Images surge through April bold, a magical thrill I do behold;
Across the earth a glorious rite, surpassing human delight.
Clouds descend with minty air, their luster beyond compare ;
This tableu...a prelude call, as peaks of my soul's climb enthrall!
Such grandeur holds out its charms, when crest of nature's glow disarms,
And her pomp explodes on skies that resonate with my sighs...
To bask within this flaming scheme; earth reaches its height, supreme
As ecstasy fills the whorl where mirth and magic unfurl
A canticle rings out so soft as ingots of stars flick, aloft...
finally the view is set in one fire glow I can't forget;
sweet the acme of divine core as my exultations soar!
Categories:
exultations, blessing, joy,
Form: Couplet
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Poem of the day on August 18, 2022
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Categories:
exultations, inspiration, philosophy, poetry,
Form: Name
In The Corner
Slumped, he sat
in the corner
deaf to the chatter
of his “cornermen”,
immune to their
inane exultations..
He bore the look,
a weary warrior
called to battle
once too often,
asked to bear
one more responsibility,
one more round,
one more beating.
He had studied Ali’s
“Rope-a-Dope”,
slipped most -
but not all –
of the punches.
He would answer the bell
for that is who he is
a fighter, a warrior.
Years had worn him thin,
disappointment had scarred him,
hope had lied to him.
His only respite
the time in the corner
surrounded by those
dependent on him.
Slumped on a stool
wondering when
the bell would ring again,
wondering if this
would be
last round,
last pain,
final tear.
©3/23/2017
submitted to – In the Corner – Poetry Contest
Categories:
exultations, life, metaphor, strength,
Form: Free verse
I Hate Poetry
I really dislike poetry
certainly and honestly do
deliberate obscurantism
damn words, don't you know
whinging exultations
agonising extremes
low language of life
love and loss themes
free verse especially
a cop out I'd suspect
debility of mind
the dearth of intellect
why even bother
you depressive waste of time
we have all loved or lost
so cease your spurious crying
speak thee in happy note
flowers and flutter bys
warming sun on warming limbs
smiles and morning skies
Categories:
exultations, funny, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Bittersweet, Former Exultations
We met, in yesterdays, we long held dear
Once found our hearts leaped;
Great times, golden moments so clear,
sweet harvests were reaped.
An April day, blue sky sang out loud
Walking we, sang in tune;
Our love became deep and so proud,
Approaching the month of June.
Now look back, upon our sad separation
And we find, dreams can die;
Bittersweet, former exultations,
asking was our love a lie?
Upon our love's loss, angels did cry
Past life, in its sanitation;
Happy times, grew by leaps and bounds,
Was it all just imagination?
R.J. Lindley
Feb.3rd, 1987
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"We met(on) an April day (and) now look back,
upon our love's loss" .
Craters fill the grounds we played
Hearts torn and far away we toss
But what if, in love, we had stayed?
Note- Presented as was written. Have no clue were I was taking it or
even if it was finished.Seems the poem is the answer to the stanza
written after my name and date written. Just too long ago
to remember. Was in a whiskey fog maybe back then. lol
Categories:
exultations, beautiful, journey, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
Like a late afternoon afterthought,
a sudden, heavy downpour drenches
and floods the parched marshland.
Here and there, across what once was
a mirror lake, wet grasses cast swaying,
tapering shadows in the dying light.
As the skyline fades into the twilight,
exultations throaty and raucous echo
from new puddles, fresh waterholes.
Shrill jubilations of insects and night birds
fill the air, rejoicing over a sense of rebirth
in the aftermath of a rainy afterglow!
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Categories:
exultations, nature
Form: Free verse
Written in tribute to William Wordsworths 'Daffodils'
Earth’s mantle slowly turns from white to green
As born of winter’s womb new life begins
Shoots grow, restoring colours to the scene
To herald Mother Earth’s awakening,
Who on arising casts off winter’s throw
Enlivened by the warmth of the sun’s first glow
Her wakening is welcomed by the trees
Who’ve stood for so long bleak against the sky
They feel her sweet caress within the breeze
That spirals ‘tween each branch as she goes by,
Boughs which once were barren, cold, and grey
Now blossom, as within her arms they lay.
The plenitude of Mother Earth abounds
As nature’s kisses fall in April showers
Rejuvenating seeds, laying dormant underground
Bringing forth a myriad of blossoming flowers,
Land once covered by a veil of white
Is now a mass of colour, fresh and bright
Fields and woodland brim with new creation
Who give thanks to Mother Earth for all her gifts,
Birds upon the wing sing exultations
As winter’s deep depression finally lifts
The last remaining shadows, eclipsed now by the sun
A sonorous proclamation that spring, at last, has come.
Categories:
exultations, naturemother, earth, mother, daffodils,
Form: Rhyme
All across an area
Of poising purple peonies
She's silently secretly stalking
beautiful butterflies betrothed bright blue
Wishing with wonder what wagers would want
From ferociously fluttering fabulous faces
Casting closely to colored camouflaging kaleidoscopes
Until the usually utterly untrustworthy upon the unfortunate
Lands lightly on lips, laminating labyrinths
extreme exultations explode.
Categories:
exultations, happiness, nature,
Form: Alliteration
Like a late afternoon afterthought,
a torrential downpour, suddenly,
continuously drenches and floods
a stretch of parched marshland;
the wet grasses here and there
cast elongated, tapering shadows
in the dying daylight, across what
was once a crystal-mirror lake;
ah, but soon, when the skyline melts
into the darker part of twilight,
there shall be throaty exultations
from bullfrogs and catfish
mixed with the shrill jubilations
of crickets and night birds,
rejoicing over a joyful rebirth,
the aftermath of a rainy afterglow.
Categories:
exultations, animals, hope, nature,
Form: Free verse