Undaunted pains of pleasure cease nothing,
For every stunt formation checks man's faith.
So far the bloods of the veins keep running...
Hope of the best expected will be birth.
As fertilized gametes shape into form;
Fetus more sensitive to aurora,
Good dilemma's moments shall see it come,
To rejoice the start via uterus porta.
Painstaking grace cares for all awful fears.
Perfect copy becomes a guise motive:
Though, tough groaning may come in lovely tears,
Most salvation to earth is combative.
The long awaiting young shall soon arrive,
Great jubilance past agonies revive!
Jay’s jargon is jammed with jerky jammer
jiggery-pokery and jocundity. Jiggling joyous
joviality and jubilance, justifying Jay’s jollity.
(A triple acrostic)
F - Faithfulness
F - Fervence (significant reverence)
F - Feeling good with neighbors
A - Ambitious and admirable you
A - Acknowledging animals endearingly
A - Apple to my eye… oh my…
I — I love You, Lord of Accord
I — Imagine illuminating illusions and allusions of appreciation
I — Ideas flood my brain of beautiful benevolence and brilliant blessings
Tension-whelmed and…yet…
Tormented by uncalm spirits in the realm of resurrections unknown to me…I’m of the Spirit, not man alone
Tranquility matters to me and I’m all on my own…humans are unreliable and always changing, yet God never changes…He’s incredible and dependent on our peace-making skills and talents of plenty
Hope I have faith too no doubt! Walk His narrow route…
How about a handshake of gentility? What about you free me from my captivity? Sin has enslaved me inwardly
Handsome hurts…
I’ve befriended these corners and gripped onto time,
comfortably content with the ghosts in my broken nights,
like hollow frames without their unspoken canvases.
Within those walls, I’ve let my charcoal pin dance
to the sounds of your devious poison that put you in a tragic trance ,
the vibratos of your cackles and joyful glances.
How you took my empty lungs on a ride of jubilance,
how bruises and blood became souvenirs of resilience,
softening the barbs and shortening my tolerance.
You’ve shown me how humor is a forsaken brilliance.
In your arms and in your heart,
every sunrise became ecstatic art.
I wonder if you could still see,
through the surreal skies and chaotic clouds,
how everything you’ve left in me beams in a sea of crowds.
Your smile was my lesson in molding mercy,
and the snort that came after was my sanctuary.
I wonder how many feathered fairies seek you to make their day,
leaving them breathless with nothing left to say.
One day, we shall meet again,
when I’m buried by a fleet of birth-bound men,
through the magical doorway beneath a six-foot hole.
On that day, we shall gather our dancing coals.
nice and negotiable
ominous and unstable
joy and jubilance and unjealous
excited and inescapable fate comes to mind
and ancient memory is alright and okay
lonely and loveless like you
over you…emotionally…
useless as wizdumb
sacred and sorrowful
yonder come day! Full of dismay…okay…I pray you are good too some say…someday…
animals help me feel better and heals the regretter
nothing much in mind actually
yes, I choose obedience over rebellion any day
mesmerized and memorized almost everything or almost nothing in particular
oh my word, I almost forgot to forget and remembered to disremember
rage on another page I feel deep down
exit, issues…place your feet in my shoes…think about it…”you’re full of !”
I Am a TITAN, Solar Helmet Steady
I Am a Golden Phenom of Self Mastery,
Burning Bright, I Am a Diamond Soul of Opulence
Rising in Hyperborean Confidence,
I Am Heaven Blessed and Royally August
I Am Valiant, I Am Gallant, I Am Robust
I Am a Lion Blooded, Eagle Minded Conqueror
In Total Freedom My Wings Flutter,
Solo Ponderer, I Soul Cypher the Great Mystery
Tramping these Legendary Victories,
Kindling the Spark Of Hope, Ignites the Phoenix Epitome
Golden Born, I Rise Like Joshua Over Jericho
Fortified like Iron Pillars, I Stand Tall
Where the Stars are Blazing, Suddenly Blazon, Suddenly Enthralled
The Shine is of Jubilance
I Am Shimmering in Luminance,
Ecstatic and Exuberant
I Am a Phosphorescence Of Exuberance,
I Am Enlivened by the Resuscitation of the Searing Blaze
I Am Alive, I Am Sublime, I Am Stoic in Archaic Faith,
Star Gleaming, I Am a Metric Ton of Glorious Gold
Blazing the Noble Path of the Eight Fold,
Belief, it's an Absolute Must
Full Speed Ahead, the Inner Fire Combusts
This Luminous Torch Within I Trust
Got me Soul Drifting Wanderlust
”Christmas is for celebrating with those near and dear, the day that the world was kissed with God’s glorious gift.”
Quote - Poet’s own
It will be lonesome my darling
On this special day of the year
Yet feel the love I am sending
Whispered heart to heart sincere.
I hear joyful church bells chiming
With a message ringing out clear
All will be well from this day on
For sweet baby Jesus is here.
Tidings of elation sweetheart
Jubilance from heavenly love
You are in safe hands I promise
Medics skilled with gifts from above.
There placed beneath the Yuletide tree
Is a poem for you dear heart
With words written only for you
The inspiration of my art.
Home is wherever the heart is
There is nothing that could compare
Being with you by the fireside
Snuggled up in a cosy chair.
Santa Claus by special request
Direct my love back to the nest.
I so rejoice You waited patiently through my travails
of depression,
You were present, and said silently, "Hold on tightly
to me."
Throughout my gray watercolor restless nights,
You bestowed me joy in rainbow arcs.
I began sensing You giving me strength,
jubilance from You so freeing.
As my roller coaster days turned into a
calm renewal,
seeing so many celebratory colors.
I'm truly answering, committing to making more
time to worship You in poetry and song,
writing joyously of Your love.
My King Jesus,
You know my weaknesses, my flaws,
yet, You still cherish me,
and hold me close.
Your crown, a honeyed amber light,
radiating Your Holy Goodness,
You are the center of the living,
spiraled, unending cosmos,
my spirit so deeply thankful.
You gifted me my poet's soul,
penning, so gratefully penning,
words in pencil flowing into life.
Sacred Lamb of God,
I'm so in love with You,
You gifted me so much more
than I deserve. ~
sharing good times with friends
elated laughter and jubilance through the night
fun never ends
a festive time
filled with songs and delightful mirth
sublime
with peers
having great fun
cheers
sharing good times with friends
filled with songs and delightful mirth
cheers!
Love for Christmas
I send you love for Christmas
On this blessed holy day
Though we cannot be together
We’re only a heartbeat away.
I hear the church bells ringing
With a message loud and clear
Everything will turn out right
Now our sweet saviour is here.
It will be lonely my darling
This special day of the year
Yet feel the love I’m sending
On wings of angels for you dear.
Tidings of joy my sweetheart
Jubilance from heaven above
You are in safe hands I promise
Of those skilled with gifts from God.
Ave Maria!
*+*+*+*
Christmas 2021
((( To my husband who’s very ill in hospital )))
Love, it seems is not always our fate.
With time we learn the light from dark.
The lessons learned come much too late.
Denying truth takes wing like a lark.
Days to weeks, and then to months, closing gates
As months turn into years.
And over time the truth illuminates,
Jubilance, fears, and tears.
Joy comes from real truth we're told.
And soon it sets us free.
Yet the tears and fears come to soothe and hold
The death of dreams, for others to come to be.
Life's worthy of the joyful light and dark sorrow.
So thin the line between dawn and dusk.
Life's joys and sorrows from which we grow,
Comes forth a life as rich as autumn musk.
Wedding Kermesse
Common folk with few wants
(Toilers reaping earth’s bounty)
Enjoy life’s pleasantries
By escaping the harsh realities
Of day-to-day existence,
Expressed in a kermesse dance
To the tune of simple instruments.
With joy in their hearts
And freedom unfettered,
They fling each other
Around in circles,
Indulging in feasting,
Drinking, and singing
In the celebratory ritual
Of carefree merriment
(Partakers as witnesses)
Toasting the wedding couple.
With the ground as their stage
And exposed to the elements,
The day wears thin,
But not their jubilance.
***
Note:
“Wedding Kermesse” is an ekphrastic poem based on the painting "Peasant Wedding Dance" (1607) by Pieter Brueghel the Younger (1564–1638).
The “Kermesse” was any special village or town celebration originating in Europe during the late medieval period (1250–1500 AD) and was introduced to America by Dutch and Flemish immigrants.
Mint leaf season vortex gilds sylvan glaze
vivid hue a scented purple ground mist
citrus brume float locus in dewdrop phase
cherry orchard fruit shoots hearthrob wish list
Gold grosbeak pecking ryegrass fare at dawn
scarlet tanager an oak tree crown rite
wet mallard feet drag bird seed round my lawn
flush choral plume behind the hedgerow sprite
Triumphant March of mother earth womb pearls
airy infant whines elate our senses
green sea tides that flurry sunlit moss curls
hub of nodding reeds a ripe consensus
Zeal infuses luscious pastures growing
spring fount heralds jubilance a-glowing
Sponsor : Constance La France
This poem is a sonnet.
All nature echoes news that spring is nigh
as snowdrops dare to pierce the stubborn ground
and liberated wings fly swiftly by
delighting to be free and skyward bound.
Flamboyant tulips kiss the morning sky
and daffodils with jubilance are crowned
as God looks down in love to grace our land
for all such blessings issue from His hand.
23.02.21
This elgiac chant
possessing
my serene slumber
is ceaseless
this constellation
of lovely sounds
an ethereal song
and endless sum of
notes so infinite
and timeless
within my
serene slumber
my trance
they dance on
an astral plane
that shifts
and transforms into
a scene of serenity
ebbing into my sedation
such a bliss is this
jubilance
such a divinely kind
deity which dances
and prances gaily
in my darkness
in my dreams
such whispers
such chants
oh this melody from
an ethereal ruler
of the night
of the universe
softly echoing
all the notes
in their reverie
plays in my slumber
delights in my dormancy
softly echoing
in my rest
ruling me in rapture
majestic and resplendent.
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