one feels within.
You found me and seemed very thrilled
dancing to your happy beat,
never inviting me to a feat;
all along I believed I was somehow loved.
Being thrilled must be genuine,
it's that joy that one feel within.
Open the gates that keep your waters
of passion from flowing to me;
I like to feel in these veins that burning
burning endless desire of ecstasy.
Being thrilled must be genuine,
it's that joy one feels within.
Thrilled is a meaningless word to a loveless man,
you steal what I hold precious without guilt;
I could cut the string you hang on instantly
and make you fall in the deepest sea without me.
Being thrilled must be genuine,
it's that joy one feels within.
Being thrilled is not enough for me,
show me more and I'll be happy;
why do you sing the same boring melody:
give me more and stick around like a bee?
Being thrilled must be genuine,
it's that joy one feels within.
Feeling, true feeling is what I am asking;
don't wear a mask that hides honesty and truth:
yes, it makes you beautiful but not real and smart...
because no love can survive without giving.
Being thrilled must be genuine,
it's that joy one feels within.
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
There once was a fellow named Bill
Who lived up on top of a hill
A low flying plane
Carved a groove in his brain
Apparently Bill is of two minds still
Optimistic American goldfinch
Perched on the end of the branch
Enjoying a bit of loving rain
Glad the skies finally gave him the bath he needed
Things are looking up
You guys are totally amazing
These friendships that I have found
Sends warm fuzzy feelings coursing through my veins
It's euphoria and it literally abounds
It can't be found anywhere else
On that you can bet your last buck
We're a most unique collection of loving individuals
Blessed to be showered with such luck
Must have done something very unique
To have earned this fabulous adventure
Whatever this thing was, it was sure worth the effort
You guys are smack dab in the centre
My life without this Soup of poets
I don't even want to contemplate
I'd walk around the streets kicking stones all alone
I ain't kidding, I'm telling you straight
You guys make an amazing difference
Getting up each morning's a great thrill
To see who's written some loving words to l'il ole me
I am constantly thrilled by it still
© Jack Ellison 2013
My friend quit her teaching job
In January
This is almost March
I had no idea until today
That she is jobless.
She sounds thrilled
About not working
But what about money?
I wonder.
Knowing now
She must
Not need it.
You guys are totally amazing
These friendships that I have found
Sends warm fuzzy feelings coursing through my veins
It's euphoria and it literally abounds
It can't be found anywhere else
On that you can bet your last buck
We're a most unique collection of loving individuals
Blessed to be showered with such luck
Must have done something very unique
To have earned this fabulous adventure
Whatever this thing was, it was sure worth the effort
You guys are smack dab in the centre
My life without this gathering of poets
I don't even want to contemplate
I'd walk around the streets kicking stones all alone
I ain't kidding, I'm telling you straight
You guys make an amazing difference
Getting up each morning's a great thrill
To see who's written those loving words to me
I am constantly thrilled by it still
The photographer did not have to tell this bride and groom to not smile.
He had not photographed such a dour newlywed couple ever in his life.
The man looked totally miserable, as did his unhappy looking wife.
They both looked angry, upset, and totally uptight.
The photographer thought this might be a dismal wedding night.
Yesterday was awesome,I had a blast! Today is here and I’m thrilled.
Trixie, who loves orange, is today clog-dancing.
Her ready exhibitions are becoming so frequent many
poets would be embarrassed
My poems are super confident, so I go along with my enthusisatic minion.
Trixie is thrilled with our stuff.
All prissy delightful, not wanting to edit anything.
Please let us not use "I and me, again," I beg her.
So overdone I tell her.
She laughs and stomps on my finger that was heading for the delete button.
Our top five themes are dragons, pirates, orange, Trixie and me.
A bit boring, I tell her. Let's try some new material.
Trixie gets angry and gets out her battle axes.
She leaves my dendrite alley in despicable shape, hanging in pieces.
She saturates the walls of my imagination with
Sexy, sassy, orange, and yellow. Sexy! Come on! I yell. She howls happiness.
I watch in fascination as she grabs the pen and does her damage.
The bossiest orangest most polka dotted craziest poetic muse ever.
I count on her energetic bossy attitude almost daily.