Gleefully Poems

a Sizzle and a Spark

perception sees beyond reality
interprets to the best of its ability

optimism keeps fire burning in one’s heart
while pessimism gleefully tears everything apart

instead of being boggled with the mundane
romance fills our days with wonder and champagne

a dusting of fantasy does wonders to cast a spell
kicks life up a notch and that’s no bagatelle 



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on July 5, 2025 for contest 1394 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  Honorable Mention

Celebration of G

Gleaming glassy glistening glazed globs
Glittering gleefully, gloriously glossy
Glowing with glimmers and glimpses of glorification
Generating generous gentlewoman’s grateful glances
Gallivanting gallery’s gleaming gazebo’s grateful celebration of G.

Interview with a Goldfish

               Hello Goldie,
        why are you hiding my sweet girl ?
      I am afraid that I am an orange freak,
        afraid to whirl and twirl.
  Oh Goldie you are beautiful and so unique,
  so, swim and swirl with celestial mystique !
     Yes, though a baby goldfish,
  in this aquariam I am going to gleefully swish !

The puppet masters

A world built on secrets, masters who seek to destroy
You play with our minds like a child with a toy.

You put guns in the hands of innocents and tell them there is a war to be won.
Putting nation against nation knowing a sea of blood over the lands will run.

You abandon the old and indoctrinate the young
and when the people speak out you silence their tongue

You cause civil unrest by introducing new laws
Then laugh at your tyranny behind closed doors.

You squeeze every penny you can get out of hard working folk.
High taxes and cost of living, their aggravation you gleefully provoke.

You fill their heads with distractions, because to you its just a game.
To bring a new world order to humanity has always been your aim.

You build empires for your selves, how much money do you need ?
People all over the world are starving because of your greed.

You steel from the destitute, is the money really that good.
Will it buy you redemption, do you think that it could?

You hide your selves from us and your need to control.
All the money you have made. will it buy back your soul ?

A Continued Dream from My Realm

As she raised her translucent, fairy’ish wing, allowing the moonbeams to pass through
the chiffon fluttered gleefully waving to the lightening bugs,
‘twas then the magic began;
To behold such elegance amidst the night
Caused me to ponder the fate of her, will you stay, dear sir?

Can a sight this luxurious continue to last I wondered while observing
the interchange ‘tween delicate nymph and luminous creatures,
there they played their silent game;
I cannot tell when they finally ended
Their most infectious conversation, but what elation!

Saturday

Saturday
A sad rain teases the windows
Spring worms wriggle gleefully
Robins do a wing shake flash dance
Wet squirrels shake their tails
The cat paws at the litter box
Dogs in tiny raincoats hide their faces
The garden Buddha stoically drips
I ponder the rings of my coffee cup
Saturday

Our Community

What can a loving community bring?
Hope, like a blossoming flower in spring.

Gentle winds that green trees will swing.
The melody of a beautiful bird’s chirp and sing.

Sunlight rises, bringing rays of a golden sky.
Children wake up excited, while the parents sigh.

The family prepares for this wonderful day.
Holding a basket of food, they drove away.

Arriving at the park, they greeted loved ones and friends.
As children run and scream with joy, that never ends.

Cut green grass plays deliciously on bare feet.
Picnics for families and lovers ready to feast.

In the afternoon, a playful wind invites kites to fly.
Children gleefully run, enticing them to the sky.

Crowds of the loving community gather at dusk.
Swapping tender stories of families as children fussed.

A star-studded night gives way to the fireworks display.
The crowd parts with hugs and smiles, going their way.

To their home of incredible love and happiness.
They bed their children with dreams that are blessed.

Good night, dear community. We’ll see you again.
Praying for another day of love and happiness that never ends.

Zen mode

a silent scream of joy escapes our lips
as bliss beyond measure peaks within form
and thunderous magnetic rapture grips
lovingly compelling us to conform
dancing gleefully in this benign storm
in which false identity falls away
and we see the light of Self, clear as day

Grimy Gremlins Giggling Gleefully

grimy gremlins gathered in a gloomy glade
giggling guzzling grapeade they’d greedily made
with gadgets gone wild
and gizmos defiled
they gambled on games with tricks they’d displayed

All I can do!

Because that is all I can do!
Influence the little spheres where I have presence!
A little space for all my voices!
Voices that speak choices,
Choices that direct violence!
Violence so benevolent,
benevolently left for your choices!

Because that is all I can do!
Speak truthfully in all ways,
Weigh what is on my mind,
and temper it with the wind.
And wind up my mind,
into blissful smiles!

Because that is all I can do!
smile in confidence,
And confidently style my stance,
And smile at your glance,
Gleefully like in a trance,
and dance like it's my last!

Because that is all I can do!
sit patiently in silence,
Silently observing my audience,
and patiently saying less,
Tactfully without a mess,
and nod in acknowledgement!
Even when your paths are perilous!

Because that is all I can do!
no more than the next,
text all that is said,
and memorize the best,
messages you all  endorse,
and bless endlessly!

Because that is all I can do!
be genuinely present,
giftedly in your audience,
and nolstage your essence,
an indepth escape,
with all outcomes endless!
Because that is all I can do!

H

What I See

A man stands looking gleefully 

Identity unknown a scary story unfolds

Who is this man standing at the door

The doorway! In the doorway

Smirking almost condemning 

My back faced to him

I stand still as my picture is taken

He again looks at me with the utmost glee

That woman I see is as dumb as a tree

Swallowing chunks of fear

I down a couple of drinks

And head to a pier

And into a crowd

I disappear 

Blending away into the mist

Shameless Selfies

I often take a shameless selfie
Of myself dining or travelling gleefully
And post it on my Facebook
Or Instagram page immediately 
Some people say it's quite conceited 
To paste your mug so much
Of displaying your contentment 
When in reality your life may be otherwise
So easy on your selfies
It's really not all self-toot
Just a way of keeping in touch
Through modern technology
Reassuring that I live and commute

Reality of War

I hear the mournful sorrows of war.
The sight of destruction brings its horror.

Come forth is the belittling of another man.
Incomprehensible hateful anger, they band.

Loved ones painfully shred our fragile hearts.
Mournful cries as we lay to rest the departed.

Our lives are currency; we mean so little to them.
They will relish and gleefully profit to no end.

Lords of war will manipulate and control our minds.
They divide us all, for they are cruel with words so unkind. 

Remnants of moral courage fade into the night.
Dreams of innocent death wake the afflicted with fright.

We are enslaved in fear of their violent oversight.
Soon, the hidden truth will bring in a vengeful light.

We are many as truth binds us in beautiful, loving unity.
Even one candle lit will reveal the truth for others to see.

We are now free.

in lilac dreams

"I love the silent hour of night,/ For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight / What may not bless my waking eyes." from first verse of Anne Brontë's "Night"

tarrying in lilac dreams
I flower in full sunlight
where I flirt with butterflies
and gleefully kiss tulips

when lilac dreams wilt away
I sojourn nearby a sea
caressed by its rippling tides
under a lavender sky

the twilight turns into night
bathing me in the splendor
of a full blue-white hued moon
and myriad stars’ sparkle

deep violet melts away
I drift again into dawn
wishing  that I could linger
ever in sweet lilac dreams

Goblin Ghoul and Ghost

generous Gus, Greystone’s glaringly green goblin glided into the glades.
giving Ginny Graceful, a gruesome ghoul a glimpse of glorious shades.
gary, Gryffindor’s ghost glared at them; for where was his grubby gratuity?
goblin and ghost, goaded Gary, giving him grief about Glue city.
grandiose grisly girl-free graphic arts gleefully featured the grimy three.
Gladly giving grotesque features in the glade’s next grimy graphic glossy.

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