Beamy Poems

Haiku Sonnet

Haiku Sonnet.

end of summer night
in dark coolness lunar night
shows up many stars
a summer night breeze
so calm cool no sound at all 
whisper of wind sound
red bright in the south 
calm shining nice glistening
lovely awesome star
eye-catching blue star
amazing shines beamy lights
in the west pure sky

Language of reality 
Last for so many light years.

Berth

we tremble …

or we don’t
night wears a net of stars
or a brume canopy
but in beamy blue or ink
it is only the mystery we fear
the dim trepidation
but a mask.
we are all bound -
from first thrum our
courses are set
and naught but ours, solely
that trek, our dearest allowance
yet only one harbor calls
one anchorage, just
a realm of limitless patience and price
an enigma, amaranthine 
where the choice has been made
for all of us.
we call it’s name
with screams … or whispers
and we tremble …

or we don’t.






Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 3, 2023

A Cute Little Star

With no forethought of romance
Simply wanting to look up, and gaze,
a cute little star winked at me,
unlike others though amply had blaze

'neath a veil of enchanting blue
with traces of beamy-red and yellow
she winked on into the night, my heart
swelling ever so full~feeling large as
a moon, enraptured, quite lustrous and
mellow....

June She's My Favorite Month

I couldn't stop thinking about the June
It's the month so shy and dreamy
But she could never forget soon.

That morning, June was shocked by the moon.
She found herself feeling rather beamy.
April couldn't stop thinking about June.

Later, May was spooked by the moon
She thought the situation had become rather gleamy
But I could never forget her June. 

May tried to distract her with a goon.
Said it was time to start thinking about a Niemi
I couldn't stop thinking about June.

June took action like a loon
As April was becoming too creamy
May could never forget that soon.

June nosedived like a warm buffoon
April minds became dangerously seamy
I couldn't stop thinking about my month of June
But she could never forget me soon 

6/22/20

Month of The Year I Like Most Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
Villanelle poetry form only.

Morning Lorry Sun Intense and Bright-

beamy morning sun
big a, intense lorry calls
warm because it's just 
~
blinding morning sun
a first, intense lorry calls
at the perfect warm

2/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

To the Peach Cobbler My Desert Favorite- -

to the Peach cobbler My Desert Favorite- -
 
YUm!!! peach cobbler, you inspire me to eat.
How I love the way you’re juicy and sweet,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Dreaming about the huge seed hard and tight.

Let me compare you to a dreamy prune?
You are more beamy, creamy and solid.
Deep sun heats the gleamy peaches of June,
And summertime has the seamy pholad.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your bright fuzzy peel, stems and eye.
Thinking of your steamy stems fills my days.
My love for you is the horrible high.

Now I must away with a pholad heart,
Remember I sweet parts words whilst we're apart YUm sweet tart. 

12/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Forbidden Fruits

oh my big cousin
a dusk gaze beamy lashes
a little temper

how foggy you are
forbidden fruits of knowledge
through bathroom keyhole

once she spanked the boy
but punishment was more like
a hidden caress

luckily she died
before I grew up enough
to do stupid things

unfortunately
I still try to look for her
in my foggy hell

*** WRITER'S STATEMENT ***

All of the above is a first-person fantasy. The Freudians and champions of morality have nothing to do here. As Vladimir Nabokov said in one of his interviews: "The author in the process of work never identifies himself with the protagonist..., his character lives a free, independent life; in this life everything is predetermined, and no one can change its measured pace". 
Well said, Vladimir. Metaphysically, that goes for all of us too.

21.07.2019
Multiple-Haikus Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jamie Pan
Syllables Per Line:	5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5

Cheetah - a Haiku

Cheetah - A Haiku

beamy afforest
a tame, creepy cheetah calls
after the spanner

4/13/19

Jesus Sunny Face Faces the Dandelions - a Haiku

 Jesus Sunny Face Faces the Dandelions - A Haiku
beamy adoring
a blessed, sunny face Jesus
the dandelions

tho it's just a weed
~blossoming facial flower~
creations from seeds

my God creator
grew the first garden planters
spoken into life

beamy adoring
~blessed  sunny yellow face~ 
weed dandelions

face shone liken sun
brightly glory risen on
hard to kill always

like weeds in garden
~blossoming thorn weed flower~
 always hard to kill

 
3/26/19

Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©

Try Something New

I want a different job, something like working at the zoo,
I'm ready for a change and it certainly is something Gnu.
A Baywatch lifeguard on the beach, I have not done that before,
but my swimming skills are rusty, so now I am quite unshore.
Maybe an Egyptologist, in my pith helmet parading,
but not a grave robber as I think that would be dig raiding.
A Matador in sunny Spain, the arena crowded full,
but livestock I don't fancy, no, I am not adore a bull.
Perhaps a Lighthouse keeper, flashing warnings across the sea,
my own boss and all by myself, yes, I think that could beamy.
I could try breeding horses for the track, that would be good,
but maybe such a career change would not be under stud.
I'll stick to making circuit boards, desire for change has gone,
so I'll stay with what I'm good at here, and calmly solder on.

I Let You Pass By

Golden leaves swing with breeze merrily
Hearing cheery music written by your winds
Enjoying beamy warmth of budding sunlight
Awaiting your arrival to enter my daydream,

Your sunny rays made my misty land fertile,
Growing seeds I sowed into vibrant yields
Swaying back and forth in graceful style
Emulating movements of your smiley eyes,

There I linger where you roam in my fields
Asking you to become my jewel of serenity
Finding comfort in presence of your allure
Encouraged by your vibes emitting grandeur,

Soon as my day turns into twinkling twilight
Becoming my vision of our romantic setting,
Your whispers are heard by the starry night
Alerting me to divinity of supernal blessing,

That's when you arrive, bringing lover's joy
Possessing virtues of glamorous enterprise.
Mesmerized by your beauty I'm hypnotized, 
Frozen in place speechless, I let you pass by.

May 20, 2018
Placed first in late October 2018 contest by Brian Strand

Chloe's Delight

She bursts inside, grey eyes alight.
"Oh, Grandma, isn't she a sight,
wearing red, black-dotted clothes?
So beautiful, I've named her Rose."

Miss Ladybug conveys delight
as a beamy diamond, star-bright.
In her joy my heart takes note
of innocence and love, her coat.

Some courts today prove no remorse
for wasted children with no voice.
Vile pedophiles bear hearts of stone
and we, in turn, defend our own.

If I could set the stars a snare
I'd braid a band within her hair
or snatch a patch of summer skies
and tear off blue to grace her eyes.

Our little diamond in the rough
whose tender heart must be made tough.

Scorcher- In the Faraway

I walk alongside the seashore crimson,
Reflection of the twilight of sky,
That precedes the raunchy and beamy night,
Moon shines and stars dance around.

Sickle of moon slivers my heart,
Playing hide and seek, discover my soulmate,
Under vastness of expanse and seductive wind,
Cover of colourful leaves, earth amatory.

The twosome go bawdy and carnal,
Holding me in his arms, gets me close,
I feel his breath on my neck,
And his skin next to mine.

Gazing at his face in moonlight,
These moments are special and divine,
Sultry and aphrodisiac, enamoured in love,
As if never to part, till death in unison!!


Composed on 26/11/13
Written for ' In the faraway' contest
Username- Upmasharma
Motif- romantic

Statement

The winter is balancing
on tense ropes.
I cant and I am getting older,
To years of sharpness I owe
My pulse's rhyme,
My blood's red.
In a world's thunder
I tasted the salt
-my memory's trail-
Suddenly alone I begun,
Inexcusably alone I march
Serving the sentence of my freedom.
Few tears
Few patience
With empty hands
I am grooving the rock of a Fate
Fighting
-a masterpiece of stone and silence-
And I pray
In a sun beamy 
To shed light and fire on my worn mask.
If the sum of my life 
Reaches the infinity,
Proliferous by expextations divine
Divided by each wave I dared to dash
And extended to the choice of a breath,
I will be human between humans
Counting the numbers of my steps,
Loud and steady,
I will lead my soul outside,
To the open air.

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