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Joan Karcher Jul 2012
emerald, olive, viridian
oh how you perplex me
forest, jade, chartreuse
why do you tease me so
cyan, verdigris, moss
such excitement arises
to be a word
to be a meaning
is there such a thing,
to have a feeling
to see a vision,
phthalo, pine, teal
are you the same
mint, myrtle, laurel
you make me envious
to be blooming, to be healthy
to be young, to be clumsy
are you callow, how about credulous?
but such a conservationist
unquestioning, so trustful,
tenderfoot and common
the tree, the lawn, the willow
though ecological and crude
a sage in all but name
apple, spinach, pea
aren't you scrumptious,
lime, kelly, bice
are you nature, how about luck
you're pungently rotten
though with such dark beauty and hope,
love and lust ensues
you're the jolliness of balance
and the creative intelligence;
of evil, and decay of money and safety,
will you resurrect me, are you immortality?
such jealousy arises
high goals and honor
so so allusive
healing and vitality
you're calming though fast
lush spring stability,
abundant generosity,
vert vegetation; witchcraft
an aphrodisiac I hear,
are you youth or fading youth?
sunrise and life, growth and fertility
sacred ideology,
eroticized though shameful
so romantic and humble
I see the third ray
or is the the fifth ray, the third eye
are you truth, are you vision
it's becoming a science,
so much compassion
the fourth chakra, the heart,
the centre of us all
a higher consciousness
such a harmonious aura
a hunter, a nurse, a solider, an outdoorsman
villains and superstition
misfortune and prosperity
with toxicity, sickness and death,
recycle and reuse
oh so powerful
you exude auspiciousness
just a holiday
mystical fairies and spirits
though also devilish,
cancer in the stars
a renewal of paradise,
biliously tranquil
are you refreshingly soothing,
peacefully restful,
a naive novice,
very understanding,
is there truly a term for you?
what do you really convey,
countless representations
a definition of name,
or do you signify the feeling, the specimen
the aspect?
though some have no locution for you

here I am,
stepping around the issue
you are you, in any word
yet with a different meaning
Every word in this poem describes or is described by one thematic morpheme
many interludes of laughter pealed
from a jovial kookaburra
who sat high on the elm tree's branch
gaily chortling to himself
as the dawning sun rose
of such merry tidings
the bird did bring
uplifting
was his
joy
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he'd
given
the new day
a jolliness
the mood of much glee
making his chuckling tones
the sound great to listen to
enlivening the heart's spirits
with a bright awakening call
ever so happy in the morning staging
NOLWAZI JOUBERT Jan 2017
She sits watching,
over the plain sky in wondering.
is this how my life should be?
should i even consider this real.

i have been lost for too long in my wanderings,
my dreams have become too real to compare.
yesterday i lay awake yet sleeping,
thinking of ways to make me feel better when i wake up.

then today am caught up in wanderings again,
is my life real,
or is it a dream?
have i dissociated myself too long from reality
that i don't even know if an still in pain?
have i rejected the idea of love
that now all that lives in me is anger?

have i been drown in so much sorrow
that now all i feel is anger?
have i been hurting for too long that i don't even know if am in heartbreak?

what happened to all that jolliness,
what happened to that girl who always had a smile.
what happened to me that now i do not see the beauty of the sky.
my eyes once sparkled like the stars,
but today they have been veiled with darkness.
what happened to that little girl that always tickled my interior,
the giddiness in her has died
VKBoy Jun 2019
Owner of
Eyes that even fish envy
For the allure they own

Holder of
Lips that even bees lust after
For the honey they always bathe in

Possessor of
A voice that even parrots adore
For the jolliness it embodies

Governor of
A fragrance that even flowers fall for
For the happiness it carries

Heiress of
A waist that even goddesses praise
For the curves of the world it can construct

Dear oh my dear
You are the only soul in the world
Who can mutate my madness
To a level never before seen or heard of
As you maneuver my fate
To the enamoring realm of rapture

Asthore oh my asthore
Come and pour your sweetness
On this sad shrinking heart
And breathe life into it
By branding me with thrilling bites
As much as you want
With no qualms or second thoughts
And drown me in the sea of love
Bound by a watertight embrace
Until we sink to the deepest depths of idyll
And explore all there is to experience.
"A thrilling bite is all it takes to lose your heart to another."
Andii Sandi Feb 2019
I guess it is that time of year
when sunset gives more time to twilight
an overcast darkened by the warm light
painted beautifully on mirror calm lake

I think it is that time of year
as the cold numbs your mind at daybreak
a nice time to rest yet you have to stay awake
to rise and start another period of day

I know it is that time of year
when I have to glance back at my way
good one, bad one, or at a point midway
to find or create something of value

I am sure it is that time of year
as memories recall jolliness and rue
to hit reset and start the journey anew
back to origin and to people I hold dear.
rac1 Dec 2023
Friends Family and Love
Within the Holiness
Together Time stands still
For the Spirit of Jolliness
And the Heart calls out for more
The Heart calls out for more
Alan S Jeeves Feb 2020
There he stood with his painted face;
All focused on the bright colours that he wore.
No one saw his eyes (they were out of place)
Why should they?  That's not what they had paid to see.
It was his jolliness that they chose to embrace.

His eyes, though, he could not over paint.
He could only shade round them in order to deceive ~
Nor gloss over them to conceal that troubled taint...
Eyes which contrasted 'gainst a huge red smiling mouth ~
Sad eyes...happy jocose smile... how quaint!

Children laugh, they think he's hilarious fun
(And so he is when you view him from their aspect).
Grown-ups laugh too, when all is said and done;
They won't know what puzzles are under his hat...
'Notalot' ~ if you'll pardon the pun.

I'm not funny, you see, such as is he;
He can recount a million gags  by heart,
Ask anyone if you don't agree ~ with me.
Where he stores them is anyone's guess ~
Maybe neath the spreading chestnut tree.

He has no folks; he has no wife;
He doesn't even have a name of his own.
He has no fulfilment, only strife,
All that he possesses is his own reflection.
(He has no family...has no wife...has no children...has no life).


Today it rained (he's not to blame)
Teamed cats and dogs, so no one came.
He couldn't laugh ~ he tried and tried...
So he, the clown, just cried and cried.

                                                         ASJ
Nargis Parveen Aug 2019
All of you are wrong,
The most venomous isn't serpent but human being,
I become benumbed everyday by poisonous biting.

I am not an angel to contain such poison,
Where will I find anti-venom to get rid of torment?
Is there anyone like me having pain vehement?

Let's create another blue sky,
A sky made of venom.
That sky will never have cloud flying at random.
That sky will never sing pitter-patter song.

That sky will never have moon,
Since venomous light cannot be poetic boon.
That sky will have no sun,
Because sun adorns life with color.
That sky will be a symbol of pain and pallor.
That sky will mock at human civilization.
That sky will always remind civilization;
How uncivilized the civilization is!
How lethal it is!
How perverted jolliness is!
Bashir Ali Najar Jun 2020
You cant escape reality
When it hugs you like a casket
Ready to burry you deep into the ground
It’s there where you I found
The roar of clouds
Or shining of Sun
When I saw you it all seemed a Fun
Whether the black Cuckoo on your windowsill
Playing the music with her projecting beak
Or the disseminate  of Rain drops on your cheeks
All remind me the days of jolliness
Its all your beautiful curls among the wilderness
The dangling earrings dancing with the wind
And the long braids moving with the breeze
The sway  of your feet in the waters of Lidder
Every drop seemed  Sind
Come and hold me near
It’s all along the banks of jehlum
Ettg
Nargis Parveen Oct 2019
I hang out often
With sky and river,
Wind comes and adds
Its mischievous flavor.

Sadness tells happiness,
"You are here for long!"
"When will you stop
Singing this happy song?"

Happiness says showing ballet,
"Don't interfere in dancing beat",
"Rather pass your boredom
Taking a corner seat."

"O grief! Have you ever been to heaven?
Abode of eternal happiness?"
"You only reign over the earth
As tears snatching jolliness."

"Now continue seeing happiness
Sitting lonely in the earth",
"You can cover your gloomy face
If you are envious of mirth."

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