When beauty’s gone bye bye and slack flesh becks
Jowls, crow’s feet, graveled voice and turkey necks
Too old to be a narcissist
what’s left is a pacifist
*Tender genteel haters do not make good peaceniks!
Brecon Beacons
for pony-treks
Cumbrian fells
& bubbling becks
Dartmoor
with rocks rain scarred
Lake District views
beloved of bards
Northumbria on moor & hill
where Roman echoes linger still
Stone-bridged hamlets
in the Dales
with enclosed leas along its vales
Snowdonia one thousand yards high
reached by slow trains up to the sky
Pembroke with its distant trail so long
heritages for us to protect & prolong
National treasures to preserve & enjoy
by rich,the famous &hoi poloi.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
Tweets are the calling birds;
Singing and sounds that they're heard;
Sounding calling out their chirps;
Tweets, toots, pecks and becks;
What's left chirpiest?
8/2/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Born as bird is a boon
Board on bees and bugs
Birdies burble a tune
Budge all blooms and buds
Flick! Flip!! Flap!!!
Bathe in becks and brooks
Best buddy of a baby
Blowing beaks of rooks
Make little ones crazy
Chitter! Chirp!! Clap!!!
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Date: 11-03-2021.
Placed : 1 st
The chirping sparrow
White rice in becks, swift leaving
Crows finish the dish
-December 05, 2018 Chattogram
INSIDE OUTSIDE INSECT SURPRISE
Compassion matters
Flies in the house involuntary
Something fell in the batter
Kitchen close now voluntary
The fruit is on the wall
The ants and spiders crawl
Why all the while love birds on the window sill
Smack their becks together
Waiting for those hateful worms
Patiently on the moisten lawns
8/16/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
I open my eyes to colour and light:
blooms, feathers, leaves and patterns in trees
gossamer webs and intricate insects
on the move, ants scurry as people hurry
busy as bubbling becks. Then comes the night
with points of light and secrets of shadows.
I listen, attending to whispers of wind,
the sound of the sea, of shore scouring foam,
the joy of birdsong, buzzing and barking,
tools and machines, intrusions of traffic,
rhythms and tunes, voices of friends, of kin.
Then stillness, time for resting and dreams.
Aroused: aware of tips of me tingling,
senses awake to stimulus of taste,
to tenderness of touch. With heart hungry
for meaning – to discern hurts and delights,
learning through sharing, with stories to weave,
creating a narrative that is my life.
I sense as if Jesus walks alongside,
as if his stories with mine now collide
then interweave, as I seek the Sacred,
with narrative still to be drafted.
On this meeting with mystery I ponder
the Divine, alive with hope and wonder.
God is sailing, God is sailing
God is sailing in my heart
God is fishing, He is fishing
God is fishing for my heart
God is on the seas
Oh, oh He so knows me
And He's granting me
Full liberty
His feet are atop of the waters
He becks for me to come hither
So I walk off the ship onto the torrent waters
God is on the seas
Oh, oh He so knows me
And He's granting me
Full liberty
God is on the move as the winds blowing
Easy as a autumn winter storm
Surround me Lord
Compound me Lord
Soak my body, mind and soul
On these waters I will never drown
God is sailing, God is sailing
God is sailing in my heart
God is fishing, He is fishing
God is fishing for my heart
God is on the seas
Oh, oh He so knows me
And He's granting me
Full liberty
12/03/17
written word by James Edward Lee Sr.
Dedicated to "Akkina Downing"
from anthology God's Children New Poets, Poems and New Friends "
Brecon Beacons for pony-treks,
Cumbrian fells and bubbling becks;
Lake District views beloved of bards
Stone-bridged hamlets in the
Dales with enclosed leas along its vales.
Snowdonia ,one thousand yards high
reached by slow trains up to the sky.
Pembroke with its distant trail so
long,
heritages for us to protect and prolong.
National treasures to preserve and
enjoy by rich,...the famous ...and hoi poloi.
Alone I roam the dreamland wood
sombre and empty, dark my mood
vain hope to meet my love denied
a throbbing, pumping ache inside
afar a gleaming stream of blue:
mauve, purple, lilac mixed in hue
‘longside the one in dreams is mine
soft hazel eyes and features fine
He becks me close with comely smile
trance-like I float what seems a mile
a fragrant sweet around unfolds
a wondrous sight my eye beholds:
a bed of jasmine, handpicked all
my loved one smiles with look enthralled
He tweaks my nose with twinkling eye
within and –out I’m set afire
he mouths the words our eyes portray
lights fiery love long kept at bay
swept off our feet and smitten deep
entranced our eyes with want to keep
We make sweet love, as lovers do
declare our love, sincere and true
on bed of jasmine hands roam free
scent mingles with heart’s melody
both hearts in tandem skip a beat
then pick up pace in lustful heat
pulsating passion multiplies
we merge as one with moans and sighs....
This is a growing Pennsylvania community.
Just south of Pittsburgh, it’s in Allegheny County.
This town has been incorporated since 1950.
This is a place with a rather long and proud history.
Baldwin stretches north along Becks Run.
It is just south of South Side Flats and Arlington.
The population per square mile is rather dense.
Baldwin has just over twenty-thousand residents.
With a bright future, Baldwin is a town that grows.
This is a very proud place, and it shows.
Brecon Beacons for pony-treks,Cumbrian fells and bubbling becks;Dartmoor
with rocks rain scarred ,Lake District views beloved of bards.Northumbria, above
on moor and hill,where Roman echoes linger still.Stone-bridged hamlets in the
Dales with enclosed leas along its vales.Snowdonia ,one thousand yards high
reached by slow trains up to the sky.Pembroke with its distant trail so
long,heritages for us to protect and prolong.National treasures to preserve and
enjoy by rich,the famous and hoi poloi.