Long Elation Poems
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sometimes i howl at every palpitation of your heartbeat
sometimes i growl at every word that you do not hear due to cell phone asbestos
i cringe when you put things in places where cannot find it
i binge when you build a wall between you and the affection in which i crave
when all colors fused
i remember the waterfalls when they were creamy
when all juices blended
i remember the rolling hills when they were dreamy
the aftermath of the beforehand merges in between because they can
the innovations and relations inspire many due to the unique form of elation
the chaos dissipates and the birds chirp to that song by bobby day
it makes me want to slide to the left and push all negativity to the right of dismay
another days goes by and i am dizzy from wonder and awe
how lovely it would be if i could suck the cherry flavored part of life through a straw
i guess i'll go to my office now and skinnydip in the plastic bubbles of my imagination
until my friends acscend from the pen again, i'll continue to reluctantly sin until i win
Form:
The poems I never wrote,
are like sprawled autumn leaves…
They fall..and fall…
gold
maroon
crimson
scarlet
red!
whisper their tales to the waltzing breeze!
They ferry the stories of my life..
untold,
unexpected,
unexpressed
forgotten,
painful
tiptoe back to me from the past!
Love which turned into a mirage,
Elation which remained subdued,
Hope which blinded my vision,
Longing which left me heartbroken!
Poems I never wrote..painted the horizon with
colours of my heart!
October 9, 2022
"The Poems I Never Wrote" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
A silent tear spills
Lingering on the cheek
Kissing away the sweetness
Haunting the heart, the soul
With inspiration – knowing
That love will relieve the hurt
Lift away all the shadows
Dry the tears with its laughter
Echoes of grace whisper
Relinquishing the spell of fear
Restoring peace, tranquility
Serenity that never fails
To amaze with its victory
Giving wings to the prisoner
Reassurance to the captive
Songs of praise to those
Who long to feel His spirit blazing
Through the loneliness, the sorrow
Into the wonder of a promise
A gentle faith abides
Encouraging hearts, calming anxiety
Reaching across the edges of pain
Into the soul of the one who believes
Answering petitions with trust
That is alive, like the single teardrop
Rushing to prepare the feeling
For a solace that is so sure
It binds every wound and consoles
So that all grief is calmed
Shadows fade into the amazing
Way that light pierces the darkness
A silent tear, a tender fear
Released so that they can flow
Winding their way toward the hope
That colors spirits in hues of joy
Melody of sweet elation, praise
That falls from the imagination
Creativity bold, vibrant – dazzling
The love with the gifts of the spirt
His peace promises to keep us…
Never release us…
From the love that is His gift
His peace, His hope, His grace
The wonder of His spirit, Jesus
His only Son, the One who died
So we could experience His love!
Hues of mahogany vein through
Whitest ashen gray, filling me with
A feeling of pure inspiration, vision
On this still, shadowy nocturnal vista
The mist edges across the perfectly
Round mystery of the ebony darkness
Reminding me that historically, this
Eve was called all hallowed, Halloween
For me, the beauty of the smooth and
Graceful piece of our nightly prediction
Is the way that it shifts across the hills
A perfect elation, sent to light the night
Through trees, across the dark ridges
Of mountains, oh, so secretive and healing
There stands the apparition of a snowy
Dreamlike image, an enormous full moon
Auditioning for its place among the stars
Where evening calls out with nighttime sounds
Little reasonings from the seasons creatures
Beckoning to the moon with all their pleas
Ominous, it is, oh, yes, this gorgeous scene
Significant to all who chance to look beyond
The trees and limbs that hang across her
Sending shivers of premonition for what is to come
The Halloween moon, when full, is a marvel
Reaching out to the apprehensive heart
With second thoughts about venturing out
Among the nightly beauties that are so bright
September 25, 2019
Halloween Moon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Full of good thoughts and memories refine
Full of wise words for all to opine
Never behaved in school against doctrine
Varsha is prepared without any supine.
Growth she made in the school is fine
Even the students could no longer define
Her aid for others was just like brine
So that they stand still like a pine.
She was a dear mentor, and a gin:
Separating vice from us and combine
Our grief with joy to keep all in line.
From whom I learnt how to always grin
In adverse situations and start from begin
So that new fight and efforts lead you to win.
She had a dream to make everyone Einstein.
She is one who is behind us against decline
And forces us to proceed in God’s design;
Ecstasy, Elation, Rapture is solely mine
When I went with her knowledge to dine.
Can there be another Varsha Madama inn
Where pilgrims like Monorhyme mine
Rest and prosper and flourish divine.
A lady so acute, dedicated and divine
Is scare to find and is the wonder nine.
Written July 05, 2025
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I am anchored when I am a garnet,
The mineral topaz when I shine.
A midnight fantasy of moonstone,
This precious gem's spirit is mine.
Emerald ideas are proliferating,
Within the gardens of my brain.
As opalescent moods still fluctuate,
With indeterminate strain.
I illuminate, akin to a glass prism,
When elation continues to rise.
A Sapphire flame symbolizes justice,
Increasingly irritates my eyes.
When shadows start to thicken,
I don the obsidian stones' grace.
And allow the illumination of jasper,
Restore equilibrium in my living space.
Each diamond carries a whisper,
A truth that I have been able to flow—
This even caused fractures in the facets.
Still catching the dawn glow.
I evolved from stardust,
With spiral galaxies to approve.
Should you perceive that sparkle—
You are stardust, companion, and groove.
Blackish, brownish, and greyish clouds on zenith call,
The white lambs like the ones below, unheeding, crawl;
The immaculate white egrets in elation,
Mock the grey herons, in calm Zen meditation;
Kow-kow of cuckoos and the coo-ee of koels,
Sound and resound in the idyllic nature strolls...!
A sense of sadness, yet, surrounds my whole being,
A bit of depression evokes a forced fleeing;
Memories fly beyond realms of nostalgia,
And soon turn into terrible cephalalgia;
Your flight beyond the skies toward spaces unknown,
Comes to stay in the nimbus of my mind, forlorn...!
Those plants and flowers; butterflies and honeybees,
Those streams and rocks and mossy slippery tall trees;
Those frogs and fish and clams and mussels and wrasses,
Those fine foams collected around like molasses;
All these bring to my mind those golden days bygone,
Come back, if you can, dear, that I may find new dawn...!!!
20 June 2023
Any Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
- - Deplorable Dora - -
Destined to request the best and never get it
Regular ordinary bored her
When temptation came and offered improvement
You can bet she accepted
Barbie bold angel - curvaceous temptress blonde
Sold Dora her magnetism
For the itty bitty price of her one and only soul
With glee she took the opportunity to be pretty
Empty insides didn't matter
Faced places the following day a new alluring lady
Dozens were dazzled by her
Dora had the power to charm, disarm with a wink
Simple smile froze stubborness
Turned reluctance into assurance of every success
Elation gained from gorgeous appearance served
Facile needs realised easily
Bits of bared curves cured problems, were solutions
Glimpses of bouncy cleavage
Given whenever an impediment threatened her way
Lined her path in platinum
Painted her gate with hate repellent saint lipped gold
Enamoured Dora thought her thorough transforming
Had squeezed all potential fault
Wrong's possible not at all in existence any more
When her Grandma sadly passed
She knew her Disney duty was to brighten and shine
Hot white of wet metal Dora
Sauntered into the church in scanty sequin bikini
Took the looks of shock and aghast to be admiration
Stilettoed amble of wayward
Unashamedly clutched casket's edge with teal talons
Glorious Dora suddenly covered
By alter robes, chivalrous cape flown to her shoulders
Poor Dora anointed thought
Super hero status had been granted, instead of desperate
Request for modesty
23rd August 2020
Kai Michael Neumann
Soul Slipper Contest
As Martin gazed at the woman, he believed her to be a nymph.
The pipes continued with their haunting melody.
"I’d never thought such exotic places existed…”
"It must be a special day for you." She smiled.
It was as if a flower suddenly blossomed out
Or a nestling had stretched its wings
And embarked on its maiden, glorious flight.
"It's my twenty-fifth birthday." She nodded.
"Everything about this place is magic.”
“Why don’t you join me for a swim?"
Some instinct told Martin to be careful.
“Come away with me," he implored.
"You don’t know what you’re asking.
I can never leave this place.
It would mean death to me."
Suddenly, he heard the screech of the kestrel.
The flute went on with its haunting, menacing melody.
“You must go quickly. “ she said.
But Martin lost all reason.
He lifted his gun and shot.
The kestrel fell dead at his feet.
The sound of the pipes was foreboding.
Fog descended on the now turbulent lake.
Heavy wind began to blow.
He left reluctantly, cursing his luck.
As he left the cliff,
He felt some force throw him to the ground
Under the shade of a mighty tree.
Someone was shaking him up.
It was the young woman urging him up,
Wiping a wound on his forehead.
He looked at her in awe, especially her yellow dress.
He searched for the opening on the cliff but found none.
“Let’s go to have something to drink,” she said.
He smiled with elation.
Above the trees, golden orioles chirped melodies of love.
The sky's motion and the imagination.
Echo—elation.
I heard the echo and heeded my own voice
Echo—rejoice.
Into a gray, flawless sky as the earth sits still
Echo—drill.
A mellow echo of the music's dying beat
Echo—neat.
Dying screams would echo all night long
Echo—along.
Until even death couldn't stop them
Echo—ahem.
War and quake echoes fade with tears
Echo—fears.
Sounds transform the swords
Echo—words.
And what reality delighted the heart
Echo—art.
Hear the rain, recalling the rainstick
Echo—stick.
In its motions, you can just hear a hush
Echo—rush.
Still, amid it all, the echo of your words
Echo—swords.
There was always a rumble in the house
Echo—spouse.
It's a laugh, but the response has grown
Echo—shown.
Because of this, I'm becoming older
Echo—bolder.
When she left, she took the joy with her
Echo—where?
Narcissus stares into lakes, easing time
Echo—sublime.
frosty mirrors reflect flowers falling thin
Echo—within.
Echo wails sadly through canyons, weak
Echo—unique.
Light-loving eyes don't echo into the past
Echo—cast.
Venus is enigmatically linked to Vesper.
Echo—whisper.
Echoes may bestow hope, yet I obey.
Echo—sway.
The sea breeze should bend the willow.
Echo—billow.
Music blooms in the songs we all sing.
Echo—spring.
When I hear the echo of my own thoughts.
Echo—rots.
There is no one else here except myself.
Echo—shelf.
A kiss will not do as much harm as a gun
Echo—fun.
However, its echoes anticipate further
Echo—together.
3rd place contest winner
Written: February 11, 2023
Writing Challenge - E Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
ECHO VERSE: Echo verse has a pretty simple rule: Repeat the end syllable(s) of each line. No other rules.