Best Ja Poems
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION
Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.
Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow,
circular stairs and ceilings with coat of arms grants
changes made but its history today remains still
Tourists not deterred by ghost tales scary extreme
But await they exercise for imaginations to show
the setting, a romantic reincarnation that enchants
attracted lovers to celebrate their matrimonial thrill
Eilean Donan Castle in its stunning reachable location
pose the Western Highlands of Scotland a temptation.
Written by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
8:46 pm; August 18, 2015
WHEN TEARS TOUCH
The twelfth of November reminds me of the day
when our paths first crossed then came to grow on trail.
Soon... all the days like waves rolled into years
as we reminisce our pasts: joys and tears for fears.
A pad with pen I hold to write what pops by;
Each tint and curve a bell that says, you and I.
The words are mere push and pull medley of thoughts
shaping a circle melody of heart shots.
Learning flower our way as our cultures shared;
gem writings topically crafted are compared.
Feelings flood colours to our world, closer we became--
Creeping longing is "our meeting" as this both our aim
Beep and peek are lace ladders to higher trust grounds,
every tap and trade a thread fortifying our bond.
The lasso tying our heartstrings to etch some rhymes,
vital signs checked normal but awhile raise second hands
Can it be that this a fruit of stardust's grand wand?
Or a rose waiting to bloom and behold upon bosoms?
Now the day has arrived, suitcases packed, I smile
a journey, I have dreamt about, many many miles.
Nervousness cocoons but it's normal to feel this;
for this my long wish as I enter the coming hours.
Distance and differences our silent enemies!
But... It did not stop us from thinking sound strategies.
Interest and love gleams as our loyal company
enabling us to draw verses of harmony.
Broken bridges we cross by grace of felicity~
yearning to meet eye-to-eye an intensity!
Along the wires we jibe to friendly deal
that as crisp December sings we will make it real.
The cool December made our wanting a tip-top exhilarate..
and from somewhere, a song plays:
"When you feel in your skin in your bones and the hollow
Of your heart, there's no way you can wait till tomorrow.
When there isn't any doubt about it once you come this close
Cos you know and you know that you know...."
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*** the last stanza are lines taken from the song: "WHEN YOU KNOW" by Shawn Colvin from the movie Serendipity.
©J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo
October 29, 2014; 10:05 pm
Lyrics are timed to music
Out there - a distant shore
I’ve seen your face before
It’s De’ja`vu with thoughts of you
Then feelings of a loss, come tomorrow
Sometime - another place
I’ve seen - your smiling face
It’s De’ja'vu of thoughts I knew
Love is meant to be, not the sorrow
I searched, beyond the stars
I looked beneath the moon
I know JUST KNOW - without a DOUBT
My heart - will show me soon
Oh way out there - a distant land
That’s where - my love began
Now De’ja'vu fills thoughts anew
So happy again - come tomorrow
So far, beyond that star
We’ll kiss far beneath the moon
I know, without a DOUBT
My heart will show me where soon
I’m sure, with wings I’ll soar
With love, I knew before
I’ll spread my wings I’ll learn to fly
And never ever again - be broken hearted
Oh we can fly with wings on high
Then never ever again, we’ll be parted
Synopsis of total De’ja’vu play that these lyrics were composed for:
The lives of two lovers was torn apart way back in the 14th century when she was banished. The interference could have caused a Pattern shift of Destiny in the Loom of Time. Could a certain couple be the same star crossed lovers that have searched for each other through many lifetimes over the centuries?
A wise mystical character from the bygone era is a keen observer and blames himself for not intervening. He also wonders that since the Earth is the cradle of humanity, would humans have progressed past the cradle in this day and age.
Foot note:
Ron and I love musical theater. After seeing a disappointing play, he rose to my challenge in regard to the comment he made that he could have written better. The result was De’ja’vu, a Romantic Musical.
I wrote the lyrics in collaboration with him, but due to the enormous staging costs the music was never written and we abandoned the project.
The lyrics for this piece have been tweaked to ‘La mer’, also known as ‘Beyond the Sea’ and one of my Dad’s favorite songs. (Wish he was here, he would have composed the music)
Sorry folks, if and when we find suitable music to the lyrics of the Grand Finale, I’ll post it
BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES
From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile,
spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air,
their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair;
suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style,
the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare.
Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins
rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile...
Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare--
they blow their dreams to root in land fertile.
They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak
though trials, struggles may round and round peep
for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin
To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep
These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak
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J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo
9:37 pm, March 03, 2015
What temprate joy began with
Such afterglow took away
Once forensic dissertation
dismantling the evidence sends
When massaged vanity and
guily platitudes are subsidised
overcome by inertial reality
As fraud is replaced and integrity
lost
Pondering the cost of what was
gained was lost
And comes with no return policy
But speaking personally from the
here what right have i to complain
If yes that is my signature my
name undersigned in the contract
Was i not duty bound to have read
the small print before putting
pen to paper and held account responsible for my own actions
Because wanted it so much
a willing accomplice was i to be
turn a blind eye and overlook the lie
Until it was patently pointed out to
me that a hollow victory however
fleeting only lasts a while
But a stain is permanent and
remains on one's record for life
Sold for merely 30 pieces of
control
Which then became priceless
and unattainable to buy back
or own
Until it rears it's ugly head being
abused in some random advertising
advert campaign
The final insult nail in the coffin
thinking
What have i done
What did i do
Why couldn't i just have waited
Why was i not blessed with patience
My Birthday,The Calendar Speaks
Since January 4, 1951**********
(Written for the Shanks, the Youngs & Jim)
“...Raging glory...Forever young...”. Bob Dylan
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The calendar speaks
Of this day, seventy years ago, when
I was born. Around 6 p.m.. Wearing a crown
Of thick, black hair. And a never-stop smile,
Instilled to fight the blues. I will not
Want to imagine my mother in the pain of birth...
Only her joys in holding a daughter. My mom
Without any clues (thank God) to imagine all
The pains and demands
My growing would cause. Over and over.
Whoever would have had the thought that
My growing would go on this long?
Most likely, only God, who put the maps before me
All along the way. But, easily I can see
How his plan unfolded perfectly:
From my doings to the coursings of my heart;
From illnesses to ecstasies of my spirit’s growth;
From palettes to pirouettes to poetry.
Who would have prognosed I’d live this long?
Certainly not I. From outrunning my mistakes
To fighting beasts; churning through shadows,
Longing always for the light;
Praying for friendships with angels, and to be
Worthy enough to hear the psalms of Eden — which
Would have taken longer than this long — but,
Whoever would have guessed I’d live this long?
Not my doctors, not my teachers, not my neighbors.
They never saw life’s lessons feeding me to scream
Survival, then passion, and desperately to keep Knowing the smiles that blessed me from birth!
Thanks. Thanks, then, to life and God, and
Love, yes...
Love has held me all along. Thanks, too, to
New Poetry soup friends, so great
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(c) sally Young eslinger for 1/4/2021
Thanks be to God
HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES
Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth?
for so long, so long, I tried to search and search
Come east. Come west. North to south, I all reach.
my quest began since day of my birth. . .
It's pre-historic paleolithic age, this beautiful place
Karnataka's architecture amidst it's greenery.
Heaven through my eyes seeing such scenery
to walk it's ground my thoughts gently grace.
Meandering many miles from a dripping spring,
the Fraser River in it's glory catches my eye,
heaven through my eyes as I stand nearby
to hear it's lapping waters as it sings.
This magnificent fissure, one of earth's abyss,
the Grand Canyon on the Colorado Plateau.
Heaven through my eyes, in erosion flow
resided the ancient Pueblo whom lived in bliss.
Supple strong arms cradle me from harm
Salty tears they slowly fall, to flood
cracking gradually sadness that long clog
Heaven reveal to my eyes your charm
behold thee not by a necklace of glitter
but a love so peaceful and oh so tender
that 'til this life is through I'll remember
no longer do I want ever be shut!
as all these infuse in me reasons to smile
and again take a look at yellow horizons
with it's curly shaped clouds white and some blue
Heaven is revealed to my eyes by the presence of you!
Evergreen leaves so lush cluster among trees
Daisies, magnolias, orchids they paint a beauty
Ocean blue touch the sea's face of purity
Heaven through my eyes displayed for free!
Beyond this life, beyond this whole wide world--
do you believe a place called heaven up there?
If you do, won't you tell me a clue to exactly know where
and what to do for so long, so long there I like to curl?
©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo
01:00 pm, December 26, 2014
Past umphle and some scatter beans
Past tickly cough we pass.
A grumble through the chorley wood
To breed a better rash.
Past arsewiffe with a whopper club
Past bramble burt and bibby.
A farple for old fortitude
To sing the Doo-Wah-Diddy!
Crave not for little Jeremy
A blister on his soresight.
Go butter up the khaki tin
And wave for Queen and kite.
Re-muse the giddy pumpkin.
A smile turned upside down,
For better bread and smutter
We chortle like a clown.
Der Glanz in deinen Augäpfel,
Und der Reiz aus deiner Schönheit,
Rufen mich um dir zu kommen;
Wie der Pfiff von einem Hundbesitzer.
Mit dem Verhalten deinen Augenlider blinken,
Naturlich kann ich nicht nein sagen,
Sondern dir folgen ohne Zweifel;
Wie ein Hund seinem Besitzer folgt.
Sagst du mir, was ich tun muss,
Nur gibt es eine Moglichkeit :
Deinen Wunsch,sonst nichts;
Um lieben und um Liebe zu lassen.
Wenn alle nein sagen, ist mir egal,
Wenn du ja sagst,alles klar.
Brooding passion
' neath pride..a prejudice
D'arcy could not hide
hear me recite from my 4100+ PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro..
catch my shortforms @strandport on twitter ..
read my kindle guides on amazon
on Jan 17th 1706 Benjamin Franklin was born
became a printers apprentice
established the first lending library
was known as an uncommom comman man
that taught self in science and inventions
Benjamin Franklin 1706-1790
Also Entry For Brian Strand's Vignette
A Literary Love Affair Contest
GL All
Summit Times Ja Just Gotta Walk Away...
Excusing yourself as if...
going to the bidet,
an immense water closet
(perhaps the size of
Mar A Lago type getup),
sans human waste
(after flushing)
empties into prez Donald's bay,
where one bum wrapped aforementioned
toilet finely (and finally) enthrones
derriere exquisitely, and, delicately
intricately, chiseled wrought with cloisonne
ah...enjoying simple pleasure ass I say
sipping one after another Red Bull, whence
with one final trumpet of the rump -
(as acknowledgment to angry 1%),
though quite reluctantly did pay -
hitting the custom built in combination
handsome replica Taj Mahal fountainhead golf
course made from clay
baked Adobe bathroom links
(whew...long Atlas) shrugging off
responsibilities, escorted
by migrant compadre
Russian Putin lookalike uncannily
also resembles plucked Kernel Sanders
advocating consuming buttered Thomas
English muffins with oreos can delay,
tending to government, who successfully
playfully, melodiously preaches, sermonizes
and absolute zero values benefits burning
off calories, where couples sashay,
asper square and/or contra dancing,
where the caller hollers hip hip hooray
barely audible above
noisy fracas and fray
of crowded house,
avast throng of village people stomp
louder than a quiet
riot global military foray
anathema to dogma,
karma, persona... of
Jacques Cousteau, or like
minded millennials and/or gray
bearded whelk homed by elasmobranchii.
He was a lyricist
Who wrote his words down on toilet paper, paper towels, or torn up cardboard boxes
Just jotting down writing on anything that’s lying around
Always had/has pen or pencil in his hair
Always jotting down something
Brother was inspired
He’s so inspiring..
While working a job making $ 9.85 an hour
All his friends said you should try out on American Idol
Always jotting down something
Brother was inspired
He’s so inspiring..
Never frowning, never sad
I never seen or saw my uncle mad
Always writning something down
A poem a songwriter..
Hee’s my uncle Ja maz’ a poet few knew it(nobody knows it)
Has tools hardly uses it, uses them
Neither rhyme nor reason oft times self-indulgence
Never reluctant to share his verses
Never cusses nor curses
Writes in print while riding horses
Is a lyricist most often poetic
Dreams in color while shopping at the mall
Always a pen or pencil in his hair
Always jotting down somethin just inspired
Always jotting down something
Brother was inspired
He’s so inspiring..
While working a job making $ 9.85 an hour
All his friends said you should try out on American Idol
Always jotting down something
Brother was inspired
He’s so inspiring..
Never frowning, never sad
I never seen or saw my uncle mad
He’s my Unckle Ja’maz
Written words & arranged music by JaMaz Rseel Drawde Semaj 2015, 2019©
From anthology “Unckle Ja’maz a deadication to Jamela Jenkins”
Pon mi soft whisper satin
Pillow, A voice, golden wing
Spread, Heavens Open, Jahhhh;
Jamaican Style, mi angel mi adore
Yah beauty, fi mi heart a fi yah....
English INTERPITATION:
On my soft whisper satin pillow,
A voice and golden wings spread,
Heavens jahhhhh; JAMACIAN STYLE
My angel I adore your beauty, my
Heart is yours......
Written by:
Carma= sweet n' sour and
Richard Palmer
When the lights go off
When curtains are drawn
When stillness settles here
I lie thinking
It is you swirling in me like feathers in soft winds or letters over an ocean
Like a little girl swings in spring time
Swaying slow
At the bus stops by the ways where vineyards grow
At times you try and hide
Some how your feelings show:
Puddled eyes, swaying hips both arms in a hold,
Drawing circles in the sand with the end of your toes
Over time you became so quiet
I left you in the stillness the nostalgic silence like the lost bow of a violin
Perhaps in time retirements
Perchance someday we'll find it
You fell and wept, I knelt as you bled, there's a scar that I've nursed on the side of your leg
Ja 'quelle