Short Enthuse Poems
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Often
what we think
is what we write,
we,ourselves,at first to
delight;
Perhaps
for others
verse to amuse,
illuminate,maybe
enthuse;
Our style,
our genre,
we cannot hide-
just as we can't push back
the tide
enduring
texture&tones
cleave
grapple
& scatter upon
the canvas-
fluid
perspectives
create
atmosperic
flights of fancy..
enthuse,spawn
then trespass within-
lavishing loving
residues
brimstones in the moring light
yellow tissues in jagged flight
buttercup,yellow cowslip
together mixed in fellowship
all
creative yellow to enthuse
one hue we artists* always elect to choose
The atheists, God's existence refuse
Their action ready are to excuse
As believe with all their might
That are absolutely right
Till they die and see God who them enthuse!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 April 2016
When good fortune rains down
On some family or friend,
We can share in their joy
And best wishes extend.
It’s a wonderful thing
To be in on the news
And be able to smile
And to proudly enthuse.
For we know they would be
In a similar vein
If good fortune on us would,
Instead of them, rain.
Surround yourself with people who have
Joie de Vivre
Joy of living
Enthuse the day
Love something about it.
If you have not found the right humans
No worries. Find a pet.
Cat, dog, hamster, something to love.
Through uplifting others
Through encouraging others
Through loving others
We learn to cherish our self
Monochrome,drab and stark
Contrast God's hallmark
Colours for all mankind
Reflections as the promise reminds.
Pastel greens which reassure
And conjure feelings,fresh and pure;
Violets,timeless and elegant
Orange so resplendent;
Cretive yellow to enthuse
One artists elect to choose;
Colours alone ,so crude,
Together ,shade in harmonic hues.
Play primal poise
Incline ink ire
Charm creates choice
Touchy truth tires
Urge usual use
Rouse ripe recite
Echoes enthuse
Imprints incite
Move motive mist
Ask apt attach
Groom grateful gist
Effort earns etch
Reap rich render
Yoke yields yonder
Leon Enriquez
07 December 2014
Singapore
(Note: This is a sonnet with alliteration.)
She is pink
She entices
She is soft
Levels mountains
She can kiss
She's inviting
She's my lips... Great designing
Like the drums
Beats to conquer
Like pillow
Sweet comforter
Like the sun
Puts asunder
My lips... So great a wonder
For contest: The Crown Of My Body ---- A Whitney
Date: 17th June, 2012
Brand-new backpacks, brand-new shoes;
Headbands topped with flowers.
Parents trying to enthuse
About the coming hours.
Photos taken, kisses swapped;
Pupils all converging.
Quick goodbyes as doors are propped;
Teachers gently urging.
Voices chatter, stairs are climbed;
First day jitters rising.
All of us once likewise primed
Should be sympathizing.
Trying to enthuse
Children can be abuse.
Let them plug at what they desire,
Don't plan for them what you think they aspire.
Leave them develop at their own free will,
Don't push them up that slippery hill,
If they fall and cry it's only our fault,
Believing that we need not halt,
Moulding them to what WE want them to be,
Life shows us all it’s up to their own destiny.
Be your happiest most complete soul self
Imagine a Utopia only you could fathom
Give your ideas attention and hope
Deliberately make choices to aid your quest
Remember to replenish and renew your mind
Encourage your hopes, ideals and dreams
Allow your angels and muses to enthuse you
Make your life path what you have always wanted
Satisfaction, sizzling success spiritually and socially.
So many flavors from which to choose
A vanilla swirl dipped in blues,
A scoop of chocolate to enthuse
A dash of strawberry to infuse
Rocky Road to smooth the palate
Butter Pecan tastes great,
Add a flavorful dream
Of cookies and cream
Neopolitan, flavors in triple
Enjoy a bowl of raspberry Ripple
Butter Scotch slides of the tongue
Before you know it's all done!
7-14-2022
I like when things remain the same;
Stagnation is my favorite game.
I play so well I never lose;
What’s set in stone makes me enthuse.
While others might redecorate
Or even move, I can’t relate.
New furniture does not entice;
My stuff is old, but still, it’s nice.
It isn’t normal, I’ve been told,
Becoming worse as I grow old.
I wish I knew why I eschew
The new to stick with tried and true.
It is a short work week.
Yet I have taken the day off.
Feeling guilty?
No.
Driving my first and last husband to the doctor.
He is having trouble seeing.
I cannot fathom anything worse.
Being an artist.
If I lost my sight….
I do not want to think about it.
All of my hobbies involve sight.
I enlist it, enable it, enthuse it.
Count on it
Depend on it.
Driving him to the doctor is the least I can do.
The waiting room is quiet;
The wall TV is off,
The only noise a conversation
Or a random cough.
Oh yes, the elevator beeps
When opening its door,
But otherwise, it’s peaceful,
Rarely noticed anymore.
I’m used to TV’s blaring
With a talk show or the news,
Which no one ever watches
As celebrities enthuse.
Yet today, I’m being treated
To civility and calm
Which, when visiting a doctor,
Is a lovely, welcome balm.
All today I had the blues
Because I listened to the news,
Learning Iowans did choose
Not Trump or Rubio, but Cruz.
This candidate does not amuse.
His cockiness just seems to ooze
From all his pores and in reviews,
His own Grand Party can’t enthuse.
It seems he likes to put the screws
On fellow pols, who can’t excuse
The vitriol he likes to use
When his agenda he pursues.
In the end, I must effuse –
Oh, Mr. Cruz, I hope you lose!
In search of song we squeeze out stanzas
The booming beat of rhymed bonanzas
The search for the perfect line
The crafting of a work so fine
For deep within us the need arises
To pour out word and rhythmic surprises
To bring forth from the deepest muse
Word to delight and rhythms to enthuse
From high above the light shines down
And wipes the brow from worried frown
And seeps the soul in creative essence
As in light we reflect His presence
Seek sensuous start
Align apt art
Note nimble now
Etch end endow
Speak softly still
Art aims appeal
Notice news nice
Explore entice
Sow special space
Answer ablaze
Nurture next note
Endings emote
Sell sober signs
Aplomb aligns
Nagging nature
End exposure
Sort signal stray
Appeal aims aye
Noose never nice
End enterprise
Stupor seems still
Anchor anvil
Now noisy news
Engage enthuse
Leon Enriquez
07 June 2014
Singapore
When you take a hand from the ditch
Pulling someone to a sitting position
it is a start
But you should go a bit farther
Listen to their truth
Their story
Their life tale
Encourage and uplift them
Build them up
Help them feel human
Do not stop pulling
until they are in a standing position
Tall and proud of themselves
Better yet, enthuse and infuse them
Until they begin to fly in the air like an eagle
So now they can pull others out of ditches
Whispers of light, now silent scenes
Though eyes have dimmed there is it seems
An inner realm not breached by day
Where memories ignite the play
Remembered hues from palettes vast
Inspire the views of seasons past
Etched from shadows froze in time
Enriched by sounds and dreams sublime
Though light is now a muted muse
It whispers still when thoughts enthuse
Note - This is an early poem of mine that I first thought
I could rhyme with a sense of cadence.
A docent leads a group around
To highlight what’s on view
With information most
Museum-goers never knew.
If he or she’s a good one,
Your attention will be held
And perhaps to more exhibits
You may therefore be compelled.
Though passionate about the job,
Most docents don’t get paid.
Quite often, they’ve retired
From another stock in trade.
We’re lucky for these volunteers
Who happily enthuse
Sharing facts about displays of which
We’ve not the slightest clues.
I planned to see a movie,
But checked out the reviews
To determine if it was a film
About which they’d enthuse.
The site I often go to,
Which has many a critique,
Gave a rating so abysmal
That in volumes it did speak.
Though of course my thoughts might differ
All the evidence implied
That my hours in that theater
Would leave me dissatisfied.
So I’m glad that their appraisal
And the info that I’ve gotten
Did prevent me wasting time on
A tomato judged as rotten.
When you are wavering
Wallowing
Wailing
Get out of yourself
Climb into the soul range of your heart song
Do something for someone else
Uplift them
Inspire them
Enthuse them
There is no better way to insure
That you can leave the quagmire of dodrums
far far behind
If you are not wavering, wallowing or wailing
it is because you are dancing your powerful dance
of helpfulness and living in the community of happy spirits
who know how to uplift and love each other.
Good for you!