LAUGHING EYES
by Frank Daub
Girl with laughing eyes
beneath the slate-blue skies
and melting sun
I see the excitement of your being
Shimmer --
Reflecting youth into a gentle kind
of image
Meaningful.
The rain of April skies completes
Your soul.
Never meet your heroes, lest they fail your expectation
Resulting in the crest that's fallen down from that elation
Experienced upon neglecting self-examination
Overlooking what it took to gain this elevation
The roaming waters leap spilling droplets pearly
And screaming with fuss and fury, into the dell :
The feel and frenzy of a divine lofty spirited spell !
The wandering eager mind too, seeks a way early
From the unmeasured heights to rush and jump
Down to any depth seeking its own desired mode
Chasing frantically, the distant strange,sly abode
And rush across all, nay,everything else to trump ;
Where the virtual, happy content does not slump
Into chagrin : sure there is fitful thrill in such a fall ;
Ambition oft carries the drive far growing too tall,
Alienlike, uprooting all coveted crudes and clump!
Venturesome feats and pursuits free from excess
And self- centre often do end in exciting success.
Love, I heard you call, it was sweet and made me weep.
Love you are so special, only you can make me feel so in love.
Love, your words are like the sweetest sound, they make me feel so excited, I want to replay them in my mind all the time.
Love, I heard you call, I replied with a smile and felt happy all day long.
Love you are like a new day, bringing excitement and awe for all the memories we create as we move along.
Love you today and all year long.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I’m mundane and you are not
You’re full of excitement
I lack the vividness you’ve got
What a misalignment
You're expressing interest
To the breaking news
While I set my mind at rest
Cause it did refuse
Eat the rubbish multiplied
To the great extent
Better be mundane than tied
To an endless end.
There's excitement in the air
Much to do with festive flair
Details planned for party dishes
Sharing smiles and new year wishes
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
in the heat of the day, I heard giggles
he was three, everything was funny
He had leaned into the sprinkler
I took his photo, capturing this moment
loving his excitement, unaware of the sun
who was enjoying this as much as I
This is my poem.
My poem is done.
Now let's go out
and have some fun.
The wind in our hair
Some excitement was what we were craving
Got more than we bargained
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The glimmering streets that burned dreams
I can’t grasp its greedy shade
The creep, the rage, and the imbibing crowd
Where do they sleep?
Mist thirsting upon bare and decency
And I refuse to stride with the walls of shame
Where is the promontory beyond this city?
An ecstatic land blowing warm pleasure
Where beneath is a pile of beautiful sunstone
Refracting the translucence of abundance and ebullience
Somewhat hues of the golden hour
Besides its spangled appearance
The independence of my mind
Where water whirls the echt-hands I chase
And love itself shall crash sweetly
Beyond the salty encounters I mourned
And the hymn of the birds
Would bewitch my barely living soul
How does Love find our life's
one ever more
We chance in hoping our wait
is over
Excitement and adventure
Adventure together
Love wants your entire
feeling
Love drives inner thoughts
believing
Deceived your pretend love
My Love wants to excite each other
As we enter together and explore our mountains
Adventure is our love in love pleasing hearts
Love will find us more
Excitement feels love more
Divine must meet whimsy before magic happens
AP: 2nd place 2025
eager goldfinch
gather at my birdfeeder
~ a family feast
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
POTD September 1, 2025
I had glorious plans for my life.
Warm ink transforming blank pages,
destined to be a best seller!
I felt specially bound.
Printing press cranked out
a glossy-colored cover,
my name plastered
in bold black letters for all to see.
Signed inside by my creator
I only rested on the bookstore shelf
for three bitter hours
before someone adopted me.
Held gingerly each night by gentle fingers,
eagerly offering my very soul
until snores dropped me
on soft, disheveled blankets.
Word by word and line by line,
page by page, and chapter by chapter.
Night after night, I was dynamite
till shut tight.
Is that all there is?
I've slept for ten years now... in a box,
in a cobwebbed corner of a cluttered closet,
dressed up and no place to go.
I'm suffocating!
fall and excitement is in the air
looking forward to my first day at kindergarten
i'll ride my bunny off to school where
mommy told me i'll make loads of new friends
AP: 2nd place 2025
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