Best Enjoys Poems
Neither encumbered with
material trappings, nor money,
(neither of which I miss)
mine existence approxi-
moxy mates (to me),
the state of psychic,
intrinsic, and bucolic bliss
though far removed
from civilization distant
as thee (myopic) eye can see,
a benevolent, redolent,
and verdant pristine premise
bespoken, expressed, and invoked
to cosmic consciousness, especially
threats (to life and limb
courtesy *****sapiens),
isolated wilderness
absent villagers tsuris,
this monk thank
fully doth dismiss
homestead of unspoiled habitats
though contact with eldest,
and youngest sis
plus deux darling daughters,
the only people, whose absence
accompanies me to wince
with gentle hug, and air kiss
communing with nature
faintly conjures Swiss
Family Robinson
similarities, though this
subarctic Siberian wilderness
connotes more drastic
(ideal to me) solitude perfect
remote abode tubby remiss,
cuz this loner loathes
to impress others,
who don, and
trumpet an (all self)
important air of priss
see ness, no thank dear reader,
I revel as a misanthrope
glad to isolate myself
breathe deep sigh relief asper,
not being party to hiss
see fit, nor participate in
superficial rituals like...Christmas.
Long distance of sight
Two hearts kisses each other
Mind enjoys the game
Azure blue shadows add ultimate joyfulness to the forest
Gently moving brook waiting for deer and raccoon
Subtle greens and turquoises enhance her landscape
A sense of mystery and meditation, a private, sacred place
Not one sound, not a single smell, not a bit of movement
As stillness surrounds the black trees, who wait for something
Anticipating beauty in the form of a wolf or fox
Nothing wanders this way; the rocks wait soundlessly.
It is not yet break of day, the nocturnal creatures are asleep.
The raccoons are nestled in the tops of trees, arms around babies.
An unnatural silence surrounds the woods, embracing her.
Not a single footstep, a cough, or a snapped twig in this sanctuary.
The few creatures who are awake, are not noise makers.
Minnows, lady bugs, ants, beetles, moving stealthily,
Enjoying the coolness that goes along with morning dew
A red cardinal flies in and perches on a branch, changing everything.
A bit of scarlet against these blues and greens
Awaken the oaks and the elms, they begin to awaken.
The cardinal feels her power and begins to chirp and whistle.
Waking up the forest in the most delightful ways possible.
Written 11-23-2020
Contest: On Your Marks Naturally
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Moon Light Enjoys Being Bright
In my life, many moons I have seen
Shining in the sky on a village green
While over the ocean moon does glow
Even on animals who sleep and grow.
High above trees, moon will appear
Below surface of earth did disappear
So on next day it could rise again
Sometimes full or appearing thin.
Moon has a quarter in its each phase
And all around it may have a haze
When yellow, maybe blue or even red
Shining on my window as I go to bed.
Moon for lovers by God was made
Above barn where His Son once laid
In sky when wise man were lead by a star
They had started off travelling from afar.
My moon again soon I will start to see
May mean many things to you and me
And what I like about moon most of all
Its radiance down on me does want to fall.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bubba the Big Bear sat down at his favorite plaid chair
to eat his honeyed-toast, smelling oranges in the air
wafting in was music, Gypsy Tramps and Thieves by Cher
was life ever this fair? Bubba wiggled toes bare.
someone rang his phone, it was Henry the Hare.
he wanted to know if Bubba wanted to dare….
come down to the hollow and do a honey share.
when he said “no thank you”, that hare did swear.
that hare is crazy, Bubba said to the warm air.
there was a tiny bit of giggling, it was from the chair.
Cher was still singing, was life ever this fair?
Bubba sat back down and enjoyed his toast, without a care.
little julie enjoys her waffle cone
three scoops of vanilla with lots of sprinkles
saw her alone in the middle of a hefty snowfall with nothing on but a sweater and some faded jeans
that night, i fixed her some warm chicken noodle soup and some hot chocolate
i asked her if she had any family members nearby
she bashfully shook her head no
i then asked her about her mother and her father
she just sad softly 'they are not of this world'
that reply made me pause for a quick sec
afterwards i asked her if she wanted more soup
she quickly nodded yes and asked me if i had any bread
i made her some cinnamon biscuits and just watched her as she ate
from there i asked no more questions....i just made up a bed in the spare room
that was three years and two months ago
now here we are in this ben and jerry's
little julie still enjoys her waffle cone
three scoops of vanilla with lots of sprinkles
her smile is the period at the end of this poem i write while watching her indulge gleefully.
How gently,sweetly softly flowers pose,
Carnation,orchid ,daffodil and rose.
For their intricate petals form a shield
Yet bees with striped force do make them yield.
Appearances,natural or contrived,
Mixed with the wiles of men and women thrive.
As knowing not, we pluck the apple rare
And bite its flesh,with teeth we have to bare.
We too deceive the innocent who pass
Not seeing watchers hid behind the glass.
The windows break,the dark earth quakes;
Seized is the maid and he her virtue takes.
Beneath the surface,force and fierceness thrive.
What fearsome, burning God directs our lives?
She prowled the night horizon sniffing for prey
oh, my here it came, happy hey, hey, hey, hey!
She and her pack tore the animal quickly in half.
So glad to be dining on a baby giraffe.
They laughed their hideous song into the night.
Some would say this does not feel right.
Especially the mother who was looking for her babe.
But Africa is every bit as vicious as the Everglade.
The hyenas were loving their feast, they had to eat too.
Their stomachs were full, as they dug through the goo.
They enjoyed the tiny prey as only a hyena can.
Hyenas can be almost as vicious as a Safari gun man
The lioness watches the two-footer from her hiding place in the shadow
There is something majestic about her; how would she taste?
Just rip her apart! Her reptilian brain urges her.
A recent mother herself, lioness keeps watch as she gets closer.
She could have her by the neck in an instant.
But would this be feel like a fair hunt?
She yawns and rolls over on her back,
Not wanting to tear this two-footer up.
Don’t be a wimp! Her inner voice screams.
Take her now! She has no idea.
It is time!
The lioness stretches out, enjoying the shadows.
Determined to have things her way tonight.
She will let this two-footer live.
She can get the next one; she is in no hurry.
Let daddy watch the cubs a bit longer.
Love enjoys a little hate
The meaning of love is the most powerful words,,
Still it has the meaning of two sides that you've never heard.
Have you felt the revenge that love makes,
For it is the beginning that loves can create.
A Creation that love can enjoy,
That joy that makes hate seem like a toy.
What one can remember is that love is true
And the meaning of hate is complete too.
J-oyful
A-uthor
Z-estfully
M-akes
I-nspiring
N-ote
E-mploying
D-edication
A-nd
Y-early
V-erse
A-s
L-ovely
L-ady
E-njoys
J-oy
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S-alutation
Topic: Birthday of Jazmine Day Vallejos (December 16)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
nighttime summertime
a hungry, cunning ghost lurks
enjoying the night
8/14/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
no; no one is enjoyer on this earth
only human kind
though this body is not true me
its truly I enjoy everything;
eating, drinking, writing, speaking, breathing everything I enjoy
the fruits, the rice, the water, the grains
the moonlight, the sunlight, the dark everything I enjoy
the river, the forest........ everything I, the human enjoys only
I from the human being
the ungrateful enjoyer of universe
without any payment just know to consume
but the giver all these are the earth does not enjoy her offerings,
the universe does not enjoy anything anytime
only I, the dweller enjoy all
but after all the enjoyer and enjoyment cannot live eternally,
consumer tastes all temporarily,
consuming flavor has limited time
the expiration time touches me, the human in time
and I fall in the recycling embryo of death
but mysteriously at last the earth enjoy this enjoyer body
14.04.2020 Chattogram
Butterfly Flies Enjoys the Moth- A Haiku--
The calipillar
A large, deep butterfly flies
enjoying the moth
3/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
moonless night
density of dark
black clouds make flight
east to west, north to south pole
soul converges to soul
come, open the harem of chest
keep aside the soul
merge the bodies into one
o' outside the souls observe
the mundane unity
-18/11/19 CTG, BD