Enthusiasts Poems | Examples

I BREATHE POETRYSOUP

I breathe PoetrySoup, a haven for literary freaks;
A wordsmith's furnace, where inspiration peaks.

Elysium in essence, fueled by epiphany;
Tales and fables create a vivid symphony.

Verbal ammunition, ready to depart—
A mindful escape from a mundane start.

"Poem of the Day" reveals a novel theme,
Honoring enthusiasts and their unspoken dreams.

"Poetry contest", coaxing fledgling bards;
Soupers raising the bar, metaphors in yards.

Inkwell's monarch, ever presiding—
A penance for passion, in writing abiding.

Each voice given an equal opportunity
To learn, unlearn, and find serendipity.

Riveting thoughts, innocence personified—
A powerful amalgamation, spirits amplified.

Overwhelmed by the flowing camaraderie,
I raise a toast in jubilant rhapsody.

The Speaker of the House

The Speaker of the House believes
That he will legislate
Because he’s been hand-picked by God,
The heck with Church and State.

In his opinion, Trump should still
Be president because
The last election was a farce
And violated laws.

His worldview is the Bible,
Saying everyone should read it
For those “anti-God enthusiasts,”
In his opinion, need it.

Same-sex marriage is “unnatural”
And anybody gay
Lives a lifestyle he calls “dangerous,”
“Perversion” on display.

And abortion is a “holocaust,”
A reference that’s vile,
Yet Republicans apparently
He’s managed to beguile.

How can those in charge impose on all
Their personal beliefs
Which defy the founding fathers’
“Life and liberty” motifs?

I am saddened by the way this country’s
Permanently torn
And when standing on the sidelines,
All that we can do is mourn.

Unawares

Blushing smiles erase shadowed pasts
Filling hearts with music that lasts
Someday, somewhere, breathless prayers
Comfort hearts and souls He prepares ~
Rousing heaven’s enthusiasts

Dewlike tears, gentle love forecasts
Recalling when we were outcasts
Kindness trembles, she clearly cares
	Blushing smiles…

Shyly whispers love that outlasts
Breathless moments, wholehearted blasts
Some have known angels, unawares
Wonderous love that heaven shares
Blue skies, sighs of faith never fasts ~
	Blushing smiles….

Summer

High-spirited sports car enthusiasts, burning rubber
and speeding in the wind. Motorcycle lovers, making
high-sounding noises. Birds singing by day; crickets
by night. Fight off the mosquitoes, wasps, and
all creatures desiring the insides. In heat and
humidity, stay highly hydrated. Drink a lot,
stick with water and soft drinks but stay away
from the hard stuff. Be happy and be wedded,
but also, be wise. Catch a fast plane; be safe
and go far. Or take a slow train and enjoy
the terrain. Her name is Summer, a relative
of April and friends with June and August.
Going kayaking or will you fight the water rapids?
Stay-cations are out; vacations and family reunions
are back. For many a year, the roads always took me East.
But this year, my family is beckoning me to come North.

Giggly Diggidy and Grandma

Giggidy Diggidy the turquoise giraffe from Timbuktu
Was teaching hip hop to my grandma, she is ninety-two.
She’s too old for that kind of music, some of the youngsters said.
Leave her alone! Yelled Giggidy Diggidy. She is not near dead!

Grandma and Giggidy Diggidy made a terrific couple for sure.
He moved in with her on Friday, and they found a Covid-cure.
They entered a dance off contest, and won a trophy, gold.
Watching them as a couple of enthusiasts may never get old.

If grandma calls and asks my blessing, I will say okay.
While she is dancing with Giggidy Grandpa is sleeping away.
Their dancing will not bother him, he has dementia nearly every day.
Trying to forget that his forgetting is now being carried away.

The Marathon Race

In the monstrous, glaring, beat-down rage of the blazing sun 
I rested on my lawn chair and saw the slower racers 
cross the finish line of the longest race in foot racing

They retched, threw up and fell to the ground
trying to grasp the elusive breath, holding on to their sides 
truly a pitiful, heart wrenching sight

Except on the victory stand
which was set away from the finishing runners
on stage winners looked ready to run another 26-mile marathon

Their Adrenalin up, their smiling faces infecting all the racing enthusiasts 
all runners experienced the hurt of exhaustion, pain, valor and spirit
not to be endured again until the next marathon

The next marathon, grueling, grinding and punishing
 is pain felt more by the losers, that is, unless they win
then the pain won’t be as bad 

But heroism and bravery and endurance of resolve will still be on display.

Staring Into a Window Pane Space Full of Quadrilaterals

sandpaper savage today
buttermilk wavelength tomorrow
directions are like buffets in multidirectional earthquakes
yet and still i cherish the day

downward spiral clouded pepper today
scallops dipped in butter sauce tomorrow
arrows are like indecisive enthusiasts continuously banging their heads
yet and still i cherish the day

driving off of an embankment today
sucking nipples carelessly on a pillowtop mattress tomorrow
pathways are like emotional guessing games defiant to antiquated rules
yet and still i cherish the day

Its the Best

he was pouring at the happening and usually there is a fair amount of disdain for the enthusiasts 
who like to sidle up to sample the snacks, libations and what have you goodies.

he was a wisp of fair blond - a hippy kid.

he asked me if I would like him to crack my can of brew
I told him that this was not necessary

I looked at some stuff and listened to some other stuff
trying to maintain a bit of elbow room 
while the crowds swirled and yammered
 biding some time before refill and then I went back for another and he 
cracked this one for me and said "cheers"

I drank it down and went for a walk down the street
I did not want to appear to be too gluttonous so I gave it some minutes

when I resurfaced in the crowded room and foraged thru the groups back to my man
he smiled and said "I grabbed this one at the bottom so that its chilled and now it needs to be shotgunned".

I laughed and retorted with double thumbs up
Impressed that this cat accurately assessed my quench and provided a 
responsive and congenial atmosphere in one that can be rather unpleasant and clannish

my man had it
and I salute him for it
the damn hippy dippy 
had it

kindness

Cut Nails

Nails are common fasteners in the carpentry trade
And for DIY enthusiasts, as well.
When considering the varieties of nails,
It’s a counter-intuitive fact that cut nails, 
With their angular shafts and blunt tips,
Work better than drawn wire nails, 
Which have cylindrical shafts and pointed tips.
The geometry of cut nails allows them
To be more firmly gripped by the wood fibers,
Anchoring them more securely than wire nails.
And because they align with the grain of the wood
They are less likely to split lumber than wire nails,
Especially if you’re hammering 
Into hardwood near the edge.

Cut nails can also come in handy
When driving home a point.
If you’re working construction,
Cut nails prove better.
But yours are clearly drawn and sharp as carpet tacks.
They disjoin and incite and direct insurrection.
You’ve split the wood and lost your grip.
You, sir, are no master carpenter.
You’re not even an amateur handyman.
You’ve built a house divided hawking tribalism
For your own self-serving ends.
You’re nothing but a cheap carnival huckster,
A cowardly bushwhacker, not some clever rebel hacker.
Your trolling’s just a slacker’s brand of vandalism.

Orioles Birds

Orioles with mellow melodies
I consider each a mighty king,
A peaceful of old-time remedies,
In an enchanted wood, herald spring.

Seasonal birds blessed with mild weather,
Attract bird watching enthusiasts,
Come from far, lone by lone, together.
Time is perfect, good weather forecasts.


8/14/2021

Sun and Sand Minichu

Blinded by shining shards of sunlight
reflecting off sandy summer shores,
give pause to wonder what unworldly sight
hides beneath ocean’s watertight doors.

The Sun, father of the shoreline
instructs his lazy children to light the way
for beach combers and bathers-in-the-brine
who worship the Sun and sand as play.

Burned flesh and scorched, fire-red eyes
accost non-believers shaking their heads,
bemused that the Sun’s brilliance belies 
affair extraordinaire with the sand he beds.

The Sun and sand a reflective twosome
combining their charms and beckoning
unsuspecting lovers to a garishly gruesome
show of frivolity and a day of reckoning.

In other words:

Sun and sand, such teasers,
conspire to cruelly tempt and torture tissue –
faux pleasers.

Enthusiasts 
promising romantic issue –
nets cast.

Beach waltz, 
promise anew –
false

Sun and sand, such teasers,
promising romantic issue –
false

Edited 02/05/2021

Health Enthusiasts

C-ommunity's
H-ealth
E-nthusiasts
R-ightfully
R-etain
Y-our
L-ungs

L-etting
A-trocious
N-astiness
D-isappear
I-nto
C-orona
H-ome's
O-blivion

Topic: Birthday of Cherryl E. Landicho (April 12) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

We Would Be Known As Flappers

Years down the road we will be known as flappers
In 1929 we are known as outrageous open hussies
Shunned by the church-y women, loved by the nightclub crowd
We are to be feared and adored, yin and yang, laugh at our frivolities.

Play girls, fun-lovers, life enthusiasts, dancers, singers, swingers.
We giggle and jiggle our way into your hearts, or out of them.
Depending on how deeply indoctrinated you want to be.
Mesmerizing some, scaring your wives and girlfriends. 

We have bobbed our hair, shortened our skirts, and we have sass.
We are tired of the hum drum staidness of life, we are ready for action
Retaining our youth; yet you are keeping daughters and molls from us.
We live our truth, reminding daisies to be themselves and shine.

Green Field Melody

In the rural green field far away from city cacophony
the lure of sonic extravaganza rose from the virgin soil,
reaching far and wide across the urban pop culture
with the tantalizing tunes of grass root country music.

In the early years of the high-octane rock and roll, 
a mighty musical revolution that burst out of nowhere,
shaked the one-time edifice of melodic perceptions, 
while generational upheaval veered onto an obsession.

Words floated fast in the quiet neighborhood air,
a band of the third generation country musicians
would captivate the wilderness with rockabilly songs,
an upcoming experiment on the art of musical fusion.

On the grass laden pristine pasture off the highway
assembled the music enthusiasts, young and old.
“You rocked me” resonated in the tune of verdant land,
for some in lyric of dream, for some in rhythm of memory.

March 14, 2020
A Brian Strand 1098 Contest

Everybody Likes To Paint

An art party! Hooray! The second grade teacher tells her class.
You have earned it for good behavior. Everyone likes to color, right?
Everybody likes to paint. It is relaxing!

“I don’t like to,” says Bobby.
“I hate it,” says Em.

“You will love this art party,” the teacher tells them.
This one will be different. It will be wonderful.”

“What about a bowling party?” Bobby asks.
The other children start shrieking that they want to go bowling.

“Or a snowball party?” Em suggests.
She has almost as many enthusiasts.

“This is a REWARD party,” something you have EARNED, for good behavior,”
The teacher tells them. “I have already ordered the supplies. This is an art party.”

“What if I take some of them outside and have a snowball party?” 
the student teacher asks.
“They would hurt each other,“ the teacher says.

“What about a bowling party?” the student teacher asks.
But when she sees the teacher’s mean face, she backs off.

An art party it was. A huge success for all but two.
Normal day in second grade where they are once again the odd ducks.

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