Best Celebrated Poems
Twenty six today, I saw
the luminous silver moon
make it's way through
the familiar sky that
bends above my head.
Each day I grew enthusiastic
and more credulous about
what lies ahead;
Waiting and hoping to remain
content with the one wish
granted.
And thereupon, a shooting star
In it's enthralling spectacle
A fallen seraphim with
broken wings crowding
my innocence upon
that fading star
Making a wish
To blow it away
into smouldering incense
of a new age.
CELEBRATED TODAY AND ALWAYS
She is quiet and meek
She's nice and lovely
Talk about purpose and focus
Determination and zeal
Willingness and readiness alwaz ready and relentless
I speak less about her beauty
Others can testify to the power of her smile
Free minded like air, holds no grudge
Full of charisma and carriage
So rare to find the beautiful and the brainy
You don't find the so common
Graced with rays of intelligence
You can be assured of her competence
Never wear the shoes of negligence
Nor dressed in the robe of pretence
Can be so sure of her relevance
But don't try with her any nonsense
Happy birthday to you today
It is the day special among all days
We ll celebrate you today and always
Not a mistake today is Monday
It is the day that the Lord has made
Bigger and better you always
Happy birthday
FM (CONCEPTUAL)
an earlier draft of this barely satisfactory missive ex post facto, i chomped asper with upper dentures upon evincing a couple of typographical errors, in up rye or draft, and did not wanna dodge being a spell bound stickler for typing words correctly.
though no obligation to trot out this fixation sans zero misspelling tolerance, a compulsion with any concomitant obsession found me reposting before a repast of dessert - so there Ghost of Marie Antoinette, wherever you might be hiding - i can have my cake and eat it too!
Minus trimmings and over stuffed ego freezers,
but altruism, civility, Dharma bum ethnocentrism,
gratuitous homogeneous internationalism,
karma mosaic opportunism, quitessential righteousness,
unpretentious vivacious wide world yipping,
brouhaha dutifully emphasizing friendliness,
antithetically booing critical, popularly pugnacious
spoiled trump petting uber western yikyak,
zealous antipathy craving everything.
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a hypothetical, mental, rhetorical thought question
occurred to me just moments ago
sans, milk of human kindness bubbles frothily
upon major American holiday,
whereat figurative bro
thar and sisters exhibit philanthropic
good-samaritan charitable ambitions
especially, towards indigent that crow
for bare necessities
other than
when Thanksgiving rolls around, and dough
nuts to dollars even most frugal misanthropes
play feigned charitable card egoistically glow
with ambient benevolence, civility,
diligent energy, and friendly hello
and sundry pleasant greetings
hook hood be some
soon tubby rich entrepreneurial stranger
ready to make shares available vis a vis IPO
debt ceiling
raised
seniors,
their children
and grandchildren
joyfully
jumped--
touched ceilings
in homes
*Septolet contest
CELEBRATED HEADACHE.
This Ota farmer recognized as
Africans kobo
Copper coin with a fluctuating photo,
You load tomorrow’s volt into this
Over sized portfolio,
Debit, wearing materials stitched from
Tattered pillows
Only a goat perambulates and forgets
His ancestral home.
I size this situation on a scale to measure
His kilo,
Plural of the ring road is all you
Telephoned
Till my fathers became old.
After ruling far away from Heath-row,
You beg for additional white robe
To continue your cataract legacy infected
With disfigured quotes.
II
I learnt from you, that power is fragile
Like flower,
Today you sit on the highest tower
Few minutes later, dry wind blew your
Sanctuary like this meaningless brown powder.
When I hit you on the road,
As Yoruba always told
The Culture with a symbolic throne.
I must fall to prostrate, because
Elder’s own the stronger bone.
Remember your convoy of hope,
You spoke to my people in a gentle
Tone,
See the gazed land of unlimited scope
Although we die befriending cold
My journey is satisfied with this
Ordinary biscuit bone.
Now you cant walk the streets
Without been stoned.
The logo for any hero,
Is to eradicate zero’s and communicate
Growth.
III
I know you will live long
And remain strong, so you have a
Taste of this rotten corn shared on this
Decayed road,
You served on a plater of fading gold.
Even as your interesting biography
Is purposely clothed with apologies
Your lungs will rust like metal in this
Liquid cup.
Listen to the bold voice from the
Nigerian soil,
Dedicated to the logo my unknown
Hero.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
I often wondered what my life would have been like had we been together these past years.
Even though it hasn't come to pass, I want you to know thoughts of you came to me,
giving me hope of a second chance,
knowing if you kept trying to find happiness, it was possible for me to find also.
I have missed you more than you can imagine, but celebrated each moment we have shared together.
Balls of fire fall from the sky
nowhere to hide,but few lived,
peace came to wipe tears away,
The world celebrates.
Displaced hunters can now feed,
Hakkaido is their abode,
Doves are set free as symbol
of freedom and peace.
*About Japan...*
CONTEST:"Walk Softly" sponsored by Debbie Guzzi.
What formerly got celebrated as adventitious age of exploration...
1492 unleashed, jump/
kick started, and downloaded
a bittorrent götterdämmerung
spelling genocide of indigenous peoples
occupying Turtle Island,
now surviving tribes
just a shell of their former grandeur.
At present Columbus day
linkedin with high dudgeon
courtesy scattered remnants
of once proud nations
occupying contiguous United States
plus calling Alaska and Hawaii
their happy hunting grounds,
enshrine actual or mythologized
spectacular pièce de résistance
instances when counting coup.
I recollect needing to know
scores of years ago
when a student attending grade schools
within Lower Providence District
as an important bit of information
contributing to (white washed) history
of western civilization
(and never forgot)
recalling the names Nina, Pinta,
and Santa Maria associated
with heroic measures undertaken
by Cristóbal Colón,
(but also been referred to,
by himself and others, as Christoual,
Christovam, Christofferus de Colombo,
and even Xpoual de Colón)
five hundred and thirty years ago,
who purportedly "discovered"
the Americas, when in
fact native occupants of the land
already dwelled upon
the then island paradises.
He/him and subsequent swashbuckling
gung-ho high spirited men
set sail across expanse of ocean(s)
exhibiting eager intent to claim
untrammeled storied quintessentially
opulently magnificent kingdoms
intoxicating greedy Europeans.
Blatant exploitation inexorably nudged
courtesy trickery vis a vis hook and crook
to grab good & plenty treats
forcibly wrested by violence
sabotaging the delicate webbed wide world
constituting millenniums of heavenly bliss,
where marauders wantonly ransacked
indeed lacking absolute zero selflessness
forcing diverse autochthonous nations
to acquiesce and surrender
ancestral grounds to aggressive, coercive
and offensive Europeans hell bent
to populate occupied territory
commandeering, humiliating, manhandling,
poisoning, subdividing, triangulating
every square inch
encompassing fruitful grand home
of rightful heirs to stolen
near boundless tracts
eventually hashtagging uncharted
pristine green acres
spanning from sea to shining sea
becoming commercial real estate
falsely claiming a haven
housing home of the free
land of the brave.
winter's freeze uncorked
bubbly brooks freely flow~
spring celebrated
So today is your 11th birthday not here
Still, I hold you very dear
I hope it is a celebration in Heaven today
That your birthday is celebrated in a special kind of way
How I wish to spend this special day with you
And I know you'd want that too
But you are at a place you always wanted to be
With your Heavenly Father...absolutely pain-free
You are still missed, still loved, though many years have passed
Because a special Dad like you live forever in my heart
One day I will get to hold you again
To your memories I will hold on 'til then
So, celebrate dear Dad, flap them angel wings
Because your birthday here on earth used to be quite a big thing
Sing and dance in Heavens' golden streets today
May your birthday be celebrated in a special kind of way
Happy Birthday my superhero Pops
Always remember that you are loved
And you are remembered by so many
My coolest, most loving, worlds' most awesome Daddy
Write their names in better than the dark mud
Where they died; their life like the wasted sud
Of washed out things; they were the soldiers of the village
The warriors of a hidden war
They saved us from plunder and pillage
And wore with honor their stigma and scar
We had the worst address in the world paling Nazareth too
But we had love, cared for each other
Minotaur saw the weak and knew our brother
Wrap their names in flags of honor too.
Teddy, the short one, Galdys' son
Lascelles, the handsome one,
And Big Ben with muscles to lift a ton
The athletes were Little wicked, and Sonny
The fell like leaves one by one
And no flag flew at half mast in Canterbury
But look at the place, how each find its rank
And without order besieged the bank.
O Canterbury, I remember your sons
Your daughters, and the runs
Of formal power without justice to the rooms
Disshevelled like graveclothes in empty tombs.
A friend of mine became
a prestigious doctor...
Other one a famous singer,
Another, senator from the republic,
A powerful builder is my friend...
I, banally normal, became
a celebrated friend of all... !
Go
go to the many
Feed them all many
enjoy at last suffer not fast anymore
Come together
Celebrate everyone
Go and celebrate with thy kind thy brethren
And Nehemiah continued, “Go and celebrate with a feast of rich foods and sweet drinks, and share gifts of food with people who have nothing prepared. This is a sacred day before our Lord. Don’t be dejected and sad, for the joy of the Lord is your strength!”
12/4/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Nehemiah 8:10
It is amazing how you can write poems
centered on a particular subject. Here
goes.
Horn COVID Haiku
were educated
COVID can be negated
then we celebrated
a raker of dough
about COVID always know
away we should throw
we will need some gas
have found COVID in the grass
found by some big brass
when we took a poll
use COVID for birth control
on us takes a toll
times were looking bleak
COVID caused dead bodies to wreak
shots must try to seek
what if we will croak
COVID caused us to be broke
no joke had a stroke
went on the double
COVID had caused much trouble
had to burst his bubble
was perfectly clear
we will not want COVID here
God made it disappear
should have unloaded
was COVID that exploded
always avoided
what had been exact
COVID trouble does attract
so we should subtract
prayed to God above
COVID did kill a poor dove
out window we should shove
time we are biding
COVID destroyed by Biden
now have glad tiding
in church we cherish
prayed for COVID to perish
had been night mareish
we must be up front
COVER here never will want
a Trump stupid stunt
V-ery well celebrated
I-s the day of your birth;
R-apture is truly felt,
G-iving you a million mirth.
I-n your birth celebration
N-ight shadows fade away;
I-n the sky the beacon shines,
A-ugust tenth sunny day.
J-ust a special moment,
O-ccasion filled with pleasure;
S-o much fun and happiness
E-rase every life's pressure.
D-elight during birthday
O-ffers a thousand thrill;
M-uch joy and gladness
I-ntend to replace the chill.
N-ice friends and loved ones
G-et charged and so excited;
O-ne birthday that is very well celebrated.