Long Excitement Poems
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The rainbow covered the sky
In the open night,
While the moon gives
Its smile to the
Figures dancing beneath
Its light.
A million miles of memories
Are connected
To the hopeful dream
Laying ahead of us.
With diyas lighting every corner
Of the streets,
The temples glow to cast out evils.
The smell of sweets runs
From family to family.
Under the swaying balloons
And flying lanterns,
Tribes become a family
Offering puja.
The children bow with
Excitement
To receive their parents’ blessings.
When light conquers darkness
In this hopeful night,
Lord Rama’s return to Ayodhya
Is witnessed.
His victory over the demon
King — Ravana — is proved,
With music playing,
Families sharing with friends
And strangers,
While Lakshmi prepares
Wealth and prosperity
For her children.
Hugging my oak; vibrations of Spring,
tingling of potential and potent buds.
Robins and woodpeckers inspecting;
a hawk dives, evens out, sees life
on the ground; seeds twinging with
excitement, ready to break ground.
We are in the waiting room. Buzz of
monotone before the sun goes full throttle,
and dandelions and daffodils delight us.
Rose petal brushing on rouge and lipstick.
Ooh…ooh…ready to breathe in the snow
and cherry blossoms of tangible trees!
So, so ready to walk in the zeal of zephyr,
to whirl around the buzz of bees and chirps,
those lovely birds rejoicing with one another.
Put on your Easter bonnet! Why wait! Praise!
I was lucky to marry a woman…at the time much to my surprise
who sees the world around us through pure and innocent eyes.
I loved to kid her about all the favorites that she has, so many from which to choose…
favorite color, favorite food, favorite blouse, favorite shoes.
Favorite author, favorite actor, favorite place…favorite thing to bake,
favorite movie, favorite animal, favorite cookie…favorite cake.
Yes, I loved to kid her about how she viewed the world
through those pure and innocent eyes.
But I came to realize it was my eyes that were wrong…and it was her eyes that were wise.
She taught me as we ride through life together…as we do our best to muddle through it.
It’s not only important what we see…but how we choose to view it.
How wonderful for her…how extraordinarily rare
to be able to walk through life finding favorites everywhere.
Imagine if your heart was open to it…if your mind was so inclined
all the miracles you’d discover…all the favorites you would find.
Imagine the anticipation…the excitement you would feel along the way
if you knew when you woke up this morning…this could be your favorite day.
Why just yesterday, for instance, we took one of our favorite walks,
talked to one of our favorite friends…a friend with whom I used to teach,
ate our favorite lunch at one of our favorite restaurants
and watched our favorite sun set on our favorite beach.
One thing she has taught me…is that if you can find favorites
in whatsoever any moment has comprised…
you will usually have a smile on your face…and you’ll constantly be surprised.
You’ll fall asleep at night contented, happy…thinking…this was my favorite day to date…
and you’ll wake up the next morning excited to see what new favorites await.
Now, as I share in all her favorites, I no longer have a reason to tease or doubt her…
because the fact that she has so many favorites…
is my favorite thing about her.
In order for humanity to grow
Plant the seeds of love in their soul
Watch them flourish like the archipelago
See someone without a smile
Give them yours
It will trigger the most excitement
One can ensure
We are all here for the moment
Make the best of it
To last through life’s enrollment
It is how we learn from each others flaws
The graduation dance is within us all
We are the past, present and future
It bounds us together like a well done suture
Our greatest gift is the pathway we each take To what we cannot foresee
How humanity is built
On kindness, loving and forgiveness
It’s our true essence that should never atilt
To always do what we are meant to be
It will put us in a better place
All for the human race
An adrenaline rush like no other
Fear, anxiety and pressure on an accelerated course together
A need to perform, a need to please
Beads of sweat roll down his sleeve
Players in waiting call out to him
Making his heart surge and nearly striking him dead
A slow march, thoughts speeding, confusion pleading
Begging to recede
“Run while you can, beyond the gate lies more than time can heal”
A shrug, a gentle wave, a spark of hope, that need to play.
Plectrum in hand he lifts on to the stage
The crowd awaiting his mighty fists of rage
One tiny glimpse
And it’s all a haze
The shouting and screaming
Them chorusing his name
A shudder of excitement
That tingling he craves.
His guitar in hand. He begins to play
That gentle sound, that soothing sway
The brush of his fingers against the fret board, creates a rage
An uncontrolled crowd mesmerized by his ways
Join in the chorus, still screaming his name.
Insanity controls him, as he plays,
For he reaches a place, no sane man can taint.
Supernatural, he seems, in a trance, they would say
As the his heavenly voice joins in, accompanying the base.
The women, they faint, screaming their praise,
In a worshipping trance, they seem so spaced.
And then as if awakened
He walks up to them, the bridge to play.
His voice so mystical yet so rich and brave
Singing his sweet melody
In rapture he says
‘Look at me love.’ So steady his gaze. ‘Stay with me today’
‘For if stand alone, I will die in this fray’
The drums come alive, with every played beat
His guitar sending tonight his soul, sealing his fate.
His passion, his love, his family, his mate
His life, his heart his death it shall take
In finale his voice suddenly screams
‘Tonight my love, I have conquered,
Tonight I shall sleep’.
As he drowns out the crowd,
The victory he sees.
The love, the pain not in vain it seems.
Head held high he walks of the stage.
The crowd still roars,
Still screaming his name.
BY
Amanda.M.Miller
Form:
The first time I went south of the border
I wasn't sure what I would find
I just knew what was behind her Calvin Klein's
Was different than what was inside of mine
The border patrol didn't try to stop me
As I entered this foreign land
And when I got lost along the way
She lent me a helping hand
I explored this new topography
Happy to have the chance
Wondering if this new journey of mine
Would result in a lover's dance
The growth I was experiencing
She handled with delight
And although the trip was over quick
I'll never forget that wonderful night
I now travel south every chance I get
I've learned my way around
Using foreplay to prolong my stay
Is the trick I finally found
Some travel partners are better than others
Though I've enjoyed every trip
Each new journey brings new excitement
And I welcome the companionship
During my poetical career I had never received a trophy,
I exploded with joy when I received it by first class...
"Enjoy your reward!" read a note signed by Laura Mckenzie;
and this first prize is my achievement for future success!
Entering poetry contests is fun and rewarding to a greater extent,
and any price is a rare opportunity to bask in your talent;
poets never get rich in this non-lucrative trend,
but satisfaction and accomplishment go hand in hand!
Thanks, Laura for the beautiful and glittering trophy, which I have placed on
my highest library shelf for all to see and admire; it actually seems small...
compared to those given to movie or music stars,
but it is the grandest and preciousest by all means!
Like a gladiator in Ancient Rome winning that fierce fight,
standing in front of a wooing and delirious crowd before dusk...
and being honored by the Emperor with the gift of freedom,
I am also set free by the excitement of my enthusiasm!
Yes, my trophy has gladdened me, and one unexpected day,
I may win the Nobel price, too...who says that's an impossibility?
More passion and desire I will put in my work, and I will not fray!
My confidence will feed that fire and with undefeatism I begin today!
My poem is dedicated to Laura Mckenzie, who was the source
of my inspiration.
Copyright (C) 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Balance is the soul of existence
Such consciousness sure liberates
For in the attainment of balance
The being is complete and whole
As all aspects situate appropriately
In every challenge the imbalance is obvious
For the keen eye sees opposites at play
Each battling to outwit and subdue the other
And so it can only remain as they oppose
Until a balance arrives to quell and calm
One gets opposed by two, creating flux
Until three, calm is elusive, instability sure
Since three wedges, according to the Igbos
When three locks, it is firm and steadied
Affirming the balance of the three, ‘Ato’
Then disregard the excitement of the first
Even the temptation of the second, ignore
The opposing forces become lucid and weak
Allowing the third to emerge unhindered
Rewarding the enduring with the virtues of Ato
she ordered French Onion soup
with garlic bread
a sadal with a thousand island dressing
with garlic bread (instead of croutons)
french fries
and The Duck and Pork with Truffle oil
(with a Pionot Noir from Burgundy)
and a decatant Chocolate Croussaint
with a Orange wine (Monje) with
coffee
Both she and he smoked
a Arturo Fuento
They spoke of each sound being
intended for another purpose
meaning even the errored parts might
make the recording
when the song is mixed down t final track
might the absences of mind
(due to the excitement
of great food) After the first two songs we stopped
and di some excercise
for 20 minutes
before
he came back in with some
cookies and eggnog.
Just a little bit she said
not wanting to
eat to much. All this "Ole Timey stuff.
I thought you like me. "The Ring Exchange is strange
Misiter what is your intent.
I have another one of those cigars now.
I kinda like the flavor and scent!" Rum in the eggnog: Grip
acting cheap sniffin the Lilies I see,
Pour more in the cup My Mister
bump up the nog I give you consent!"
When I say Yuletime instead of yuletide you'll
know when I'm drunk!"
Diva Dame Misstress
the Grand Diva of
them all !
Chasing the wind and butterflies
Blowing dandelions and watching them rise.
The feel of soft grass beneath tiny feet
Not yet knowing the feel of defeat.
Growing up
Mud puddles to jump.
Catching fish in the nearby creek
Playing games of hide and seek.
Growing older
Standing shoulder to shoulder.
Reading books by flashlight
Giggling with friends all night.
The excitement of a boyfriend
Dreaming of dances and football games to attend.
The crush of a broken heart
The feeling of your soul being ripped apart.
Slowly, bit by bit
A decision to not quit.
Watching clouds float by,
Makeup to apply.
Listening for a horn to blow,
Always on the go.
The end of school days,
The catching of bouquets.
Finally, the decision you must make,
Which road do you take?
Chase the wind and the butterflies
Or try to grab everything before your eyes?