John Cameron Fogerty
gave us music of quality
with that phenomenal sound
CCR did abound
To my vision; all around some very good poetry, here abounds.'
Many born from 1950s and 60s express thoughts; emotions. That inspire no less!. Who were taught; by those from the
1920s and thirtys..My conjectue? Now on old schools qualitys i
Feel.' I Sense and so will venture. How many realitys caused this
Nomenclature? from a period quite challenging.' Iitself i beleive' I see
A very different manner.? Much more regard; for each other; a homelife
very focused on' by a father and mother, prayer at class
And full cream milk in your glass, fights in the playground
Unill teachers intervened at last; the piggyback rides and climbing trees, algebra caligraohy and math by rote, if you please,
Respect for the elderly was rammed down your throat.' Maybe
All was not perfect.? And i do not gloat! Yet such rich yeilds' From these people, and their ideals' it comes to me' that in all this essence grew; in many nations that their
Wide world knew' as Christendom, am i in error? Or is this all; historically true?
The ugly old tomcat was feral
Rumors abound that he’s sterile
But when the moon’s high
All the hot kitties sigh
Tease that old boy at your peril
INTERNATIONAL!!
Criminals a'caught here.?
Send masks to cover faeces.)
it’s not its striking unique slate of tones
as if vincent had risen from his century
long sleep
it is not nature’s rich hypnotic melodies
or the slim fingers of gusts touches our
very cores
stirs emotions in the coldest of humans or the
crackling sound under our new walking shoes
it is not the acorn berets chipmunks discard below
white oaks once they devour its scrumptious meat
not the wagon rides or the hot chocolates that
stamps its marker on children’s innocent faces
it’s not the bliss(greater than any gift) our kids
ingratiates us in displaying their unadulterated
love returned continuously and unconditionally
this adventure reminds us of our blessings
a welcomed little something beyond cities
however it’s not any one single happening
of this season which fills our hearts warm
it’s the multitude of many moments
the ones greater than any reality or
of all the fantasies found in dreams
deep within our fortresses built
it’s all the endearing memories
autumn leaves
armand~
I've embraced the heart of endearment
I given my heart to Him
And within my confound engagement
I found my life flourished in Him
Walking into His arms of duty
Chosen to be His truly
I am set and I am bound I abound in Him
For He is my truest love only, Amen
5/20/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
God does make hearts pound
Christmas has been all around
His love will abound
we were in a crowd
sang Christmas carols clear and loud
love God we have vowed
leaves were bright and green
tall Christmas tree quite a scene
know what God does mean
God and His presence
created happy moments
with Christmas presents
God gave us a hand
our Christmas time we had planned
followed His command
God shall always satisfy
Christmas gifts he did supply
from heaven in the sky
James Hilarious Precarious Horn
Preparer of Horn Haiku
Secret codes abound
in letters and their sounds
The gold to mine ~
deep beneath the lines
A sweet memory of our school days
We walked to school everyday
With a light school bag
Under a blue sky
With rain or sunshine abound
Only a few books in the school bag
But many flowers pluck
Or junk food bought along the way
We only had to finished our homework
Before we're free to play
We memorised lessons for our tests
Which were simple and straight forward questions
Never got tuition
We're left to learn and recite ourselves
Till we remembered
A simple style of school life
But with confidence,independence and wisdom
A nature lover
A love for freedom
A love for a simple life
the mysteries of life abound
the world is a mystery
we know some things mostly we don't
but feeling is our forte
it's about the ones that we love
or innocents needing help
a kind word and a gentle touch
with a sweet smile for payment
it is the gold we're looking for
the ideas' been around
to care about more than money
to show love has the power
then when people walk by your place
they'll whisper there's magic there
Fake gurus abound, be careful
Why search for middleman
Be as God made us: beautiful
No filter, save love scan
Light flame of innocence
Our soul’s luminescence
Blissful effervescence
Fear spins us around
Fake gurus abound
15-February-2022
Quietus
Poetry Day
Time to think
Ideas abound
A day’s begun
Have always fun
Conquer one’s fear
Seek intellectual cheer
Long hours—yes
Your poetry towers
Day to night
Night to day
Work sure
Words count
Perfection is no fool
Passion is always the rule
Keep the faith
Enjoy ideas and writing
Have fun
No matter the pun and outcome
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 5, 2021 (Free Verse)
Blackberry lilies festoon, primroses flourish under bush, sea aster’s nectar for red admiral
R-ead
A-uthor's
M-essage
I-n
L-ovely
&
M-arriage
A-nniversary
R-ightfully
I-nterpreting
F-abulous
E-xpression's
F-orm
U-ntil
E-xcellent
N-uptial
T-heme
I-n
C-omposition
I-s
L-etting
L-ove
A-bound
Topic: Anniversary of Ramil & Marife Fuenticilla (February 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Leaves scatter and turning
Trembling
Captured
In the white yonder
All hit the ground
Seeking the light abound
Covering away pristine
The dancing, fertile green
As zephyr breath fights
Against the autumn wind bite
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