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Use Your Own Words!

Chris prompts his friend, Cyra
to help him win the
heart of his true love,
Roxy

Chris is easy on the eyes
a dreamy kinda guy
but as far as conversation goes
he’s got no game

Cyra articulates like no other,
a maven of expression
But visible impression?
Not so much

Chris plans the evening well,
standing under the spell of
Roxy’s second-story window
(taming butterflies)

Cyra too on the scene
is nowhere to be seen
as if hiding in a cloud
awaiting a cue

Chris tosses candied sweethearts
at her window, she finally awakens
Roxy’s appearance is captivating,
stirring Chris’s senses

Surrogate Cyra begins on cue
launching love-struck expressions
Roxy nearly swoons …
Chris starts coughing

Discerning the subterfuge
as coughing Chris chokes
Roxy beseechingly begs,
“Who are you? What is your name?”

Truth undisguised
Cyra promptly replies,
“Cyra … NO! I will not lie—
I am generative AI”

Roxy faints, befuddled
Chris’s words muddled
Thus ends this mad romp—
AI awaits a prompt

The Word

Before mind articulates ripples heart felt,
we know our awareness in truth has no need,
to voice in verse that ineffable scent svelte,
so we detect that it is soul that does plead,
wishing to bring to form, emotions that heed
the heart of God within, which is prone to bleed
and thus we sound love’s gong, taking all along,
inking the vibrant void, with our unique song.

Jaw Harp

beyond the cartoon spring in Scooby Doo
like a stag on a mountain’s rippled rove
a dimensional wormhole letting feelings through
bringing words of secrets, a couple’s love
an instrument whose song comes from within
a pluck, the kiss upon the lips
my meditation, a distant lawn mowing
bring me syllables served in porcelain cups
and the shaman knew its cosmic worth
a healing voice like a Tuvan’s throat
deep flames that crackle in the hearth
or further down to magma’s note
the twang, its cry articulates
with the warming drizzle of chocolate

For Mike Pence

Mike Pence for President
    always made sense
      to me

  A man of rare conviction
    in this land no longer brave
      and lately not free

  He reserves kisses for his wife
    tithes his income to charity
  At times of crisis, like January 6
    He stands up tall for his country

  As Vice-President he's met and measured
    the likes of Putin, the Mullahs, Kim and Xi
  A man who's balanced budgets as 
    Governor of Indiana a time or three

  A man with a concrete plan for 'Our Country 'Tis of Thee'
    who articulates as well as did John F. Kennedy
  Yet when folks talk about the next President
    they tell me Mike Pence has no chance

   Pity...

Let Love Steer Thought

"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France


The creative urge of our vibrant soul
articulates poetry when it heeds
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.

Navigating life to fulfil our role,
without any doubt love magnetism leads
the creative urge of our vibrant soul.

To rise from limitation and feel whole,
drawn to love’s beauteous rhythm soul needs
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.

Knowing our aura is blackened like coal,
oh hermit, know God's boundless grace yet feeds
the creative urge of our vibrant soul.

Making unique music, being our goal,
empty like space, purity of heart speeds
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.

We paint the canvas by ceding control,
as the burning yearning to ink love seeds
the creative urge of our vibrant soul;
pulse of divine consciousness we extol.

14-November-2022

HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar

Theme: Writing

WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' Forms Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Constance La France

Insomnia Man

When he talks
his tongue articulates
with his every joint
words grate upon his mind.
When he speaks
the house creaks.

He reclines
in a slow simmer of embers.
Fog rises where his thoughts
sleepwalk.

The sleepless scrimshaw their identity
on drifting thought-bones
least they forget to remember.

Insomnia man
stammers and slurs
his myopic visions,
his smudged descriptions.
He has prescriptions,
turgid drugs gurgle
in the cold kettle of his mind

where loosely floating parts of himself
swirl behind bulging
yet sewn-shut
eyes.

Raging Storm

raging storm 
you worked on the treasure 
crouch in a  mighty storm 
in the wide open window

looking while the
the sky blue developed dull and
the sprinkle drove down
& the breeze gasping for air up thundering
through 

however, presently he articulates
Gracious, love, it's freezing
lock the window
So you do

Written: August 06, 2022

A Living Word

A living word needs no other voice
than that of its own. Truth, articulates
a resonance-universe – though the ear 
hears only what it wants, a chamber of
both personal and foreign echoes.
The eyes and mouth often
myopic twos, mouth mouthing 
opposites from like sides, upper lip 
that can rise shaping wings, and drift, 
not always for kisses preparing, but the 
flight also a chance for the heart to lift
and follow – our greater nature one
to hearken and travel....

Hope

*Image of Hope Member Feeling by Pixabay
AUDIO: Nuthin But A G Thang by Dr Dre & Snoop Dog

Hope

It begins
from depths within
unmeasurable plunging phantoms down
festerin' the grounds

Lingerin' up sounds 
trace 
sin
space 
sing

Astir the Astros 
call on the cosmos play-sures
endeavors

Psyche
assimilators consciousness
dabbles 

Wake the dreamers
the unreal
the liars 

The dream team
zookeepers senses that
it sucks as it pants in
suspense feeling
the zeal for
realism

Tangibles
hand-all with care

The Dreamer
Ahh! Wakes up now to form
just a tad late yet find I
brave and craving

Echoes from a conch shell
sounds of the see

voice articulates
to be alert and
reassert

Reach for the stars
else, no heaven be
simply permeate
and then create
the essence

It's dope when
one invokes!

HOPE ...

Loves and losses
revives
relived
rejoice.

2022 February 02
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND INFORMEL
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 14

Wayward Blue-

Wayward blue 
the open crisp skies the
 floating cotton balls 
the southern shores glow bronze 
sanded warm still beach
Yet cool balming breeze
articulates me
New birth baby breath
A catalyst
Calming breeze cuddles me
As I look still at the horizon
Wayward blue


10/12/20
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020/

A Man of Silence

within acoustic shadow invisible to the world a man of Silence
hostiles shudder of his life's strength , figurative mind wealth 
sentiment beneath his fingers touch flourish draped in dreams

1/5/2020

I had to write this after the contest without his knowledge. 

   This poem was written in tribute to Silent One. A man who sees beauty in everything. He articulates his poetry with imagery, deep emotions within him. I am very proud to know him not only as a poet, but as a friend, a brother, a son.  He has been there through my deep hurt and enjoyable times of life the past 4 years. Thank you Silent One.

Wraith of My Soul

twilight whispers
on the winds
of darkness
the wraith
of my soul
listens

assonance of
this empty house
articulates 
through walls
of dreams
where desires
call out to you

i can hear
your inaudible voice
answering back

see you standing
in the shadows
of time
awaiting
the hours
of destiny
to allow you
to step forward
into the depths
of my awaiting arms

for now
i rest
in fragments
of hope

and wait
for my love
unknown
to arrive

Mirrors

It occurs touching a summer's eve,
               when stars too timid to shine,
               the moon not made its climb,
A sun had refused to leave,
Though push its way, a heavy moon,
               sun made to leave its solemn hold
               sprinkled stars made calm bold,
Let learn their sparkles much too soon,
Stars secret whisper articulates,
               jumbled wishes that spray from below,
               that fuels the kettled nighttime aglow,
Patient hearts rewards in dates,
All is ready for the gathered hearts,
               stars lineup, a shooter's maze,
               kiss explodes, of hearts ablaze,
Nighttime of memorable moments parts,
                                                                ...reflections


2019 September 17

No Joke

fluid
   frivolity
    jingles
within,
formative
...immediate:
articulates
   the
     visionary
with
    earthy
     directness:
unclogs
   the
     tedium
with
   inventive
    freeswheeling
     thoughts
to
tickle 
     inspiration
into
being

Same Old Song and Dance: Climate Remix

Ta(0) Climate

Songs,
spiritually sung,
express internal ego-expanding Dance.

Dance,
Natural healthy healing grace
articulates inside resonant music,
spirit-natured,
mind embodied 
muses.

If strong dance of ego/eco nature's grace
ReForms Yang
ReFlows weaving grace abundant songs
ReFunction YinSquared spirit light

EnLightening TaoTime,
of inside resonant song 
speaking outside resilient dance
WinWin amusing, sometimes WinLose terrifying,
her/historical 
dipolar co-arising muses.

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