two years ago, on Christmas eve,
i made an appeal and stood in your court
i asked you to revoke my status-
from a stranger to a lover, or friends who love each other
but you declared me guilty
and sent your troops, with cannons aimed at my gate
if you had asked me, "will you survive?"
my answer would've been a big no
but here i am writing this one final ode
because i finally survived in that war
Clean off the deck. This is your shift.
Be careful not to mislay our gift.
Hold fast. To lose it, we can't afford.
Some things we can't chuck overboard.
Hey, where did you just throw that thing?
That was freedom's ring.
It is a raw material
And it is part of the natural resources
A creation
It is a fertile land
And it is part of the world
A planet
The commodities
The sweetness of the tongue
Taste like caramel
Breath taking
The playfulness of the words
Sounds like birds
Speechless
The poem,
It is a commodity
And it is part of the ingredients
A sequence
It is a treasure
And it is part of the planet
A universe
The products
Do Seal Deal with much Appeal
when we would seal deal
after we ate a great meal
was with much appeal
Unworthy please words
Already late from saint mouth
Judge has the verdict.
precious petals grow
amazing colors explode
wind lifts its fragrance
SMILE WITH A LEMON A’PEEL
When Life Gives You Lemons...
As life sometimes will
No matter what you feel...
Turn that sour pucker into a "Jesus Smile"
Smile with a lemon a'peel! (Appeal)
The Spectre of sex appeal by Salvador Dali 1934
On the right-hand bottom side, we see Dalí as a
child, dressed as a sailor, observing his monstrosity
I misunderstand, tell what is the plan
As I change from juvenile into man
Her formation intrigues and repulses
Instead of control, there are impulses
Her head morphs upon a backdrop mountain
Sack cloth breasts, stem flow of sandy fountains
Solid rock womb, born of imperfection
The spectre miscarries, sans reflection
Propped up and falls forward in painful lurch
Composite pieces, on acceptance search
Ossified limbs, mangled bone skewers stone
Destined to experience life alone
She poses in pain and reeks of decay
I stand with a hoop, brought along to play
Ignores my advances, falling apart
I’ll return with barbed wire to bind her heart
No more cushioned stumps or flailing crutches
Unraveling her knots, where flesh touches
I’ll fashion a cross and burial mound
Existence fades as parts crash to the ground
Parts don’t stay buried, so I light a fire
Warm them back up, on a funeral pyre
My god she’s beautiful, I’m overcome
We join together in flames, curse undone
Written: December 24, 2023, For Joseph May Contest
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Mute whispers
Wonder wings
On teal night.
Twilight silence
Pardon pray soar
Dreams float at dusk
Path through cosmos.
Majestic hues spark
Endless heart peace urged
Swish wish to blithe star
Dive in swinging thoughts
Lights serenade calm.
Lo, Oh poet of mine admire;
Speak to the fire;
Converse open flame thine heart dire;
Arch-poet, ballad maker compose lovely lyric rhyme unto me prior;
Ballad singer, balladeer voice still cry;
I ballad monger, idolize beat poet, bucoliast, elegist shy;
Fair epic poet, folk singer gleeman, journey lands,
Idyllist speak unto me emerald skies;
Imagist, jongleur, laureate recite toss the voice bell righteous ringer;
Librettist, major poet, maker, Meistersinger, minnesinger;
Best-loved favored treasured vocal
closest to one's heart preferred chosen
Sightseer mishear appeal reveal wordsmith zeal
Mimic speak life Celtic minstrel bard of Avon, Shakespeare!
12/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Bard Poetry
The bite was a crunch.
So wonderful!
One's teeth could do that kind of thing.
Some later bites, performed with age,
cause pain, so awful, so dreadful!
One's bites can do that kind of thing.
But what was peel,
that part of the crunch and the munch?
Peeled off now, and thrown away.
Yet apples remain apples,
taste remains taste.
What is this thing called ever?
(12 Dec 2023)
We enjoy reading poems from the past.
They describe those ages, their horrors.
Should we regret delectation as we suck in,
and smile at, repugnance, misery, sadness?
Should we repel such poems of sorrow
choose only humour, gladness, joy?
So easily can we turn our backs on
misery that tortures so many.
So quickly may we lie on the ground,
punch it with clenched hands,
roar with our cries; or may we smile,
get up, forget what is so far behind us?
(11 December 2023)
Appeal of Poetry
Poetry is the open wide window of life to breathe fresh
on creation cum recreation
and in introspection .
Wandering in dreams to be amused
on own muse resonating musical.
Human emotions is best to be relished
through poems.
Lyrics also are part of poetry to reflect in core of heart
neither to analyze nor to criticise,
Emotive urges surge to flow in opulence
in poetry sprouting through seeds of dormant desires
sown in human soul.
Poems , whelm sparkling as gems
on refraction, diffraction
through lens of feelings producing
fabulous, fervid, fervent fervour..
Whatever !
May be composed in symmetry of rhymes
or formed in assymetrical free verse
yet must be rhythmic being enhanced
in passion, warmth and presentiment.
Pretty Poetry has ecstatic entry
to find permanent place in every mind
Sublime, and surreal,
Tantalizing, you appeal,
Unique, romance bloom,
Volatile, gone so soon,
Loving, our eternal tune....
Dear Fellow Poets,
I urge you to read the short paragraphs below, and if you are so inclined, to contact your congressperson immediately. YOU CAN make a difference.
Israel is dreadfully short of weapons and military equipment for the 300,000 reservists it has called up in the last 24 hours to counter the unprecedented terror attack visited on it for the past three days.
A communique to me from Rachel Levy, a liaison for Garin Tzabar, the organization which supports lone soldiers (like my son Daniel Wolf) in Israel, reports hundreds of soldiers being asked to report for duty with ordinary hammers, as weapons (!)
Unfortunately, no new U.S. funds can be authorized for Israel without a new Speaker of the House in place. (All legislation and appropriations are hung up, by the way, not just emergency aid to Israel).
So, please contact your congressperson today. Ask him/her/they to move with all possible haste to choose a new Speaker of the House of Representatives.
Thank you for your reading, and for any and all support forthcoming.
Blessings, Gershon Wolf
P.S. Prayers are extremely helpful as well. ~ gw
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