we need adult pants
to confront our dreams demise
before time waves bye ~
moving to a sunny state
might turn our sadness around
no more lush yard land
useful outbuildings scattered
old farmhouse we love
maybe sad byes to willows ~
then hi to palms and beaches
we felt this was home
an old house where we belonged
not our shared fate though
so to sun state we will drive ~
with frowns to wear in some months
The night's here
And the day's away
Let's begin our task
Just dance and sway.
Wind is getting cold
Clouds are gathering again
Let's get really bold
Cause it's going to rain.
The night is about to pass
The day is ready to start
I'm not willing to stop
But the day wanna play its part.
- Ridah Tariq
Calm halts clouds swollen with snow,
they will resent the continuous blow
of the four winds of bitter February;
an unleashed snowstorm is pure fury!
An elated mood rises amid the air of glumness,
April rain is far from the mornings of tearfulness;
snowy meadows will return to their vivid lushness...
even winter birds can't wait for spring cheerfulness!
I fret thinking about isolated days,
activities are limited to sceneries;
be a skier and be ready for thrills:
see deer leaping on foxes' trails!
Walking is exploring the quite wilderness
under the glistening coat of magical whiteness;
Jays that ate berries miss their sweetness...
all birds rely on feeders on those harsh winters!
Travel the whitened roads of the stunning wilderness,
they offer reflective poets joyful quotes of stillness;
a long ride on a saddle horse going at a slow pace
opens up the landscape to a stream with a lively dace!
Enthusiastic because all my dreams, hopes, needs – everything I’ve ever imagined could be… is now reality
Have you ever felt elated,
energized, or fascinated?
And heard your heart pound in your chest,
as thoughts clamor to be expressed.
Have you ever felt excited,
overwhelmed, and/or delighted?
And garnered joy from each new day,
letting your worries waft away.
Have you ever felt ecstatic,
confident, and chiasmatic?
And gobsmacked by unbridled joy,
like a child with a brand-new toy.
Have you ever felt so sublime
that, if possible, you'd pause time?
And yet, these human emotions,
don't rely on magic potions.
as the wind stirs, blows
away dust of starry night
glistening, glitter
A New Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
April 3, 2023
This music that is playing on this bus
Is robust, cheerful and energetic.
African beat if there ever was,
To give the journey a touch of magic.
It brings pep into my African foot,...
Like I could stand and start moving
And start people wondering what's afoot
That an adult man could do such a thing!
Yet a work colleague of mine
Did exactly that the other day.
He was clearly feeling fine,
In the passage dancing away!
Such is the character of our job.
Very deep its lows can be.
It has actually caused people to sob
And can make one feel really shabby!
Therefore, when a good moment comes
The likes of us can feel elated,...
Can take the floor without any qualms
When by music he is liberated!
Emotions
Dancing inside, I can feel
Strong emotions, contagious and real
Too much pressure, some break the seal
Call me sad, depressed, lachrymose
Or elated as my happiness grows
Tomorrow, I’ll feel…well, who knows?
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With warm rays of sun on her canvass so pale,
the white bird glides in her regal flight.
She hovers a bit as she looks down below
to ponder on man, rushing to and fro.
As she glides with grace through the feathery clouds,
a bouquet of beauty, pleasing to God
here in the sky with the wind in the breeze,
the praise of the bird to her Maker is seen.
This is when the bird elates, in a way its here where she dictates..
no fear of man, or the alley cat, just sliding and gliding through the heavenly realm.
Freedom is hers she can go high or low
no limits or boundaries, her kingdom of sorts.
Her playground fulfils all her needs in this life
created to play in the skies above.
As she soars high and sweeps down through the clouds,
the bird is aware that she's not alone.
Although she could die and no man will mourn
the bird is unique and with beauty adorned
Yes God had for her another plan,
a pity its lost to the naked eye
for He hid it in clouds.... I wonder why?
Elated Flight by Marie (2011)
One damp misty dawn
I felt mysteriously drawn
Grey foggy-hill-prone,
In a rain-drained chill
I trudged to top of the hill
A bit drowsy still,
And a fusillade
Of clouds left me feel lifted,
Or more misty head!
__________________________
A set of three Haikus
Reminiscing |01.06.2021|
Poet’s note: Feeling lifted, elated, ecstatic, or a bit euphoric, the wise world that we live in might call this as being misty-head, if not mad!
He is flying high
after winning the contest
in poem making.
She sat on a wooden pier in a yoga pose,
Staring at a wide expanse of stormy bay.
Salty foamy billows disturbed her not.
A gull glided down, seeking some fish.
She felt elated, full of bliss.
No one disturbed her deep thoughts.
A warm breeze caressed her.
At last she stood up
And with one move
Jumped in the
Chilly
Sea.
W-ords
A-re
L-ovingly
T-old
E-xpressing
R-eal
D-evotion
E-ven
L-ife
A-nd
M-ind
A-re
R-ighfully
E-lated
Topic: Poet (Walter de la Mare)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Uneducated Elated
Only Trump supporters were ever elated;
All low lives who are not highly educated;
Subject change,
And re-arrange;
Another distinguished diversion created.
Jim Horn
Congratulated and Elated
Are things equated with congratulated,
And had been happy as well as elated;
Beyond measure;
That will treasure;
This was expected and also anticipated.
Jim Horn
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