How’s your finger?
How’s your rib?
These are words I don’t ad lib
How’s your backache?
How’s your knee?
Would you read this, I can’t see
Pass the sugar, no, best not
Off my meds now, I forgot!
Where’s the salt, oh, yes I know
Hid it, so it wouldn’t show
I can make it, park the car
Twenty feet, that’s not too far!
Vitamins?, I just took two!
Love to eat but I can’t chew
Perils of a ripe old age
Spiced by memories and sage
None-the-less, I’m here to stay
Hope at least for one more day!
Clouds can close the stars
But can't extinguish them
It means that I did not see you
But it means what I see in you
No one can guarantee a full success
If you don't, who else will do
If you can't write, someone will do
If you don't take it in your hand
There would always be someone else
In real life there are no rehearsals
Every moment is pure ad lib and that's it
To maintain a state of contentment and happiness
One must always move forward without looking back
Our purpose in life is not to seek love
But finding and removing barriers in our life
In order to return to that wondeful feeling
Our life on Earth is learning and gaining experiences
What we have known and manifest in the material world
Without having the final destination
Except the way home back to God
Surely, you will never go wrong.
If you lie
It's all for you
Not for them.
This time
If I come back tired
It's all because of work.
I'm older now
If I don't have it
I won't have it.
I'm happy
Because I'm about
To eat what I want.
Autumn
Let us begin in the current season, Not the season of beginnings but of seasoning.
Leaves bold
Wise, old
Winter
Hither it comes, white or gray, falling, failing, smarting, incredibly enlightening.
Lets go
New show
Spring
New birds of millenials herded into facebook frames, those cribs engaged with each month’s age. I look on, remembering how this boomer’s recollection is in a box, more than one.
Face crib
Ad lib
Summer
Watch those new birdies fly. Life is fleeting. Parents hold onto their wings, sometimes clipping. Grandparents no longer open their wallets to show their pride, but with much more intensity and videos, besides, put the kids front and center for thumbs up, hearts, exclamations, tears, never anger.
Emotes
Devotes
arbitary
random
spontaneity
.casual
thougjts
said
aloud
improvisatoions
impulses
ad-lib
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whim
Spontaneity 2-28-24
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Spontaneity
Arthritic inertia,
Absent of the Prime Mover,
Bursts into astral fireflies of serendipity
Coloring outside deliberate
Past ebony links in tangerine comets
In outbursts of the unplanned ad-lib
Flicks of incandescent glory
And slivers of glee,
Like dolphins leaping or whales breaching
Into the spontaneous’ ephemeral sparkle,
Ignite gusts of rumbling grace
Rushing past anxious spirals,
Sneaking past solemn's gates,
In explosions of uncontained whimsy -
As springs of roiling combustions
Split life draining millstones,
And rock musty routines that shuffle
Bathing the unsmiling dower dirge
With thunder dancing across sullen waters
To christen spontaneity’s godchild
With new robes of unrehearsed mirth
And a dedicated named -
Laughter!
Famine ... charities ... complementary.
Killers; Lions, Hyenas, Snakes, the very
highest on the list, Human traffickers,
with their ad lib, and full-on characters.
Pangolin's are anteaters resembling
armadillos but different. Trembling
leads to curling up into a ball when
they sense danger. They burrow in a den
like hole as a prelude to finding food.
Poor eye sight, lest prey's washes up mood,
Pangolins are keenly scented hunters.
Endangered according to their numbers,
for their scales are coveted, as produced
Chinese medicine, thus hope is reduced.
In service my heart as it cries for love;
What shall I do I am in remorse mode;
Beating ever sweetly covered in blood;
Tangent dreams of ever falling implode;
Eyes catalyst broken in heartache blind;
Heart can't sight where my malignant head is;
Those screams of brazen swollen eyes inclined;
Heartbroken beating no wise appears gives;
Solace passionate joys flooding over;
Challenge burden promises sprung loveless
My heart beats of joy laugher full closure;
Promise to you together we shun less;
Ourselves let us excuse and unlearn this;
May we congregate come ad-lib let's kiss;
8/20/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
9th place~ Placement in Contest
For No 1230. New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 97
The oomph and zing of extra spin
adds razzmatazz to shot akin
to the standing ovation din
a hole in one gets for a win.
The cream screams to the top.
The razzle and dazzle of dance
shake, rattle and roll of romance
is enhanced by the oddball prance
of a jitterbug jive freelance.
Bebop is king of pop.
Jazz embodies the extra dash
of syncopated mish and mash
adding gems of splish, splosh and splash
improvisation in a flash.
Flip-flop until you stop.
A symphony in two part sound:
the fiddler and the frog
played echo in the fog,
a lovely analog.
Crescendoing as they redound,
with none to inhibit
the bow or the ribbit,
they simply ad-lib it.
Then, absent of all jealousies,
acknowledging their need,
they oft exchange the lead,
and neither does impede.
Across the water melodies:
the fiddler on her strings,
the frog, the baseline brings;
delight is given wings.
—————
for The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
a Paulo Comitatu: 8:6:6:6 with abbb, accc, etc.
written on 1/22/23
Actor
factor
Actress
finesse
Icon
beckon
Stage fright
one’s plight
Playwright
in sight
Big star
goes far
Bit part
false start
Lead role
lifts soul
Star cast
so vast
Screen play
per say
Box smash
makes stash
Huge flop
might drop
Sitcom
Aplomb
Reruns
big guns
series
wearies
Fluffed lines
crowd whines
Encore
for more
Contract
intact
Wide screen
makes scene
Cartoon
at noon
Ghost flicks
use tricks
Broad script
equipped
Big break
I’ll take
Sad film
on whim
Long plot
such rot
Freeze frame
fair game
Lip sync
with kink
Flashback
gets flack
Montage
homage
Ad lib
so glib
Drama
trauma
Vignette
typeset
Time lapse
handclaps
Broadway
heyday
Climax
brass tacks
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MY DREAM VACATION
Sharing juicy oranges on a dusty Spanish pavement
The cloudless sky offers no respite from the relentless sun
Free of time concerns, we cycle to our next ad-lib adventure
Guided by suggestions not structure
Blown by the wind, we wing it to wherever
We are not bound by the books
They say: "life is just beyond your comfort zone"
I would add "memories do not follow a timetables"
The unknown awaits the unscheduled
I will long remember the feel of the sticky juice on my hands but the memories of luxury dinners have faded
But planless isn't always painless
Carefully consider your companion
A timid friend will be too traditionalistic to escape
An incautious friend may be imprudent or frivolous
A considered choice of companion opens off-road experiences
Be brave, be adventurous
Escape from conservative chains
Liberated, fly free.
Sponsor L MILTON HANKINS
Contest Name MY DREAM VACATION
Written 29 March 2022
Every time we meet
my heart skips a beat
It must be love
Oh no! I can't tell a lie, I can't ad-lib
It's only my atrial fib
In this rainy coldness of a night
I am drained and dry like a hanging Bacalao.
I hope it comes to pass!
As cant as I am - broken as a rib
As grey as ash is - as dim as an ar$e
Take without hesitation this crib
Burry your fingers in it and pinch this salt
Sprinkle it over my eternal wound as you - ad lib
Watch me burn out in a moment like a thunderbolt!
The crown of this banquet - a jewel
Giving this islander of isolation
A continent of frontiers in a cave of cruel
Boarding and grafting,
Waiting and longing,
I am on the keep as an Egret,
Consumed by the beast that is nibbling from within,
Eating the words in the shadow of regret.
Diving through the burning hellfire
Covered in self-inflicted lacerations of magma
And the beating heart enveloped in wire
Then an impulse in the head...[Snap!] syntagma!
Scream followed by howling
Bloody markings splashed across the wall
Stop the brawl, ante bellum, atoll, at all!
Dropped ad lib in foreign terrain
Not knowing a word of English
It was called ‘learn fast, sink or swim’
You smiled when I first looked at you
Offered to be my translator
Almost too pleased to be helpful
You came on a little too strong
I was uncommonly bashful
You somewhat a bit of a nerd
You kept watching from afar
Became my tacit comfort zone
I truly took you for granted
But honestly, what did I know
We were only kids in fifth grade
AP: 2nd place 2021
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