Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear
Hold thy breath for combat into that coveted dress
Ladies, unite, squeeze tight - let thy true self appear
'Tis the festive season for the expansive rear
That limp lettuce leaf - the villain, I duly confess
Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear
Oh! How I fought against sweetmeats throughout the year
To don the finest apparel with undue stress
Ladies, unite, squeeze tight - let thy true self appear
I wrestled into my garb and what became clear
The malady on the raiment is anyone's guess
Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear
On reflection, my right thigh exposes a tear
The mirror glowered the fabric is less times less
Ladies, unite, squeeze tight – let thy true self appear
I am no Damsel in distress with this form – no fear
Strutting a designer tear, exuberates finesse
Forsooth, one must stand proud and get ready my dear
Ladies, unite, squeeze tight – let thy true self appear
Categories:
exuberates, beautiful, beauty, confidence, humor,
Form: Villanelle
From within the forms of an opulent ambiance
A leaf I see is liberated from a tree,
It rejoices its freedom with the wind,
When I release a kite in the sky
Its reposeful swinging exuberates me,
Its freedom relaxes me,
When I watch some seagulls hovering over
The edge of the sea snatching the leftovers,
Swallowing and squeaking within the
Spectrum of freedom, then I ask myself—
“Is the freedom separable from life?”
Categories:
exuberates, life,
Form: Prose Poetry
In pounding Summer, our love is restless,
like daffodil dreams immersed in hot wind.
In the vapor of Winter’s reign, our love rises above,
reaching the glaring mountain’s lips.
If skies cloud red with war, our love exuberates the fight,
two hearts gazing at the wisdom of the sun .
If thunder pangs our heart in static shocks,
our love shawls the sound, refuging the embrace we won.
When the buds of Spring bloom, our love emboldens,
like the yellow petals on a matchless rose.
When Autumn sings its death, our love silvers,
the harvest beckoning our works to fall and resolve.
From the Hour of Languishing to the Day of Settlement,
our love will continue to strengthen.
From season to season I love you always!
My one, my only, my Brightest Star.
Categories:
exuberates, adventure, blessing, growth, heart,
Form: Ode
The word ‘exes’, per se
Is somewhat misleading,
But this ‘exes’ buffet
Bears extra repeating.
To my excellent wife
And to all that she does.
She exuberates life
As an expert of love.
Our love’s worth explaining
Except the secret bits.
If that compels waning
Proceed to the exits.
We’re extremely in love
And exist as best friends.
She’s a beautiful dove
Who excites me no end.
We exchange sly glances
As if we lately met.
Expanding our chances
To extend our duet.
She excuses my faults
With sheer dedication,
And each day I exalt
In great exultation.
I’ll forever express
To the one I married.
That she’ll never be less
Than extraordinary.
So, to all the ‘exes’
That extol my dearest.
This fairest of sex, is
Exclusively nearest.
Entered 2/15/13
Categories:
exuberates, love, wife,
Form: Quatrain
The beautiful iridescence of the sunset
Exuberates love and happiness
Peace takes residency inside my mind
Stimulating feelings that elude time
Totally free without boundaries
Caught in the rapture of serenity
Categories:
exuberates, happiness, nature,
Form: Rhyme