"exuberantly" poems
Oozing charm and fluency, over exuberantly, without vanity or pride or an arrogance of mind
remaining humble and kind
looking just fine
Not with the fittest physic or perfect teeth, manicured hands drenched in gold leaf
Or a sharp suit and tie which underneath emptiness lies
But a beauty that shines bright like a beacon
signalling hardship, success, failure, determination
Strong and truthful
Unapologetically flawed
Lost youth and adult gains
Ageing memories and hunger pains
slight wrinkles, cheeks with dimples
passion,
it's quite simple
perfection is meaningless
It lacks personality and taste
Humility, humour and good grace
The hard times you stared point-blank in the face
However, on the other hand
It's like you're from another land
Im lost
In your perfect imperfections
Filters and airbrush aren't a true reflection
Of the life you've lived of the story you've told
When you've been weak when you've been bold
what made you happy or caused you stress
How you like to chill and rest
Or put your mind and body to the test
I want to see what makes you, you
I long to see it all
For its what makes you beautiful
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
Forlorn as a destitute child,
I wandered to the distant wild;
Through a peculiar lonelier wood,
Like a wave, roving as fast as I could.
Not long, I came by a myrtle river bank
Where early boughs grow wild and rank.
There my eyes kissed upon wild flowers,
All grandly dressed in neon colours,
Rhythmically whispering lullabies,
Ineffably upon velvety indigo skies,
Whilst swaying in a friskier dance,
That could render naked eyes in a trance.
At such a mesmerizing sight,
I drowned in a pool of sweet delight
Hence in wonderment shook my head,
And in a velvety voice whispered:
"Flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers
What brings about thy Ineffable colors?"
**And all flowers smiled and smiled,
And exuberantly all thus replied:**
"At dusk, when fair maidens of the night
Grandly dress in flocks, of burning bright;
And madly smiles about skies above,
Oh! Their opalscent eyes we flowers love:
So, from their pulchritudenous color;
So lies the mysteries of our allure."
At such a mesmerizing reply,
Sweet delight oozed from mine eye
Hence in wonderment shook my head,
And in a velvety voice whispered:
"Flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers
What brings about thy ineffable colors?"
**And all flowers smiled and smiled,
And exuberantly all thus replied:**
"At dawn, when the day's watchman
Doth weareth his novelty crown,
And treads upon yonder skies above,
Oh! His golden crown we flowers love:
So, from his pulchritudenous color;
So lies the mysteries of our allure."
At such a mesmerizing reply,
Sweet delight oozed from mine eye
Hence in wonderment shook my head,
And in a velvety voice whispered:
"Flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers
What brings about thy ineffable colors?"
**And all flowers smiled and smiled,
And exuberantly all thus replied:**
"When envious veils of dusk engulfs day,
Paving the fairest Empress way;
To grandly grace on yonder skies above,
Oh! Her rainbow robes we flowers love:
So, from her pulchritudenous colour;
So lies the mysteries of our allure."
At such a mesmerizing reply,
Sweet delight oozed from mine eye
Hence in wonderment shook my head,
And in a velvety voice whispered:
"Flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers
What brings about thy ineffable colors?"
**'And all,' all flowers smiled and smiled;
I mean, smiled, smiled and smiled,
I say, smiled, smiled and smiled,
And happiness bloomed in the wild.**
#bliss of solitude
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
6th August 2017
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
Summertime, Billy Holiday plays
As the hot sun spreads like butter over the trees.
The grass tickles the toes of children at play
Before a chill comes to breezes that blow.
Wind combs trees, heavy handed
Discarding leaves like so much flotsam adrift at sea.
Their bony crunch underfoot reminds us
Of the cold, dead future in store.
Deserted of life, brown and bare winter cold cracks limbs;
They stare with angry faces,
Moaning as the wind wrenches again and again.
Cloaked in ice, they hold buds alive deep inside.
Exuberantly pops the blossoms luring
The bumblebee to work for free.
Erasing the death that came before
And ensuring, after spring, a fruitful summer.
The seasons' constant cycle of birth, life, and death
Requires time to reflect on our growth,
Reflect on our life, and
Reflect that we, too, must face death.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
for a woman's day flowering bouquets
are selled and bought frequently
for a woman's day many innocent flowers
are picked up to cherish a genuine smile on your beloved's lips curving
as she wraps her gentle arms around your shoulders
kissing you - you - attentionate - gentle man
how she loves you !
how you - her man - are deserving all her womanly love
to see a celebration of joy upon her lovely figure curving -
to see your woman exuberantly happy jumping
in the dinning room
eternally humbled and in love with you
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
how poignant your music
expansive expression of soul
I treasure each moment of hearing
emotions exuberantly whole
from where this creation?
labyrinthine your verse yea rarely is terse
you tease me to follow you there
I cannot
philosopher ~ scholar you are
unlike me
choosing ease with my various pleasures
you birthed from me !
while loving you travel
through darkness and brightness
faithful to nurturing friendships
with those who respond at your level of truth
your innocence offering balance
possessing yourself I've utmost respect
for all that you are and hold dear
future unwritten
create as you live
your dreams all become crystal clear
what I can do is to celebrate you
as you are
with gratitude to be your mother
as we are
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 10:54 PM UTC
Merrily
And warily
The girl does spin around
Jubilantly
Exuberantly
The girl does hum a sound
A face
Of grace
And slightly comical
Her hair be blonde
Her eyes be blue
With a tiny pointed nose
Freckles dance upon her face
Like music from another place
Where she's from no one knows
From a world
Of little black lines
The girl does find
Another life
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
midsummer day-
The sun was calling us by the names
Two little brace faced dorks running out her back screen door
To find a secret hideout for the day
With composition books in hand of course
Our Top Secret composition books,
Where we wrote about our futures, and boys (shhhh)
We ruled the streets of Bennington woods
Claiming the oak tree in someone’s yard
Where we competed for height in our cheap foam flip flops
Owning the pine trees of another
Where we spied on the teenagers
Trying to understand their secret language
But it was under an old wooden porch where we pulled out the books
And this time, we’d plan our weddings
We would wear beautiful dresses and pointy high heels
Just like a princess
And most certainly marry our dreamy little blue eyed boy crushes
I even crossed my heart and hoped to die so she would be my maid of honor
Last but not least, we had to choose our wedding flowers
It was the season of flowers; tulips, daisies, marigolds…
Every house was decorated in a colorful array
We ran exuberantly, scanning our options
Then began to pick away
Every flower we knew or didn’t,
As long as we had one of each
We covered the entire street til our hands and books were overflowing
At home we taped them into our precious journals
Sealed forever so we would remember,
These were the flowers we’d have in our wedding bouquets
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
When i look into your eyes I see the infinite galaxy.
Its an Out of this world level of intimacy.
Its a Place where you, I and The most High live unity.
Its a place of stillness fill with serenity.
Where The Our Dreams Become interwined with reality.
Where Metaphysical Fantasy becomes A living valley.
In this place You make my brain stimulate
As the the words formulate
our brain cells become awake
and our thoughts began to penetrate
As We serve one another an essential
subtance and Truth on a plate.
Raising Our engery as it Elevates.
Indulging in Our frequency as it Vibrates.
Staring slowly in yours eyes While we quietly meditate
And the pain subsizes and evacuates
Drowing the voices of the hurt that are drying as they suffocate.
Feeling one anothers embodiment as we soundlessly communicate.
Your bring out the beauty of this beast Everytime we conversate.
Its a sensational authenticity
We are wires that spark fires of Electricity.
A source of Power that drives,
Exuberantly Spirited and adernalized.
What a blessing it is to be Revived and Alive.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
As I stand over the ruin, the deepest dark, swallowing black,
Hope is at the mercy of a terrible minds acts.
Torn dreams in scared memories with such a devastating array,
An inner darkness so pure, ripping the guts of black holes away.
With an anger that burns like the center of the earth, so hot,
Waiting to spill out to melt your sweetest, hopeful thoughts.
The heart bleeds void in the darkened soul, your irresistible hatred of my iridescent glow,
The unstoppable will that impedes blood, so cold, with icy fingers that drain your soul, slow.
Your ultimate despair is my inevitable strength, I exuberantly feed on your passionate fear,
If you would only entertain a certain parley with me, I have a seductive secret my dear.
If not for formality, you would have already been devoured, but you're the delicate flower,
So crystal and pristine, I wait to bath inside your light, only increasing my power.
Over places deep within you, so beckoning to my dark, where I hold time,
You may have peace in the day....but in the night...your *** is mine!
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
Who can write a poem
for each of your hairs,
as I can?
Sing a new song
each time you smile,
as I do?
What man wishes for you,
and only you,
each time a star falls?
Who can love you
to the point of suffering,
joyously,
exuberantly,
as I surely do?
I hope that there are many such men,
but I beg you
to just ignore them,
because they
are not me.
May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 8:53 PM UTC
She had many faces,
but she was not two-faced,
but rather described as a storm,
With opulent intensities,
Transfigured by the elements of life’s
Quiet mellifluous lilt by
Which it languidly swayed all souls,
She did not sway though,
Rather she was uncompromising in
Her emotional wave length,
She could drizzle gently,
Or cascade exuberantly with her susceptibility,
She had no riveted temperament,
She was a storm in all rhapsodic unpredictability
And inexorable power of the ineffable unknown,
She was the incorporeal roar of thunder and
The incandescent luminescence of lightning,
She had embodied the storm she had
Fought desultory for a decade,
They were coalesce until it had formed
A chrysalis amorphous of raw beauty,
She had many faces,
But no she was not two-faced,
She was the storm that had shaped her.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
I adore you beyond compare, far into the realms of radiant waves and mystic wonders
I cherish you like a child, naive, clean and everlasting, multiplying
Devout flashes of light, felt deeply beyond dim vision
Complete, singular, tender, convinced
The whole of my spirit has been conquered
Luminous shining celestial light
Dreams of you lift my soul to soar
Exuberantly jumping into the empty space
Embracing all and nothing, the quickest way to bliss is you, you, you!
Oct 7, 2023
Oct 7, 2023 at 7:50 PM UTC
When I was younger I used to always cry.
Remembering the feeling of the tears go falling meekly by.
So unhappy was I then, never did I wonder.
Where my tears would ever land,
or what they would plunder.
For when that water hits the earth it starts a whole new flight.
Born of air and free from care, will it fall from tallest height.
Perhaps that tear will find a puddle, and become a little larger.
Perhaps the suns rays will evaporate this puddle making it sparser.
becoming even smaller. Faster and faster.
Until that tiny tear makes it's way to the sky.
With all the other water vapor passing it gently by.
Maybe they will all join together to form a solid cloud.
Which will move exuberantly here and there,
gliding far with flair.
Until the cloud can cope no longer
Letting lose a mighty row.
Everything comes falling down
moving too and fro.
An older I looks looks up with joy.
As the raindrops pass me by.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
Let me begin, insecurities are disastrous for people, you may think yourself ugly when really you are perfect and beautiful. Don't believe the lies by what envious people say, don't let them slam you down. Don't let negativity engulf you, don't judge yourself, or hate yourself. If you don't like how you feel or how you look, you can work it out in the gym or in a counseling session. Treat your body as if it were a temple. Develop healthy habits instead impulsively bad habits. Sometimes the biggest supporter and your biggest opponent can be yourself. Its a constant battle with your mind, your heart and your emotions. Don't blow a gasket but don't keep it all in, you have to learn how to have self-control. You are beautifully and wonderfully made. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it. A healthy mind and heart creates a happy attitude. Accept that you can never be perfect, but that is what makes up who you are. The person who friends and family can look up too. The person who doesn't care what others think. Because now you know that you are exuberantly jaw dropping gorgeous.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
Yo.
[L1 the "he/his" is my father when I exuberantly said it looked like...April.]
(sonnet #MMMMMMCXIX)
Ah me! His short reply: "It's February." dense
With aye, signifcance--oh! but how these pale
Yet baby-blue fresh skies white cloud puffs trail
Across in, like to ice floes' vague pretense
Upon some vast sea, whilst the sparrows thence
Chirp gaily, distant as the fragile scale
Of golden warmth's note--heavn's eye in detail
Thus proffers--hints of April in aught sense!
Come, feel it in your bones, nor say tis poor!
Tree skeletons' long naked boughs splashed to
Effect shift as thet purplish touch haunts fer
A space cloud islands and oh! Say we knew.
Yes, I still cherish these, whileas the moor
Lies frozen, glad tis cuz I miss Mum too.
01Feb17a
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
Will you forever stay
A man of dreams?
You can never be
Included into my reality.
For one does not induce
The fall of preciousness.
Even when you are
In my gaze all day,
Even when I imagine
Your hand upon
The small of my back,
Or your eyes laughing
Into mine exuberantly.
You are painfully
None of this.
When you occupy
My state of mind
And alter my thoughts
Into wayward longings,
I cannot reach across
To establish your warmth
Into my memory.
I will pretend that no imagining
And no affinity binds me
Inexplicably and unquestionably
To your loveliness!
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
~ ~ ~
Bright man, Soft locks man
~ ~ ~
My bright man, noble man
my tall petit prince king.
Your hearts beauty is this
woman's sweetiest dream.
When you think of me,
when you think of us,
on the night we first met. . .
Do you reminisce well -
or do you reminisce hell!?
How brave you were - after
indulging in the potion green;
embracing me, for the first
time - tight across my
right shoulder.
And there - I wished for the first
time - you were my life's boulder.
And you laughed and laughed loud,
happily drunk, and infatuated with me;
as I were with you - darling - already!
And then - you exclaimed exuberantly:
This girl is so cool - guys!
This girl is so cool!
You really are cool- girl!
And then - I blushed a little. . .
And then - I rushed a little
just to let you know. . .
who I really was.
And I said
back to you
I am a woman.
And I said back to you
I am a mother of a child
Sweet beyond compare.
And you laughed and you laughed
Like a sweet tempest approaching
In the beauty of the darkest night;
To sweep me off my feet
to sweep me off the board
to land on the new shores
to find myself drowning in
your charming embraces
I don't believe you - girl!
You're pulling me off!
You want to trick this honest,
playful man, who ain't playing no game!
You want to trick this honest,
playful man, who ain't playing no game!
My soft locks, noble man
My tall petit prince king
Don't you see the ring?
How shy your First
words seemed to me
about Star Elysium
Infinite lmmortality,
written paths to be. . .
new age books covers
and a scent of Poetry.
I saw stars in your smile
and you saw a devil in me;
overwhelmed with energy ~
This ******* life's intensity!
Then I asked you,
Yes, you - alluring strange man!
Yes, you - the arogant thinker man!
Do you know
for how long
do we know
each other;
Thinking on
one bohemian friend
standing by my side.
And you pretended
you didn't have any clue;
And you pretended
whilst we knew. . .
It was the story about us
It was the story about us
Waiting to finaly meet
We knew so well
Oh yeah- we knew!
This love was written
With flooded ink of times
Flowing in our blood
This love was written
With flooded ink of times
Flowing in our blood
To know your mine
To know your mine
Kiss and hug me for another million moments
Kiss and hug me for another million moments
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
Face twitching in laughter with spilled blue ink stored eyes that await the drought. Laugh it off and hold your structure from breaking down. The child in you is shifting between bedridden negligence and swell spent playground evenings. Dragonflies circling your abdomen - you\ve been nervous; ached for the past flash light of years. A guilty mishap shaped by a mother’s palms and dusted off by a father’s words. Her mental abortion, and his physical disappointment; The stigmatic product. Such black thoughts will fade into the whiteness of snow, but happiness is eventually cursed with superstition. Those who crossed you breathe, while you barely manage your way to it. About to tie an apology around your neck, it occurs to you, how just yesterday you thought to yourself exuberantly that hot showers on sunny winters are to live for; How ironic.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC
The rocks gather and battle the sea
Pebbles laze on the beach
Seaweed slinks over the sand
While the seagulls fly out of reach
A dog runs after a soft fluffy ball
Her owner shouts a command
Children exuberantly chase each other
A couple walk together hand in hand
Steps lead up to the old theatre
A beautiful testament to this town
Dj's and comedy night posters
Let this tiny little Art house down
The old lighthouse in the distance
Guards over the marauding tides
North East South and West
Spreads out on all sides
Never will I ever leave here
I would be lost and all at sea
God put the roots down for my happiness
And it is where I shall always be
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
Once upon a time, two love doves dressed
In white, red and gold, dazzlingly
Stood before the golden crown
Humbly walked down the isle
Vowing naptial vows
To forever,
Ever and
Ever
Stay
With eyes beaming over with sheer joy
Exuberantly cwtched in delight
Whilst flapping their silky wings
Yonder a sinking sun
Crooning lullabies
Of forever
Together
Always
Fly
Till effulgent stars, sun and the moon
Cease shining athwart the heavens
Till all the seas and the oceans
Culminate to deserts
Till all the mountains
Crumble to dust
Till hells' fire
Cease to
Burn
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
*As luck would have it,
there she was
peeking just around the corner
from behind the moon
breathing softly
but breathing love*
*As luck would have it,
for she smiled at me
and every time she smiled
God spoke through her eyes
conveying everything
through her eyes*
*As luck would have it,
her visage of gold beamed
with chalcedony colors
that pierced through my heart
and I couldn't help it
exuberantly smile with sheer joy
every now and again*
*As a strange dark fate had it,
it dawned on me
she was discreetly decamping
fading yonder onyx skies
leaving me a desolate
down the dumps
and a lonesome wanderer
only wishing to ever
catch her glimpse*
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
This isolation has led me to find myself through meditation.
hidden beneath the ego that has held me captive
Locked away in a cage that always left me looking at things so tragic
Needing to realize that there is beauty in the tragedies I face
That ultimately lead me to find my state of grace
To embrace my spirituality
Knowing that I come from spiraling galaxies
Makes everything else seem like small trivialities
We are infinite sources of wisdom that continue to grow
In an ocean with an amazing spontaneous flow
Filled with breath taking waves that never endlessly wash up to shore
That create in me a state of awe and wonder wanting to know and see more
To explore the ins and outs of the core of my soul
To let go of all my fears and doubts
To know what life's truly all about
For it isn't the materialistic things I have that makes me exuberantly glad.
But the love and compassion I give
That make this life so incredibly grand.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
The funny thing about alone
There is no one trying to tell you otherwise
My voice ever so faint
Whispered to me, I listened
It asked questions. I listened
It got louder. I listened.
It comforted. I listened.
It nudged. I listened.
Until I Believed.
Slowly listening turned in to action
“You are valid” it would poke
Believe in what you say
I rose
I stared down fear
Leaning in with a wicked smile
You left me alone for too long
Or in fact just long enough
I changed
A metamorphosis
I am poetry in motion
The verb in a sentence
My body speaks in tongues
My soul unconfined
I am that point of exclamation!
Dotted exuberantly with intention!
Gusto. Bravery. Determination.
Tenacity. Passion. Surrender.
I am focused, honed, excitement.
Electric
A Generator
A live wire
Sparking
Lighting others up.
I am Love
Tender, Strong, Permeating
Patient, Forgiving, Wondrous
A torus of energy, forever folding and renewing
I found me
I found
I AM
The best gift I’ve ever opened.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
His flower blooms in the wind,
Blossoming each direction the wind blows.
Gracefully tucked in the curled petals of self love, Her love.
His flower is innocent, Her petals lingering with the aroma of her lips.
Devoured by the breeze that swoops pass. Engulfed in passion,
His flower. Her love. Her lips.
His flower exuberantly intellectual.
Her stem a temple of spiritual delight, the way she sways, his flower.
Her leaflets drenched with infatuation, Her love is mute.
A bold splash of violet that speaks louder than any word.
There isn't a perfume sweeter than her fragrance.
The bees that loom around in circles, inebriated from such intoxication.
They fall short of her love, Her lips, his flower.
The thought of her lingers.
Humbling itself at will, he submits to her, his flower.
Mesmerized by such beauty, gentle, soothing.
He longs to be the water his flower needs to grow.
Her love
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC