I am the balloon man bears eat my fingers the circus clowns grow my seeds. Forgive all of your dirty deeds.
Categories:
63, analogy, fantasy, imagination, mythology,
Form: Free verse
My world moves parallel to yours
Try as I might I cannot reach you
I may understand from a vantage point
But I’ll forever wonder
Try as you might you’ll never reach me
You may only imagine
But you’ll try to help anyway
And that may be enough
Categories:
63, anxiety, friend, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Continually and often shall I praise you
as long as I am breathing I will praise you
as long as I live I will shout your name
in voice all activate my life I'll speak your praises
as long as I'm breathing I will praise you
I will praise you as long as I live and your name
in voice I'll activate my life I'll speak your praises
your name I will lift up my hands and praise
I will praise you as long as I live and your name
as long as I live I will shout your name
your name I will lift up my hands in praise
continually and often shall I praise you
5/4/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Categories:
63, 10th grade, blessing, feelings,
Form: Pantoum
On this day of love, I will follow the crowd
And give to you lots of chocolates and flowers.
But my love for you, I will say loud and proud
Is all year long… every minute, every hour.
Categories:
63, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Eccentric but cool
A vanguard of modern jazz
Boldly blowing past bebop
Challenging the status quo
The magnetic Miles Davis
Categories:
63, appreciation, art, black african
Form: Tanka
Alone I enter my dim empty house and mourn our slain president
Monoku
Written 2/15/22
Categories:
63, presidents day, sad,
Form: Monoku
Morning breeze,
stir:-,
how cuckoo?.
Categories:
63, bird,
Form: Haiku
School was out for annual Christmas break
Ice and snow hung around many a week
A friend and I did what one should not do
Went onto a frozen canal to skate
Some lads we knew were giving us some cheek
Boohoo
One lad pinched my friends hat from off her head
Chased him I did, what came next haunts me so
Iced cracked and yes I was in for the swim
The boys were brilliant, I could've been dead
Bravo!
The Speaker Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Categories:
63, christmas, fear, hero, winter,
Form: Curtal Sonnet
(I apologize, as I have been busy writing a novel
and have not posted poetry for a long time!
I pray you, forgive my absence, and read this
little contribution, written with heart!)
Dost Thou, in seeking Love, mistake Romance
For Love’s sweet angel, calling out to thee?
Romance is but a dull fellow, who pants
And huffs and barks incessant, up the tree!
But Love, O Love’s a King in beggar’s clothes,
Who sits at th’ gate each day, to see the Queen—
And when she rides forth, he presents a rose
‘Tis all that he may do—his heart is clean!
For she hath sworn her beauty and her heart
To another King than he, greater, and kind
Who hath won her troth by simple, honest art
And purity and gentleness of mind.
O, do not with Romance, elope, and find
Love’s greater Beauty lost, and fallen behind!
Categories:
63, absence, desire, emotions, endurance,
Form: Sonnet
Gained in 1957 our Independence.
Hailed by all as the Black Star, the gateway and leader to Africa's independence.
At the turn of this decade, are we truly independent?
Not yet politically, economically, and socially truly independent?
All the toil and blood of our fathers were they in vain?
God, You did indeed bless our homeland, intended her to be great and strong.
Humility truly has made us boldless and fearful
All we have is pseudo-peace: no good name worthy of upholding and defending.
No longer does honesty reign in this nation, untruth of all kinds is the order of the day.
All of our strengths and our hearts we serve Ghana not but our selfish interests.
God invigorate us to defend our heritage
Humility kindly substitute with hard work, entrench honesty and please as jara add punctuality.
And help us to resist our self-serving individualistic nature.
Nurture unto to us leaders with the state’s prosperity truly in their hearts.
And with all our will and might we shall follow them, playing our best part, forevermore.
Categories:
63, africa, encouraging, future, history,
Form: Acrostic
All mankind is weak at heart
we are helpless and hopeless to a tee
our sin wraps us around its finger
tripping us up always so very easily
But there is a way to escape
there's one who we can pursue
all power and grace belong to him
out of His perfect love all things He can do
Pursue this God who is eternal
be passionately pursuing His person
cling closely for He is able
to bless you indeed His will be done
Make your soul be close to God
for His right hand to you will uphold
what greater security can you have?
the Lord God more precious than gold
(Psalm 63:8 New International Version (NIV)
I cling to you;
your right hand upholds me.)
Categories:
63, bible, god, spiritual, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
Categories:
63, inspirational, words,
Form: Imagism
thinking
resting
alone,
my
thoughts
wander
here,
then
there
stopping
landing
then..
floating
away
on
the
breeze..
of
memory
inspired by theme clip to Desert Island discs radio show
Categories:
63, dream, imagery, inspirational,
Form: Verse
summer rain
- on the window
-- book in hand
---
autumn leaves
- on front yard
-- coffee perking
---
Categories:
63, seasons,
Form: Haiku
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 63
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
Poïetics the creative process neither
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
Who has returned to re-possess carcass to let
If ever one there was what does he remember
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
Which Pharoah still sails to lands unknown in debt
Which Zhong Guo Emperor led clay armies conquer
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
Yi Jing puts most of it down to whims of climate
The old lay their weary bones down by winter
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
To kill no one first needs bury the hatchet
No Marquis de Sade roughride Justine either
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
Does Death disintegrate essence ultimate
Cult of the Unknown Fear of the Nether
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
63, birth, death, violence,
Form: Villanelle
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