Long Felicity Poems
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Flittering furts of fallacious folly,
fables of new forcefully fabricated,
five foundlings now faeries found
fabric faddishly forced surround
faceted gems for eyes they be
falling over the great fir tree
fain to feats of fantasy, factually
farrowed for all to see
fairish fair heads nodding fervently
fecked craning forward in familiarity
following constantly you and you
festively focused on fetes of few
fickler than fowl, fickler than dew
wonder of wonders, how’d they find you
felicity follows each fine feat
now’s the time to take your seat
such a surprise, oh so sweet, savor
alike this fine ole treat!
If only the hateful blind could see
All the vistas of felicity
Found in here, and found in there
Found everywhere at every stare
Found in the sea which marine adore
It's placidly waves pours colors azure
Found in the night with light above
Of luminous colors as white as dove
Found in the depths of every grotto
A gleaming gem; a winning lotto
If only they could freeze and ponder
Abandon stress, free to glance a-yonder
I can only imagine what they'd find
Like all creature's souls, one of a kind
In forests would they find roses, berries?
Taste sweetened juice and spy canaries?
Find beehives stacked with sugared honey?
One spoon full is all to omit money
Traverse beaches, deserts, full of sand!
Cling onto essence: nature's hand!
Could they feed their eyes a blossom tree?
Who's full beauty even I can't see?
Would their eyes venture the afternoon?
An atlas, pigments red and blue?
View land on mountains, glazed with snow
Sky full of lamps, the rest below
From that view, they'd see it all
The sea, the sky and leaves in fall
They'd see caves and coves and beach's shores!
Gems, berries, honeys, all galore!
The view would force their eyes to pour!
Joy streaming in their inner core!
They'd be it too! Something inside!
The heart's most deepest joy be pried!
Their senses overran by all
The largest beauties of all things small
Oh if only a wicked eye could see...
The marvel of our majesty~
And in my meditation, I touch a sapphire deep blue talisman,
A bracelet, radiant with magic juju, I am transported to a rhapsodic garden;
Oh peaceful and heavenly this idyllic place of magical flowers picturesque,
The plethora and profusion of color staggering and I am filled with felicity.
Hidden, unseen many birds are singing dulcet tunes for me,
I dance, twirling and swirling in the flood of beauty, glittering and sparkling;
Chrysalis, wings of a butterfly, unfolding, then the scene is evanescent,
And in my meditation, I touch a sapphire deep blue talisman.
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January 21, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Ten Word Challenge
Copyright Protected, ID 16-747-916-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for, Ten Word Challenge
sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
Cupids golden summons decreed
With secret aim silvered arrows speed
Linking hearts with passionate will
For loves hope to fulfill
With poetic verse loves sentiments dispence
with torrents of eloquence
And there engraved upon the heart
with firey darts loves secrets to
persuade unsuspecting hearts
With such grand felicity and clandestine charms
Eternal love is birthed in lovers arms
White evanescent waves roll on the shore
with such felicity of frothy bliss.
Rhapsodic sounds explode as they explore;
present the waiting beach their foamy kiss.
Above, the dulcet sounds echo the call
of gulls, 'neath radiant, pale sapphire skies;
plethora of white V-shaped wings asprawl,
invokes idyllic sights that mesmerize.
As waves recede, a shell remains onshore;
perhaps a talisman brought forth for me.
What living thing, like a cocoon, it bore,
and now to me came from this deep, dark sea.
The sky and sea hold treasures each their own;
but special are the gifts from depths unknown.
Transports of hereafter
pass one leaf to unclasped heaps.
Flirty winds rearrange the hedgerow plumage,
wisp in gentle whispers.
Chipping sparrows play hid and seek
with a watery sunlight.
Business is flourishing for the snuffling groundhog.
It’s the narrow part of the day,
a shoaling light ripples where squirrels dart.
A Blue Jay raps his usual rib-digging oldie.
Felicity flutters the loose and drifting:
the soft green carousels of evening,
the pirouette and circumvolve promenading.
Leaf bundles are ransacked by delving voles
but gently.
Seeing all this
I paint the hedgerow again with this eventide wash,
watch it all spun into dusk
from these owl bright eyes.
Written: February 22, 2024
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I love the gentle rains of spring
falling with felicity as they sing.
A symphony of sweet romance
Clamor to“Come out and dance”
So, I shall join the raindrops there
While pirouetted through the air
As rain rolls and returns, I'll sway
As they perform an aerial ballet
The rain will bear a rhythmic beat
On the pavement squishy and sweet
We shall twirl a tango at nature ball
Whilst the sparkling waters mildly fall
Afterward, when the skies start to clear
And the epic dancing is utterly here
I accompany the newly formed rainbow
Raindrops shifting offer a serenade show
Yet, their call will resound in my ears
As supple showers start to fall as tears
Until then, my emotions will remain
The delight of dancing through the rain
OUR BOUNTIFUL GOD
Our God is bountiful because…
Eternal generosity never runs out of blessing remedies
They appear when least anticipated
Popping up – leaping out – capturing the unexpected
As lost pennies found with surprises bearing gifts
Trembling with anticipation of smiles and dancing laughter
Benediction of brightest benevolence
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
Valentine’s appear signed by love’s sweetest heart –
Hearts of God’s beatifying bounty not hidden
Found in clouds and rocks, in garden harvest consecrations
Beloved bliss overflowing –never empty - no refills needed –
Greeting cards of extravagant grace – no signature or postage due –
Bound in mercy’s lace impervious to time.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
God’s bursting bounty of abundant grace filled with delights –
Warehouse shelves of mercy’s lavish greeting cards inexhaustible
Divinity’s heart throbs in love letters – no conditional caveats –
Always a dedication to beloved children even prodigals
With an everlasting toast of grace spoken over miracles
Postmarked invitations to jubilees sealed with eternity’s kiss
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly valentines
Tender devotion more enduring than resurrected bones once lost to time
Revelation’s paper hearts edged in fragrant incenses of filigree
Abounding generosity – uncontainable – exalting felicity
Written in messages of consecrated majesty
Surging elegance refined in the refiners purifying fire
Unfettered favor, the ever open hand, solace of the heart’s desire.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines
God is bountiful because…
11-13-20
Contest: Our Bountiful God
Sponsor: Julia Ward
When hope shines out from a blue canopy,
there's something magical about the day!
My soul is filled with sweet felicity
when hope shines out from a blue canopy.
The world seems brighter. Look about; you’ll see
the birds and bees and butterflies at play!
When hope shines out from a blue canopy,
there's something magical about the day!
A sapphire sheet becomes the sky at night
as magic of this happy day extends.
A canopy adorned with flecks of light -
a sapphire sheet becomes the sky at night.
Bright stars: I wish I may, I wish I might
have all my dreams come true before night ends!
A sapphire sheet becomes the sky at night
as magic of this happy day extends.
HM for a contest at Soup back in 2011
Now used May 4, 2019
for Richard Lamoureux's the 'Honourable Mentions worth mentioning. ' Poetry Contest
Background story:
As I looked through my HM's to find one to enter in this contest, I found several that I felt were some of my best poems; however, they had won a placement at least in one other contest here at Soup, so I wanted to find a poem I really liked that had never placed with anything other than HM. Of all my HM's that were re-entered in other contests, this one stood out to me. It got not only an HM, but also two NA's. I believe the other contests I entered it in were standard contests not asking for new poems. I had worked hard to make each stanza bright and uplifting to fit the original theme of "hope." None of the contests it had been entered into required strict rules about form, etc., so I have felt puzzled as to why it has not fared better. I will let you, Richard, be the judge if it is worthy of recognition better than HM or NA from you.
Written: August 17, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Rob Carmack - Placed 2nd in the contest
Quote“Let there be no boundaries. When you lose all sense of self, the bonds of a thousand chains will vanish. Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul” - By Rumi
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I sipped from the calyx of core delight,
a dusky elixir steeped in dopamine’s
effervescent whisper—
and the world, erstwhile mundane,
became a chatoyant tapestry
of evanescent truths.
The walls sighed slightly.
Not in the metaphor arena—
They throbbed, aquiver,
With a sapphire auric touch,
each brick is a doppelgänger.
of some long-lost self.
My limbs, once velvety,
turned to lissome vines
waltzing through the horizon
of lush lagoon reverie.
I was hungry for meaning.
but found it a chorus of voices,
amorphous, shapeless,
a palimpsest of pastiche and prophecy.
Time fractured—
a pavonine shimmering
spilled across the sphere of memory.
I beheld my joy,
blithely besieged
by the clamor of disorder,
and still, it twirled.
with emulous passion
in the cottage of my marrow.
Epiphany hard-won
not as a blaring trumpet,
but as an aphonic balm—
a murmurous susurrus
in the riparian streams
of my noetic flesh
I was not ontic, but rather an iconoclast.
I was both an iconoclast and dear.
both amort and zoetic,
a rubicund speck
in the celestial glow
The collective noosphere surrounds it.
The mind—
that winding maze—
offered no panacea,
only a twist of insight
and its evanescent brightness.
I beheld my nemesis.
in the mirror’s moiety:
a charming crone,
disheveled and tenderly smiling,
Her gaze was soft with weariness.
Her voice was gentle and silent.
And I understood—
Awareness is winnowing.
a desultory dalliance
with the unutterable.
To behold is to dissemble.
To feel is to effloresce.
I emerged.
not healed,
but imbued—
a scintilla of the sumptuous,
a fleeting felicity
in the halcyon hush
of the waking world.