Best Births Poems
Rabbit tracks in snow,
A runner on his errand.
New bunnies need food.
What Doc Jones called "nerves"
was early onset first love.
No cure has been sought.
March 31, 2017
TWO BIRTHS
a man is ruined twice
in love once and in death once
so he has two births
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It’s both a bitter funeral for freedom
and the birth of new crime.
If I were the compassionless sort
without regard for flowing sanctity,
and if hunger more dire than thirst
rocked through me with stings true,
I would think of babies as morsels
of puffy flesh more succulent than
the sinewy knots riddled with tendons
once formed as joints since adults
bend knees with ardor too vast
to grasp pure honesty.
When snacking upon that treasure
trove of future’s calling, I laugh at
the clamor of rattles and chimes
since baby chops prove delicate
bits, stippled with rivulets of soft
fat yet to be flexed in purpose or
pleasure, and children blinded by
innocence never see the devil in
my blood-streaked eyes or the
cherub on my shoulder.
Once sated by my feast of infants,
my hollow chest will rumble loud
till my questing once more lumbers
to pastel quarters of babbling coos.
I shall round up more tinkering grubs
still swaddle-bound by fabric most
cloying, inviting my navy blood to
boil with pathogens unleashed by
centuries of lust, greed and avarice
until prospect staggers lost.
Surely tell a reason why?
Under what circumstances?
So why kill one or throw?
Precious are the double gains
Every labour yarns for increment
Never underestimate an increment
Sure you are mean taboo
Ending and slimming twin breathes
Still mourning dove nests,
safety for tenuous eggs.
Calm dove births her spawn.
The love of my births,yours mine with it.
Necklace of maked bondage,never break down.
Your trust from me,never not left.
The love of my births,yours mine with it.
Come thunder storm,whether go this life.
With your hands,my hand never left.
You do not have to be angry, never rowdy.
The love of my births,yours mine with it.
Necklace of maked bondage,never break down.
Your trust from me,never not left.
Form:
Solar often sups
Quenching thirst of ocean depths
Ice banks, beauty's birth
3-25-10
spring highlights birth bliss
gardens beautified by bulbs~~~
daffodils blossom
blossoms waft freedom
midst birds’ chirping symphony~~~
blue jays sing blest life
life's wonders God-wrought*
exploding with buds and sprouts~~~
nature splendor glows
*Job 12:9 Who knoweth not in all these that the hand of the LORD hath wrought this?
April 22, 2021
5th place, "Spring Haiku Chain" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by M. L. Kiser; judged on 4/26/2021.
For all those who are violent
They may don't like religion,
They may not believe in God
There was a "mother",
To think her gave birth was sinful!
Reborn here now without baggage,
morning shrieks open my first page,
life to journey, burdens to load,
through turmoils on treacherous roads!
nude, small, no riches to engage,
reborn here now without baggage,
if wealth there was, no longer mine,
and those I loved, of them no sign.
memories of past in dark fade,
but wages of sin are still paid,
reborn here now without baggage,
soul’s trial's in new body cage.
can wisdom guide this life from hence?
to break cycle of rebirths thence?
past fortunes I built till old age,
reborn here now without baggage.
N/A
03/10/2021
Dawn poetry contest
Unseeking seeker
16 lines, quatern 8 syllables each line
PS syllable counter
CRIMSON MOON BIRTHS DEMONS SOON
There’s a embroil inside crimson moon, tonight births demons out soon
4/15/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
moon blooms with lanterns
night palls a velvet blue veil~
earth awaits new births
*A 3rd Place* in the following contest (Judged on Aug. 22, 2020)
Haiku – Nature Themes 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Syllable count: 5/7/5
Births and Deaths
Minutes are born
in the death of seconds
Days are born
in the death of nights
Nobles are born
in the end of devils
Smiles are born
in the ruins of tears
Here nothing ends
once for all
Slumbers are deaths and
our awakenings are births
Sorrows and smiles are
His endless plays
Fun and tears are
His awards and rewards;
Understand, my man,
He is our true friend
SAKTHIRAVICHANDRAN