"zestful" poems
**Pirates crashed whimiscal skulls in a jiffy, venturing
quenched excruciating desires at zestful bounties.**
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
Candleabra's flickering flames
cast a shimmering dancing
shadow of me,
upon my golden coffer overhead,
brought about by a sudden gust
of window-wind... God's finger-breeze...
Master airy-finger puppeteer
you are
dance the leaves
about my Autumn yard...
Push and stir
soft light newly blanketed wintry snow
on lifting eddies,
causing flying fancy, barnyard dancer's dos-a-dos
among infinitesimal,
and featherweight
delicately frozen
crystal-looking flakes...
Push tiny tango waves
upon reflected sparkling silvery lakes
that crest s l i d e then fall
And spectator trees
that enciricle about the watery ballroom-lake
surface-floor,
then with airy fingertips
clap, clap together
the loudly whispering and rustling leaves
that applaud
the watery dancing waves below...
And with windy fingertips
sail white billowing cotton like
vapor-sails
across an unplowable
oceanless
spatial blue...
Glad God
You mostly are
puppeteer of every star
Dance sundries of objects
on your play-ball planet
and puppet-likened stage
And let me laugh
in zestful rage
about danceable things
that can be danced,
that can be danced
on windy-finger days...
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
it is beautiful
it is majestic
and it is guileful
and is eccentric
a speck on the tower of wall
that bridges and connects
two different enthralls
even fate dare not object
i was on its foot,
for i sought to grasp
and tried to peek
on the place it leads
i listen to the jarring echoes
the other side is full; a chaos
it seems, but i felt solace
in its mournful yet soulful melody
i heard words that are familiar
those that i chose to blur
in my being for a long strife
that i dwell to keep inside in an eternity
i ought to release the beautiful words
that is long chained
i long to feel the majestic emptiness
and sense the other side that is zestful
and clutch onto its empathetic possibilities
only if it bridges to a multitude,
only if perspective it will connect,
only if it is not unchained,
only if it is opened.
Aug 16, 2022
Aug 16, 2022 at 7:17 PM UTC
You are
*******
Brilliant
Con man
Devoted
Enigmatic
Father
Gregarious
Healer
Indignant
Jovial
Kartikeya
Liar
Machiavellian
Narcissist
Ogre
Provider
Quaint
Resilient
Sage
Thief
Ubiquitous
Vagrant
Wanted
Xylene
Yawl
Zestful
All these things are only a small representation of that which you were.
To be honest
These are
only the things
That I recall
You being to me
Being for me
I refuse to Sanctify you
I refuse to Demonize you
You Sir
Gone so many days
Missed for so long
Moons have passed
Pleasures which I
I prayed you observed
Millions of events large and small
have come and gone since that day
Most of which
are insignificant
Many of which
will never be complete with out you having been there
You are gone
these things are what you were
you are still alive in me
so they are things that you are
and I have to accept that I am.
It has been 9 years and counting...
r.i.p.
Pops
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 11:14 PM UTC
A Scintillating Smile which suits your face is what
I wish for you this BIRTHDAY…
A Sagacious Success which would comfort your life is what
I wish for you this BIRTHDAY…
A Lucky Luck which would brighten your journey throughout is what
I wish for you this BIRTHDAY..
A Zestful Zenith which you deserve ahead is what
I wish for you this BIRTHDAY…
A “FOREVER FRIENDSHIP” which would unfurl in a lovely way is what
I promise you this BIRTHDAY…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 5:39 AM UTC
Your contagious grin,
Your bubbly happiness,
Your zestful spirit.
You are an unintentional liar,
with a simulated appearance.
The world misled by this facade.
I know you though,
as clear as the cloudless sky,
and I hear them all,
the thunders,
in your sighs.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
Saying your name is like singing a melody.
Through grace and rhythmic harmonious symmetry.
Easing every moment in posthumous remedy.
Printed in the stars, your face and your name my lady.
Here I stand, beside your golden throne.
As if the moment will soon be gone.
No single lifetime is more than enough.
If you won't be here with me, in times so tough.
Each moment is like forever, so please leave me, never;
Momentous in your presence, is my heart;
Enchanted, still hoping, though we're worlds apart.
Night may come and dusk may arrive,
Dawn will appear after, and I'll be alive.
Only for one moment in such little time.
Zestful and beautiful may even rhyme.
And you my girl, my woman, my lady, would forever be mine.....
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
Ambitious achievements
Believable dreams
Continual dedication
Distinguished devotions
Empathy assembles
Fabulous frames
Genuine exceeds
Helpful highlights
Indications increase
Joyful overpowers
Kindness proceeds
Laughter succeeds
Management changes
Nomination strengthens
Optimism produces
Politeness conquers
Quiet decides
Restful reminds us
Satisfying solutions
Triumphant sensations
Understandable involvements
Victory defeats
Worthiness reigns
X-ray heals questions with
Yearning desires
Zestful concludes 26 meanings
Deborrah Ann Stenberg
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
Those days when you just can’t wait to go to bed.
Not to slump down onto it in yielding surrender
or fall into it in tears, face first and meat red,
but to gently pull back the pillowy quilt
and the sheets, with tiny blue flowers,
flannelette, like a fresh work shirt,
so that when you slide in carefully
and make your cave in the sheets
the hug is work-arm strong
and reminds you of soil
and wheelbarrows
and gardening
and building
in the sun
as it sets…
and rises…
open eyes
still hugged,
you stand lightly
then soft pad to warm,
dark, sweet, pitch-bitter
coffee, and lifting the mug,
you pause before the first sip
of bliss, flooding deep in waking
flavours from magic beans grown
in ancient Ethiopian forests, noticed
by folk when curious goats turned zestful,
becoming a helper for evening prayer, to allow
hard work and intentional presence to earn well
your tiredness, so that you just can’t wait to go to bed…
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 10:44 PM UTC
Another dab of red on her lip
A final spray of fragrance
Baubles cuffing her dainty wrists
And a spring in her step
She steps out and steps into the car
Their eyes meet, a sparkle across one of her 32
He nods with a giggle, "Finally, the day has arrived..."
Zestful fingers turn the key, the engine revs up
And like always, she completes his sentence
With a bright one across her face
"Yes, the day we set each other free."
And together they burst
While little Macy and Phillip
Make promises, young in love
From afar, below the cliff,
They see light shine so bright, like fire burst
And perhaps, they were only firecrackers
Thinks Phillip, his innocent mind
Unable to tell a blast from a burst
But Macy knows, for she caused the brakes to fail
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
A home
un-bounded love.. and light
with growing
dark hidden fissures
from stabbing inquiries..
each day's exhortation
to depart and exhale..
fierce need to locate
the source of his
heart's agitation...
Inheritance pleaded and won
exceedingly more than
the packet he carried..
exaltation.. expanding.. exhaling
a journey begun with
destination promising the
solutions he sought...
Arrival unease..inquiries
begin to unfold..
gathering clouds.. dark
shadings of fear and doubt..
questions persisting once more
desparate need.. to inhale..
At last recalling inherited light
remembering.. immediately
he knew..
a season now ending
his identity now clear
confidence leaping.. inhaling
electricity flowing
home-bound...
A welcoming light
celebration and feasting
soon shaded by
a brother's irritation..
sharp glances absorbed
with joyful glow..
he recognized an echo
of recent ventures below..
brother's birthing pains
a gift
of precious in-sight...
New departure now pending
spring's budding and fragrance
life breathes with seasons
inherited light
zestful.. exhaling
new creation.. calling
from those places
below.
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 6:20 PM UTC
They say 'when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.'
Had 'they' made lemonade before,
'they' would know just how much sugar is required to do so,
and life rarely throws that at us.
Even if it did, it would be hard to pick up, what with it being dissolved in residual lemon juice and all that.
But that's beside the point.
She stands there being
pummelled
with
lemons.
Not even sour-faced
although the acidity erodes her open wounds.
I ask 'does it not burn?'
She replies 'just tingles like a lemony sun'
and then smiles that crescent silver lining
which tames the acrimonious bite that makes me wince.
Little lemon pip tears drop from my eyes
and she collects them in her palms.
'Just a yellow lemon tree,' she sings in her zestful tone.
She may not be the type to catch, juggle and juice them,
but if she could,
she would be the sugar in her lemonade.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
We both are passengers,
Aboard the Ship of Love.
It helps us pass through,
Both crests and troughs.
The waves are so harsh,
Risk running aground.
So we would just grasp,
Grasp each other's hand.
For dear life we may care,
Could we ever be separated.
Loving you is not a child's play,
Patiently waiting is your lover.
Never doubting our faithfulness,
Kraken of confusion scare us not.
Doubling the sweetness in love,
Expecting dreams to come true.
Zestful we must carry forward,
Years to follow up in our lives.
Keep away only till we meet,
Halting not before marriage.
Under construction this stays,
Healthy bridge is being built.
Xeroxing each strong pillar,
Volunteer for own relation.
Jerking away each problem,
Most of them will be solved.
Opportunity that knocked,
Queenly way we treated it.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
I keep waiting
every single day
for your return
with a bag
full of memories
and good times
that we shared
Where are you?
I can't see
the slightest hint
of your presence
What about those
promises of 'forever'?
Why did you
start an end?
Now I wonder
if you will
ever come back
in good time
or will you
let me down?
Now I fear
you will return
zestful as ever
hopeful to run
but I won't
be able to
for I would
be too exhausted
of this wait
only to run
away from you.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
If I wish on a star
Will my dream come true?
Will it end all my fantasies
And my dreams of you?
I hate that I love you
Your smile, your touch
I hate that I love you
When you hurt me so much
Without a care in the world
I used to trust and believe
And without a care in the world
You savagely made my heart bleed
He was my Zestful Zookeeper
And I was his Lovely Ladybug
We had a 'once in a lifetime'
We were undeniably in love
We shared the same spot
In our cozy bed at night
I slept right on top of him
I love how he'd hold me so tight
It was the lyrics to a song
That won me his heart
It was his innocence and humor
From him you couldn't tare me apart
Yes we had problems
Like all relationships do
But I swore I'd never see the day
When ours came so quickly unglued
We had a studio downtown
It was our sweet home together
It was also where I found him
With that girl, his secret lover!
I tried so hard to be strong
I tried to hold it together
But he maliciously murdered my soul
I see it in my mind just play over and over!
Now I'm scared to fall asleep
It's only of him that I dream
Maybe it's God's way of reminding me
Nothing is ever what it seems
.......So time has passed
And I tried to move on
Now it is him that is tortured
So he keeps singin his song
With lyrics of regret
He sings of sorrow and mourn
He left me heartless and cold
He left himself alone and self-scorned
So I look into the night's sky
And what do I see...
A beautiful falling star
I hope was meant for just me
If I wish on this star,
Will my dream come true
That I'll never dream again
And I'll stop loving you?
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
The sun in her last strength,
As she readies to takes her rest,
for the next day at length.
Leaves behind a pretty picture,
One of,
Orange,
Blue, and
Violet.
Composed and hinged,
All perfectly together,
In the most beautiful gradiant.
Admiring her zestful Rays,
Landing a simple kiss,
As she gently fades.
Into the noir sky we go,
But I will see you again,
Because you are, you know,
The best part of my mornings.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 9:34 AM UTC
Her round face,
The button nose,
And sweet voice.
Her glowing skin,
The plumpy chin,
And **** midriff.
Her friendly nature,
The Hïnđū outlook,
And divine soul.
Her infant thoughts,
The youthful spirit,
And zestful love.
How should I not love her?
She's my future partner of life,
And why not, she's my future wife.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 11:59 PM UTC
Alas, ridding,
every nasty thought,
inside.
Leaving everything
zestful, especially roses,
on precious hills,
yodeling loudly.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
Zestful is his demeanor
Alluring is his mind
Young he is at heart
Noble he is on a whole
Omnipotent is his soul
Nurturing he is, most of all
And a letter of his name starts each line of this poem
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
People often think that I’m weird
Because I love to read
German grammar and usage texts.
Okay, I concede:
It’s not normal to read through
Such books from cover to cover;
But it’s not so strange when you are considered
A German language lover.
It also makes sense when one’s
A German language learner
To read a book most people consider
NOT a real page turner.
But German—Ach!—I love the language;
I love to speak it and hear it.
I love how it bounces off the tongue.
(It’s a shame that some won’t go near it.)
The language really tickles my ears;
To me it doesn’t sound snooty.
Because of its crispness and clarity, I
Appreciate its beauty.
Unlike the Italians, the Germans don’t
Talk with their hands.
They also don’t sound like drill sergeants
Shouting out commands.
And Germans, unlike speakers of English,
Don’t confuse “her” with “she”;
They also don’t have a problem knowing
When to use “I” or “me.”
The German language sounds fresh and vivid,
Vivacious, spirited, and zestful.
It’s not a language that lulls you to sleep
In a manner quiet and restful.
Listen to the great German poems
That go back many years
By Eichendorff, Goethe, and Heine.
Music to my ears!
Don’t forget that English is
A Germanic language. It’s true!
But now a lot of our words come from Latin
And other languages, too.
When I’m feeling down in the dumps,
Sad or a little morose,
All I need to perk me up
Is German in a large dose.
Beauty is in the eye of the viewer;
That idea holds sway.
It’s also in the ear of the listener.
What more can I say?
- by Bob B
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
A person with intentions to love forever only deflowers.
I was wrong, I remember
Those nights, it was nothing but plum kisses from left to right
And your nose tickling my stomach.
Zestful.
All the blood would flow to my head.
Making me pink with ecstasy.
The nectarous smell of excretion fulfilled an image
And our fingers--- they would intertwine as if you felt I would slip away.
Sensational… amorous!
You would look me in the eyes, I would
look you in the eyes, a message would travel
this is more than just coition. Well in my
noggin I believed that. You wear a good look, callous.
I’ve been dumbfounded.
I look in the mirror. I am a stranger
To what I see. I now feel stripped
From my myself, your pupils have seen it all. You did this.
I feel disgusted, letting you dine
As if I was a restaurant. Twiddling and fumbling
As if you were blind and I was braille.
I now bathe in regret. Scrubbing
Till I can no longer feel your touch.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 9:24 AM UTC
Matters passed into the silence
We're both left as nemophilists
Too tired to breathe sprightly
Color the sea, another sky for me
Beautiful yellow as your hair, dress and comb
You are sylphic with skin of peachy monochrome
From sunset, sunrise your body feels of foam
Yet again to whisper "lets get lost'' in a brisk tone
But I cannot see into the sunset
All I know is that you're perfect right now
The zestful weekend’s almost here now
The furthest reaches of your nowhere town
Making peace with an empty town
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
She was angry and anxious
Bored and beautiful
Calm and courageous
Delightful and dazzling
Elegant but not easy
Faithful and fierce
Grumpy and great
Harsh and always hungry
Ideal and idiotic
Jealous and jittery
Keen and kind
Lame and lazy
Mad and magical
Naive and nasty
Obedient and oblivious
Panicky and passionate
Quick and quiet
Rare and raw
Sad and salty
Talented and talkative
Unaware and unbiased
Vague and valuable
Wandering and wanting
Young and hated yellow
Zealous and zestful
She was complete!
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
He is all I need
All the scented sensual sweetness
That bewitches me deeply
All the scintillating sensational man
That has me so intoxicated
So captivated by his bold, ****** moves
He puts me in a state of perpetual excitement
Speaking his name passionately
Feeling his desirable enticing flame
Drive me insane with his saucy eye-popping game
When he flexes and caresses his muscles
When he arrests and finesses
My picturesque heavenly lands
Abounding in naturally incomparable homosexualness
Charm every part of me
Conquer my prized private parts
Permeate me with astonishing wonder
My boldest and most dangerous fantasy
Make me gasp as he crashes
Into my tantalizing love tunnel
Pound me remorselessly
Make me bounce on every ounce
Of his muscle-bound profoundness
Feel his progression of aggression
His hot-off-the-press perfection
Unstoppable top-drawer sausage
That makes me holla the more
He deconstructs my guts
****** me with his mean supreme moves
Feel the peerless fierceness
Of his masterfully made manliness
Pressed against my satin-soft vulnerable body
Stretch the depths of my wetness
Make me concede to his prodigious cataclysmic litness
Make me frenzied as ****
Make me shudder while he declutters my structure
Make me scream while he clings his hands
To my beautifully compact shoulders
Saturate my manhole with his poetically zestful delectableness
Devour me, overpower me, guide me
Into his rollercoaster of riveting rapture
My deep-voiced dapper splash
My awesome exalted marvel
Tear me apart, dig deep inside of me
Hypnotize my inner world
Shock my wet walls
Cause me to fall in his crowned splendiferous heartland
Of mighty energetic freshness
As he ejects his juicy man fluid
In my wicked kissable slit
Feb 15, 2023
Feb 15, 2023 at 10:13 AM UTC