Jaunting Poems | Examples

Color Guard Genius

Jaunting down a garnet brick road
I admire the diamond treetops
glistening as if it just snowed;

Sky’s alive with sparkles and pops;
Leftovers of silent fireworks
fall to the ground in absurd drops;

Color guard genius in those quirks; 
You have no choice but to surrender
to where your imagination lurks;

The darkest Sun or brightest thunder?
Such joy lies in following wonder.

Trying to hard

Clever in my literacy 
Impaired in my itinerary 
Noted for variety 
Daunting in my propriety 
A jaunting of notoriety 
For wanting serenity 
exempted from purity
Quaint in obscurity

they'll never know

.

             unless love
            out our's oar
        unto theirn imagin
             phuk'n their
                thoughts

              your purty
              mine burly
            your nervous
            mine jaunting

                   tap

             they'll know 






*phuk: the sound uv a spark ;)
        Rekhta Dictionary

The Cricket And The Mantis

Cricket, symbol of good luck
Chirping at night like duck

Mantis, jaunting and pray
Lobbying and munching a honey prey

A Beautiful Woman

A pearl smile
A jaunting daunt
Eyes point check
Body on point
Wet lips
Lusciousness
Sound mind wholesome spirit
Blessedness
Woman honed beautiful

9/17/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Awareness

Against attentiveness,all arrived at alarming an agreement, 
But best before,big brothers begun bathing behind bordered basement,
Could cane caution correctly,creating common checks?
Don't disturb determiners destroying developed dretch, 
Even enemies embedded eminence encloses earth, 
For five fowls flying frankly felt first, 
Greatness granted ghosts gurging goals, 
Holy,holy,...harlots hidden homes, 
Intimidation is icing in itchiness, 
Just jelt Jailers jaunting jowls,
Kindly keep kings keenly, 
Letting little liars like long life, 
Men modeled me mainly,
Naming new nations noteably, 
Only options open old oracles, 
Proving professionalism pertained, 
Queens queued quickly quackles, 
Rectifying rules rendered raptly, 
So shall souls see salvation secured,
Than thinking tomorrow tells the truth, 
Unknown ultraroyalists understand universal uglesome, 
Virtually vitalizing viewers vexed, 
When we win wonderfully without wickedness, 
X-country xianity xenagogue,  
Yes,y'all yielders yeans,
Zealously zeroizing zoetic zones...zones!

Jamaica - Pleiades

Join me in paradise
jostled loose from my dreams.
Journey to barefoot sands.
Jewels of turquoise gleam,
jaunting free in warm waves. 
Jacaranda-kissed breeze  
jogs memories of love.  


Written 3/6/17 for J Pleiades Contest

Zyx We'Ve Gathered Here Today

Zenith achieved
Yielding to no one 
Xcept, my cracks are beginning to show
White is a lie of a color to wear
Vestigial hope lingers 
Until the deeds are signed
This is my funeral I must attend with a smile
Shaky hands, sweaty forehead
Ringing bells signifying tragedy 
Quenched is my thirst for pain
Passed is the time for indecision 
Only forward toward death 
Nameless, faceless shapes
Marching between them 
Linked to the broker that means to sell me
Keeping in cheerful step to the incinerator 
Jaunting to be completely destroyed
I am not the face I wear 
Hindsight is haunting 
Glamorous, isn't it? 
Formidable, aren't I?
Everything I want comes to my feet
Desire, however, is a cage 
Change is not an option
But only happiness 
Always

Girl of Dunloe Gap

GIRL OF DUNLOE GAP   
She in her father's jaunting car,
an eyefull sight to see,
with smoky blond and flowing hair
she smiled as if, 'twas just for me.

And how she stole my heart away
when first we locked our eyes,
all Irish eyes, and I should say
she made my heart to realize

I'd been for much too long alone
her eyes, they promised me,
here is the love I'd never known,
the way a love is meant to be.

I watched them disappear into,
the Gap of Dunloe's road,
I'd see this sight, again, I knew,
the jaunting car--its precious load.

And when we wed in summer rain
the world was at my feet,
now mine but less of all the pain,
that made my life so incomplete.
© Ron Arbuthnot

Irish Smile

IRISH SMILE
From Dunloe Gap she rode each day,
out in her jaunting car,
her father at the reining seat,
their journey wasn't far;

past by my home in early morn
returning before night,
and such a smile she'd have for me
when first they came in sight;

as if she knew something that I
one day would come to know,
her eyes would sparkle secret things
that life one day would show;

the sun a blessing to her hair,
this Irish girl, I knew,
would come to be the only one
my life was leading to;

and when they stopped one day in need
I lent a helping hand,
not thinking father liked me, too,
nor that it might be planned;

and now I drive her jaunting car,
I have for quite a while,
and though she has her back to me,
I still can feel her smile.
BY © Ron Arbuthnot
aka ron wilson

Girl of Dunloe Gap

GIRL OF DUNLOE GAP   
She in her father's jaunting car,
an eyefull sight to see,
with smoky blond and flowing hair
she smiled as if, contentedly,

and then she stole my heart away
when first we locked our eyes,
all Irish eyes, and I should say
she made my heart to realize

I'd been for much too long alone
but her eyes promised me
here is the love I'd never known,
the way a love is meant to be.

I watched them disappear into,
the Gap of Dunloe's road,
I'd see this sight, again, I knew,
the jaunting car, its precious load.

And when we wed in summer rain
the world was at my feet,
and mine and less of all the pain,
that made my life so incomplete.

Her eyes, her eyes, I'll not forget!
but then she died from me,
the only love I've ever met,
the only love to ever be.

The Party At the Pole Has Just Begun

These are lyrics for a silly Christmas song I wrote- if anyone wants to add music I'd be
interested?


Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun

Let’s all party now and have some fun
The reindeers are up and gone 
And the night has just begun
Bells are ringing sing the song
And the children have their toys
All we elves are ding, ding, dong!
So let’s party girls and boys!

Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun
Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone

Rudolph said you’ll never make it
Huh! He surely got it wrong
Everyone here did their bit
Even help from old King Kong
Start the party no delay
At the pole here all night long
Yep! It’s Christmas time hurray! 

Didn’t really know that it was Christmas
Until I saw a smile on everyone
Santa Clause is jaunting out on business
The party at the pole has just begun

An Envied State

Envy eats at my eager overtone.
Airing aspirations of me alone.
Resenting ruse, requiring need.
Festering famine, for you I feed.

Covet creation, I crave carelessly.
Desiring deeply, damn fearlessly.
Greedily grasping for others gain
Invidious intrusion, idly insane.

Spitefully starving, stalking prey.
Jealously jaunting, without delay.
Longing lust, loathing your term.
Craving prosperity, cash I affirm.

Rendition of riches, reasons resent.
In umbrage euthanizing my consent.  
Tilling your toils, for me you taste – 
Conceding to my monetary embrace.

Eagerly empowering an envied state.
Devouring dignity, a diligent debate.
Victoriously vigor, voicelessly vim.  
Gluttony so gracious, greedily grim.

Love and Pain

All betrayers cause deep emotions,
Fearing great heartache in jaunting knowledge,
Love may never overcome pain,
Quailing real sensitivity 
Time umbellate vessels
While X, yields zero

Heartless

Frozen time sands of crispy interval,
Felt by every walking voyage underfoot.
Moveless waves showing compassion remoteness,
Never moving the minute hand,
Leaving lips of hour-glass speechless.
Breezy chill jaunting the moment of one,
Season freeze for the life remaining.
Refusing stormy weather spells of relationship,
Keeping the distance alive to live.
No rain check,
Passed by,
Giving up before ever knowing,
What truly missed in brief pain,
Otherside dazzling soul joy.
Heart broken journeying,
Refusing to experience,
Always speaking thought emptiness of what never traveled by spirit guide.
Graveyard residence,
Living life with the dead-

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