Best Dominos Poems
And so it begins
The game of life
The dominos of love
Falling where they may
The timer activated
Fresh out of a box
Learning the rules
As we go along
No plan or ruse
No rhyme or reason
Just out for some fun
Moving game pieces
Taking turns
At winning and losing
Rising and falling
In endless succession
An ebb and flow of emotions
The tears the laughter
Riding a roller coaster
Of highs and lows
A detonated cosmic launch
Mingling interstellar orbs
Crisscrossing arcs of destiny
In a waltz of muses
Or divine intervention
Read on air by invitation ~ September 8, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 2, 2019 for contest FREE VERSE STYLE ONLY sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 5TH
I shall live and die
By my own accord
Only my God may judge me
To him I've proved my worth
I am still here fighting
It matters not what for
On my ship of righteousness
Headed for waters unexplored
The clear night sky will darken
And the clouds seem ominous
I take heed to the sure signs
From them I won't digress
They are in the way of my dreams
And hopes that fill my sails
Like the wind from my heaven
Keeps my skin tough as nails
Evil comes to tempt me
I am not immune
Sometimes I play the hero
Other times I'm just a fool
Either way the choice is mine
I make it with my free will
For that's the gift he gave me
And for what I fight for still
The government is coming
To bring a chaos they call order
The line has been drawn
Between two sides there is a border
I feel myself being torn
To choose a fate in stone
Let this be a lesson
Why I wander on my own
Minds can be controlled
I see it every day
The weak wills fall like dominos
That lie littering my way
An obstacle before me
I iron will it to the end
And when the devil comes
to dance with me
I have already started to transcend
into everything around
I am the universal man
my true form I shall disguise
I am hiding it from this great Satan
they say will come for my demise
I know he will find me
maybe he already has
in a long gone nightmare
that my soul he stole at last
if I remember correctly
I can't say I recall
ever escaping his grip
or did it ever touch me
at all?
you came into my life like a hurricane
sweeping me off my feet like a broom to sawdust
like magic fingers tickling the ivy's of my heart
making every beat— so— so— sweet...
our love intertwined—grew like a rapid growing vine
pushing old memories away with redeeming renewal
causing us to exhale refreshingly--out with the old—in with the new...
my— the Maker really out-did Himself in saving the best for last
lessons of the past— learned — and sunk— as deep as the depths of Atlantis...
never to interfere with our ascended love that keeps growing over time
while apart-- and unaware -- that one day—those dominos in place would one day be blown into unstoppable action...
there is no denying the forever bond we share
so strong—many live a life-time and can never factually say...
I found my true love...
like the moon that hugs the sky at night.
like a flower uncut that scents the garden bright
a rare one of a kind number
the warm embrace of slumber
i wake you hard
with full regard
skin on skin to the bone,
the grind, the screaming moan,
climaxes like dominos fall
rapid and jaw dropping
catch breath
whisper in the dark
the euphoria of a notion
(i hear you think
"the time has passed long enough
time enough
I shall not wait
a minute longer
I need my breath to run
fast and hard
I need to try to catch this air
but I don't want to"
in a deep base i link)
reply
whisper in your heart
"comme un arc de ciel
like a rainbow
tu touches mon coeur
you touch my heart
danse avec moi comme des cygnes sur un lac
dance with me like swans on a lake"
a melody in the language of romance
serenade the sweet taste of light
like the moon that hugs the sky at night
bonne nuit ma chérie, en pensant à toi,
que ta nuit soit calme et douce. dors bien.
"Without Within"
It just takes one over-zealous do-gooder
to set the dominos of destruction on a roll
and the war begins
without within
within without
heaven was trampled that day
the kangaroo court had its way
and all dreams were blugeoned to death
heads rolled soaked in blood and revenge
each day the impermanence glitched
to return to poetic permanence
This is how the war begins
within without
without within
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“The darkness you see when you close your eyes is Kali.”
The spotted owl is a small thing,
A bit of flesh upon the wing,
Yet lawyers argue of its worth
With words that echo o'er the earth.
Loggers count the good jobs lost,
Saying astronomical the cost
Of saving forests for this bird,
That preservation arguments are absurd.
This insignificant, dark brown fowl,
The one we call the spotted owl,
Inhabits forests of the Northwest,
Where loggers consider him a pest.
The preservationists are just as loud,
As any of the timber crowd.
"If the owl is lost, " they loudly cry,
"The fragile eco-system will also die,
Following that the forests too.
Then what will the timber companies do?"
In a short time, it will be too late,
Two-thousand pairs, the estimate.
What gives mankind the right to say
What species lives, which goes away?
Just like a row of dominos,
When the first one falls, another goes.
Classic silent films
Redundant technicolour
Piano plays mood
Panther and snow leopard
Duelling with chess
Under a scintillating firmament
A dome of diamonds floating on infinity
Moonlight softly slicing the shadows
Illuminating their world of concentration
Alternating attrition
Pawn takes pawn
Bishop takes pawn
Rook takes pawn
Knight takes pawn
Who's winning?
The back rows don't care
The pawns always get slaughtered
Monochromatic menagerie
Colour falls victim to Darwin
Survival of the hueless
Polar bears, penguins, orcas
Denizens of the icy white
Magpie's musings
Cogitating a colourless cosmos
With polka dot dalmatians
And Rorschach fresian cows
And bar code zebras
Mezzotinted mother nature
Despite its wonderous beauty
Always has a few skunks
Jet and pearls for the rich
Coal and chalk for the poor
Obsidian and quartz for the wannabes
A nun and a priest
In theological debate
Reconciling scripture
With how the real world with real people really works
Playing dominos
To divine answers
To divine questions
Passing holy judgement
By chance and cunning
What's the alternative?
A pool table of eight balls?
A heartless (and diamondless) pack of cards?
It doesn't matter
To those who see
Truth as black and white
Food race!
Tuxedoed athletes!
Chequered flag drops!
Raisins and pearl onions
Caviar and rice
Faster!
Black pudding and chicken
Licorice and mash potato
Faster!
Black beans with cream
Oreos and mayonnaise
Finish line!
Hurray for the winners!
Bread and blackberry jam prizes!
Everyone else starves
Brightling and darkling
Eden's white vies Hade's black
Madness lies between
Written 16th February 2017
Entry to "the colours black and white" contest
Notes:
"Colour" is not a typo or a spelling mistake. It's how us Brits spell it.
"Divine" means "discover" as well as "about God"
Magpies are considered to be one of the most intelligent birds - https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magpie
Mezzotint is a grey scale printing technique https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mezzotint
Classic silent films
Redundant technicolour
Piano plays mood
Panther and snow leopard duelling with chess
Under a scintillating firmament
A dome of diamonds floating on infinity
Moonlight softly slicing the shadows
Illuminating their world of concentration
Alternating attrition
Pawn takes pawn
Bishop takes pawn
Rook takes pawn
Knight takes pawn
Who's winning?
The back rows don't care
The pawns always get slaughtered
Monochromatic menagerie
Colour falls victim to Darwin
Survival of the hueless
Polar bears, penguins, orcas
Denizens of the icy white
Magpie's musings
Cogitating a colourless cosmos
With polka dot dalmatians
And Rorschach fresian cows
And bar code zebras
Mezzotinted mother nature
Despite its wonderous beauty
Always has a few skunks
Jet and pearls for the rich
Coal and chalk for the poor
Obsidian and quartz for the wannabes
A nun and a priest in theological debate
Reconciling scripture with how the real world with real people really works
Playing dominos to divine answers to divine questions
Passing holy judgement by chance and cunning
What's the alternative?
A pool table of eight balls?
A heartless (and diamondless) pack of cards?
It doesn't matter to those who see truth as black and white
Food race! Tuxedoed athletes! Chequered flag drops!
Raisins and pearl onions! Caviar and rice! Faster!
Black pudding and chicken! Licorice and mash potato! Faster!
Black beans with cream! Oreos and mayonnaise! Finish line!
Hurray for the winners! Bread and blackberry jam prizes!
Everyone else starves
Brightling and darkling
Eden's white vies Hade's black
Madness lies between
Written 16th February 2017
Entry to the "best free verse" contest
Originally entered to "the colours black and white" contest
Remastered to reduce number of lines
Notes:
"Colour" is not a typo or a spelling mistake. It's how us Brits spell it.
"Divine" means "discover" as well as "about God"
Magpies are considered to be one of the most intelligent birds - https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magpie
Mezzotint is a grey scale printing technique https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mezzotint
And so the story goes:
Ex- Smokers are thee Worst!
You see them everywhere as they act offended and either:
Walk faster in disgust or
Stop and exasperatingly explain how they stopped, and you should too...
Excuse me, I was actually trying to enjoy my smoke..
Are usually my thoughts on the whole deal
But to take it one step further,
I invited an Ex- Smoker over to hang out with me:
Dominos Pizza, sure why not...
Extra garlic buttter, no problemo!
As he sat saturating each slice
and quite precise at not leaving a dry morsel
We watched T.V. and talked
and that was nice
He looked at me quite stirred of emotion
and said these words:
I would kiss you but it's the smoke, I can't handle it...
Oh, OK
(thinking to myself as I lit up)
Oh how I enjoy you that much more my little cigarette..
as I blew the smoke away
sitting on the patio
A bit courteous was I,
and if you've ever heard the saying,
I got screwed and didn't even get a kiss,
that much played out as the night went on and on and on.
They next morning he rolled over and smiled sweetly
but the breath coming out from his mouth as he spoke
was quite vile,
like a varment had crawled in his mouth in the middle of the night,
and Died!!
As I acted like I was sleepy, and rolled over away from the fragrance of rotten pepperoni, and fuming with slightly aged garlic....
The lesson in all of this is:
Take a self check when giving advice.
Look for signs that your opinion even slightly matters to the one you are voicing it to.
and mostly...
If Smoking BOTHERS You, STAY OUT OF MY AIR!
Please....
Green like trees following a river
what choice do they have really
green returning to the ocean after a storm
green emotions
queasiness
waves of sickness
jealousy
grass chewed to puke out poison
even as night falls
a darkly ominous forest tinted sky
greenhouses reflecting early stars shimmering leaf-like auras
green autos spread like dominos at a drive-in movie
a tricked out goblin’s pickup with dark windows and green headlights
and a staticky green light coming from where sun doesn't shine
green voids filling green spaces
Green Peace, with dancers in green tutus and pointe shoes
that skip like moss covered stones
across an ocean deep pond or verdant field
green jeans, green skirts on girls that look like they want to go somewhere
they’re ready to go, now!
TAKE ME!
bottles of green beer empty!
what happened to our leprechaun?
Fireworks like galaxies laced with green
jeans, skirts, bras that explode at your touch
smears of green across an impressionistic sky
leaving only softness behind
naked thighs that pillow your head, as you breath deeply
the smoky green residue that burned into her flesh too
Green musk hangs from twilight’s enveloping arms
and covers the saturated moors of imagination
like a morning fog that rises to greet
a vibrant dawn pressing her down
deep into the green
The sheep in the nearby pasture
Heard what the cows had done
In the building of their rocket ship
And they too wanted one
A few of them shaved for pocket money
Black market wool brings a hefty price
While some went out to Las Vegas
To try their luck at the roll of the dice
First thing they did with the money
Was to spring for Sherman's release
The only one in the family to go to Harvard
Though it was for experiments on his mind which apparently they fleeced
Right away they noticed something odd about Sherman
Something that just wasn't quite right
But passed it off as genius quirkiness
And let that idea slide by
They told Sherman what it was they wanted
Said he had a mad...um...master plan
All the sheep turned and Baaa'd together
What was that, that he just said?
For weeks all they heard was banging and clanging
From inside their farmers shed
The only activity they saw outside
The massive delivery of Dominos crazy bread
One day the shed doors flew wide open
There stood Sherman as mad as acid rain
No doubt among the sheep in the pasture
He was Bonkers, Loony, Loopy...okay Sherman's insane
As he drug his creation into the open
Not a one in the crowd uttered a word
Till little Bobby Black Sheep spoke up and said
Is that a cows udder?...is that what they think that they just herd?!
Sherman took that moment of bewilderment
To swing onto udder #4
Strapping himself inside of his contraption
And shooting off for the stars
Sherman is still up there circling the planet
Did you hear about the phenomenon in Spain?
Just the other day something amazing there happened
There was the pouring of milk instead of rain...
But we know how that miracle happened
And that it came from the udders galore
Cause when your traveling through space like Sherman
What else would udders be for
Just heard from the Pigs...
They too want a piece of this action...
Murder was the show
And Monday was the goal
Mid night,
strangers passing by
The scene is set,
So I gaze at the moon
Call me moon gazer,
Following my foot steps
To Hiding in the forests
All for Gathering trees
This is weird like my long legs,
So I draw back
To counter attack,
Like my opponent has plans
Like I have a vision
Like this situation lets to some conclusion,
Well this just the body
The start, of the whole story
As the moon light,
So I focus on the uncovered mystery
Like stars’ shine,
I guess that's the calling,
Witnessing death,
Man all the pain
Like simmy had it all before the rain
Now Gee's reigning so we all feel the ruins,
The power of change
In life it's all about chance,
Mondays the start,
Friday is so far
Like Sundays are cool
And its Monday again, what a drag!
The design of days,
The catholic order
The whole eastern take over,
So we live in a religious system
But we be dying like its Satan's game,
We are living in the diary written by ancient folks,
Everyone plays a part like everyone is a character
Your life is just a sentence to this whole story,
If you don't live a paragraph long you be sentenced to hell,
So we all pray like we all want to be in the new chapter
The new world order,
The fiction we living in and this is just part of the story,
The whole untold mysteries will unfold
And we'll fall like dominos
Like the extinction of dinosaurs,
But this is just evolution
The whole alien plan
The anunnaki breeding program
So we all are experiments,
Humanoid hybrids to cloning,
The whole abomination
This is the design of humans,
So we form nations
To regimes, contemplating a rebellion
So we unite as a state to fighting the state
So it’s a case battle that no one will win
Just genocide so we all are erased and
that's the conclusion leading to the end.
Feisty as a tiger
Command of a lioness
With the cheshire cat's smile
She’s a brown eyed queen of hearts
Heir to the throne
Always balancing between decisions
She has a dark brown mane
Wonderfully wild with
A serious swagger in her step.
Told me ghosts
Can work bluetooth.
Nails bitten to the quick,
She has a birthmark
Stage right
And sits on every chair like it is
The directors.
She came upon a fork in the road,
And made her own path
Introduced me to Charlie,
Sam and
Patrick.
We are infinite in
The falling rain outside a mall.
And chickens can float.
Chocolate makes everything better
Except dominos.
Cause that's how i topple
Chain reactions
Pain reactions
But she's always there to set me back up
Again.
Her sympathy makes you weep
Her disappointment makes you cry
And her regrets?
She has none.
She's a brand new hipster
And her mirrored sunglasses
Show a reflection of her soul.
Her courage and confidence
Is built on spite
And her mood changes
As quickly as the tide
She keeps an odd combination of
Safety pins and bubbles
In her leather jacket.
She's a hopeless romantic in combat boots,
With a weakness for pushups
And laughter that makes the sun rise.
A Villanelle by Jelsr
Junebug couldn't stop thinking about the hood the house
It was just so slumming and urban
Never had he known anything so robust
That morning, Junebug was shocked by loss
He had to calm himself with a cross
Andy couldn't stop thinking about the house
Later, Taten was spooked by a townhouse
He tried to focus on a herein
Never had he known anything so in-house
Junebug tried to distract him with a penthouse
Said his mind had become too interurban
Taten couldn't stop thinking about the pit-bull eating rotten souse
Hood rats playN dominos
Wild cats in the trash cans crunching Doritos
Come to find out they were both under the influence
Homeless living in a crack-house
2/10/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Whether right or wrong in some ways we fell together
as if waves crash upon the sea,
our lives did meet
He very artsy,
I, just a dreamer
yet I confided
in him like noneother
He had the most radiant smile
that made mine come through
and though a decade younger
we liked the same food,
shows and shared much over the weekends
and dominos pizza endeavors
Time, time, time...
it can be your own prison if you let it
I prefer remembering the good
forgetting the callous words in the end
Medicinal wine for jetlag?
sure.
as the waves carried us away off shore
For we were just watching T.V.
A little imbibed on that six dollar wine
It seemed so natural
he in the reliner,
me with legs bent on the couch
Nothing romantic
as he knew my heart was with another writer,
surely not!
You need not drive,
I would feel bad if something happened to you
or someone else
You can sleep on top the covers,
and I'll sleep under them
"no problem"
Why he did not listen!
and the next thing I knew I was in too deep
His delicate hands so gentle
even in my fourties,
never a man so soft, in touch
He confided so much of his trauma and pain
I helped him some I tend to believe
afterall,
he knew from the start,
my heart belonged to another writer
even if it was just through verse
He knew of my struggles,
he knew of my pain
He knew all the little secrets,
these subtle, girly things
One evening,
long after I chose another path
drinking six dollar bottles of wine
much of the time
and my life was successful, though left in a sea
cast out somewhere in the middle thereof
by life
by love
by God withstanding I would survive this afterall!
(it's an edge man,
it's the writing edge!)
(and what a bunch of bolgna)
yet today I dream of subtle things
the cleanliness of true love,
and it's something I am yet to experience among things
What would it be like,
I, just a dreamer
to rest comfortably beside a moral man as he?
I would never raise my voice or be indifferent,
I would never disrespect him or anyone ever
If I could just rest my head
on a pillow so close
to the heart of another writer
love- it can be a prison if you let it
I, just a dreamer
I give up those silly dreams
and hug my pillow
and peacefully drift off to sleep