Hello Today
My blinds read aglow___|
as if illuminated loose leaf__|
I'm drawing the tasseled strings_|
with a hearty anticipatory hopeful _ |
Precious Lord what might today bring_ |
rum-tum-tum like a drum
full of emptiness; anticipatory
what shall I eat - food or zest?
I wait for the clang
rum-tum-tum like a drum
with brand new tires. tirelessly
I can wait for fresh and vinyl
for a good long song, like
rum-tum-tum like a drum
yet while I wait, I’ll eat
lettuce? avocados? or score
coffee cake to go with a lake
of caffeine intake. full of
rum-tum-tum like a drum
anticipatory hum of new wheels
Repressed
Like I'm tied down
Suffocated
Like your hands are on my throat
Anxious
Like the other shoe is going to drop
Alone
Like nobody is really listening
Claustrophobic
Like these walls are closing in
Anticipatory
Like any second it'll all come apart
Horrified
Like I should recoil from you when you do this
Ashamed
Like I'm wrong for still loving you
Weak
Like I don't have the strength of mind to just leave
Dilapidated
Like a building collapsing into rubble and dust
Cowardly
Like I should have stood up to you, even if I only did once.
Inspired by “Poems and Poets” by Anne Winter
“For once in my life,
I want to be a poem” — Anne Winter
If I were a poem
could my poem be a poet?
If such could be done
who besides me would know it?
If my poem—as a poet—wrote something new
could I as a poem be the other poem too?
Or would I simply exist on a document list
along with other poems that coexist?
(As a poem I would be …)
Living on the edge of poetry forms’ parameters
Running ever changing rapids of trochees and iambs
Line dancing varied rhythms of iambic pentameters
da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM ad infinitum
Dancing two-step footles with the poem of my dreams
Braving slalom ski runs of Klein’s Vase Verse
Climbing lofty peaks of Heroic Crown of Crowns
Then doing it all over again in reverse
(I do have a poetic license you know …)
I think of such thoughts from time to time
when my muse is confused and obtuse
Especially when finding it hard to rhyme
my head flooded with thoughts most abstruse
What would it take for me to be a poem
vice versa my poem to be poet?
The very next time my muse starts to roam
I’ll try to find out—don’t you know it!
The woods are on fire was my first thought
But I was the one who wanted this journey
So, I took another step into the unknown
The night had turned red, it was a blood moon
Ominous to some? To me, it felt like home
There was a comfort in seeing the souls of the trees
They had always nurtured me, tonight was no different
I saw lights in the distance, the castle of the soothsayer
She had lit the path along the way with spirited reds
A hazy mist in the distance almost looked like snow
I knew it was remnants of her magic; she had begun without me
I am her heir, her apprentice, a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.
My steps felt light now, there was anticipatory joy in my heart.
I was almost home, where my true training would begin.
I would become an alchemist like my mother and her mother.
The sorceress threw out a wave of pink in a lovely welcome.
A festival for all who so to hail,
Who freely get anticipatory bail
To break all social norms,
Turn on head all set forms
And get a nod, the powerful to rail.
A mixed blur of mischief,
Freedom, so what if brief,
Where humour and prank’s prime,
Irreverence no crime.
In any a kingdom
Carnivals blur wisdom--
Hoping to kiss bosom
Gets to kick but bottom,
Yet, what so, how so ‘tis,
Joy unfolds if not bliss,
A toast is it, all transgressions to tail.
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Happenings|12.03.2025| joy, colour
Note: The Indian festival of colour called Holi was celebrated on 13/14 March.
Tis not the age of lushy, dewy dawn
the springtime of our race
when we knew not right or wrong.
In the gardens of the past,
before we knew a story had begun
There was room for naive error
afore the coming of the Son.
But not for us -no- for we live in the fall:
the anticipatory autumn afore the harvest
at the twilight of time.
What powers have been set before us!
A wealth of resources to wield both right and wrong.
And there are fewer and fewer excuses for wild error
now that the deposit of faith has grown so great.
We live in an age that requires precision and care,
and a heart that can hear our Lord's
still, small voice
amidst the panicked crescendo of time.
2025-03-13 ~8:45-8:56 PM thought of ~7:30 AM on March 11th or 12th
I sensed something spectacular was going to happen
So, I stayed in place, secure behind a fallen oak
The forest did not share secrets with unhidden humans
Feeling anticipatory winds from the west, I remained silent
The fey would not come out and play if they heard me.
Within a few minutes a faerie shower began
Faeries of all shapes and sizes rained in the middle of the clearing
A startled deer bound off, showing her white tail
I had no idea they could jump that high from a standing position
Faeries have a weird tittering laugh, it tinkles like dainty chimes
Hundreds of them landed on toadstools, mushrooms, and ferns.
I sneezed and they were gone in an instant.
Agape
athirst, vigilant
anticipatory, eagerly, expectanting
welcomely warmed, watchful
dislike, ill will, unkindness
animosity, enmity
Apathetic
3/12/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Nebraska has turned herself gray early this year
A desolate cornfield stands torn and disheveled
A cold front comes in from the north
She whips a few strands from the stalks
An anticipatory shiver goes through the field
An empty feeling of winter saturates the ground
Deer have decimated the last few corn kernels
Nebraska winters rival those in Michigan
Hand already in pocket
For a charming locket
Could stop midway
Because of what it did say:
Hand in a sunny afternoon
Beginning to freeze
The enthused about Honeymoon
Enveloped in Unease.
For every sweet
Asserting the sweat
And that the sweat
Glories in the sweet.
The fire in the buyers eyes
Are by it quenched,
Their anticipatory cries
By same benched.
About Worth and Value
We endlessly argue
Bares the truths and lies
Barred to even yeast - benefitting eyes
For Drugs 'One' and Two
Hinting at the more potent or safer
And for what we chew
The ones to treasure, even if a water
For Article A and B
Often The Differential
And about which is almost for free
Permitting The Inferential
In the Christendom, The Blood of Jesus
In Satan's, Your own Red and White Blood Cells
High price!
A weird disturbance in the belfry….werewolves or worse?
Batwing held on a bit tighter to her bulging old purse.
Count Dracula’s red eyes bounced open in morbid surprise.
Spooky goblins chasing ghouls. Gargoyles smiles are on the rise.
October is the month for things to be slightly amiss.
The ebony toad hops away from warm cauldron’s kiss.
Witches on wispy broomsticks, showing off strange tricks.
Coffin sleepers glory in trick-or-treating shticks.
Magic in the air, anticipatory sheen.
What day is it daughter? Of course it’s Halloween.
Grab your mask, your costume and orange madness boots.
The owls are all atwitter, hooting pumpkin shoots.
A Magical Family Christmas
The smell of flickering, tall balsam candles,
reflecting on the mirrored wall.
Heavenly music dancing mixed with the loving
voices of a large, close family.
The Noble Fir standing like a grand king, his
aromatic good cheer , is back, like last year.
Piles of presents, almost halfway to the ceiling,
wrapped with love.
Bowls of nuts, chocolates, candy canes and bon-
bons~ ah~the sweetest smell.
Oh, the excitement , so bright, this fantastic
Holy Night.
Our children, grandchildren, going to sleep in
giggling, anticipatory delight.
I wish it were more than once a year, the love,
the wholesomeness of family.
Always brings on grateful, holiday,happiness tears.
December 21, 2019
At the heels of a blessed consequence, spurs unpredictable fervency that is extremely engrossing, it perplexes conscionable determinations, concerning exhausting heydays of a celebratory stretch, that radiates from an unfathomable receptacle, wherever, wrapped gifts stead itself in anticipatory sensation, to collect and concentrate, then it will undividedly precede, o'er a decisive menacing expectant eve, plus, simultaneously surrender joyously, amidst an agreeable, explosive, color-filled night sky finale.
calendrical charms
thoughtless and thoughtful gifts coaxed
colorful glowed eve
2019 December 15
December or January Haibun Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Howmanysyllables;
5,7,5
the surrounded
the overwhelmed
in an
unbelieving world
seeing
vision based distinctives
vivid
&compelling perceptions
horns craftsmen artisans
clothes
cleansed of iniquity
a measuring line pipes flyingscroll
quartets
of chariots
an enthroned priest
in
a crown of victory
of lampstands&olive trees
emptying
golden oil
nourishing life
enlightening
the living
with understanding
with anticipatory
meditations
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