Best Quinceanera Poems
Being just four ,that loud knock on the frosted, front glass door!
The fierce ringing of the handbell meant only one thing!
That Santa was here with toys, but we have first had to sing.
Then sit on the floor, each had questions to answer and more.
I was so frightened, I would get a black lump of coal?
I looked into Santas soft, blue eyes as I sat on his shiny red thighs.
I relaxed,answered all his questions and with relief, deeply sighed.
But I sensed, Santa had a warm and loving soul.
We cousins, Dennis,Bruce,Madelyn and I, then returned to our places.
Aunt Helen played the piano and we sang to God honoring this season.
As Christmas in our home had a religious reason.
Santa passed out our presents, not one of us got a lump of coal.
Santa had homemade cake and coffee, waved goodbye and left.
He filled us with good, Christmas cheer.
Not one of us was present less nor bereft!
~~~~~~~~~
In fond memory of my younger Cousins, Bruce and Madelyn, who
loved all people, life and the wonder of this planet!
Both are in heaven!
Cousin Panagiota
12/19/2021
I've been working really hard.
And I haven't done a thing.
The answer to the riddle isn't signaled with a ding.
Professions and confessions leave the door a bit ajar.
I've traveled many places, I've not gotten very far.
The only way to get there must be high up on a star.
Maybe someday I'll find my way with my human radar.
The endless dream of inhibition.
A life long scheme with no ambition.
An entry of just one submission.
To catch that big one while your fishn'.
What is the point of rambling on.
If it's still dark upon the dawn.
And clouds foreshadow yesterday.
Repeating everything you say.
I now have come to understand.
Why an Ostrich hides itself in sand.
It's not because it is afraid.
But maybe just needs some cool shade.
What image can an artist show.
To make the viewer ever know.
The vision that was born within.
That they look for with that sly grin.
Where does the end begin this time.
As I keep searching on in rhyme.
Awaiting a slight glimpse ahead.
To come alive before I'm dead.
You let me down friend,
as your spring sprung and my life
flashed before my eyes.
Ocean of storms within' my sleep
The sun is white with envy
The sky is raining blood
All the hatred with the flood
And visions I rather not keep.
As I relentlessly endure the fears and screams
I become shocked in silent trances of temptations only sound
Which only comes within' my dreams,
As I begin to look around...
Around at life's transition, And death's position
For me to awake from this lie,
I need to say goodbye,
Say goodbye to the ocean of storms, Say hello to pride above
For now love will take its course and replace those visions for sure.
Kld 2002
People think plants are not violent
This is where I will tend to disagree
Have you ever seen a vine strangle a tree?
What about when a fly is devoured by the Venus?
When the weeds clog the yard with such immensity that drains every nearby plant?
Sure you have
Therefore you have witnessed the hard-wired DNA principle
To survive
Regardless of species
The predation and the prey
All within the concept that.....
Celery somehow made it to dominance in a seemingly peaceful fashion
Yet deceptively, as stoic as this ... Celery... seems
It most certainly practices a turgid diplomacy of violence
Showing its importance as
An invaluable part of classic broth
A team player in regards to fiber
And
Let's never forget the partnership with peanut butter
So it began
Celery was allowed into the favored gardens of the chosen vegetables
Walled away from the thorny, thick monstrosities that grew unattended
On the other side of the gate
Shedding their pollen without the slightest of apologies
But none of this was a concern for Celery
As Celery grew strong, robust and prolific
Soon it was apparent Celery had larger dreams than walled-off gardens
It was time for world domination
It was time to run the competitors unto the topsoil
Celery's surrounding mother roots went deep and everywhere within the soil
This unquenchable thirst caused
Many neighboring plants to become so stifled
A massive plant exodus occurred
Creating even more harsh turf conditions
This was compounded with the
Many casualties from plant-like warfare
Yet, one may ask
Did Celery show mercy and a vegetative state upon its face
No (and yes)
The roots took over and drained the essence from every beet, scallion and basil
In proximity
While simultaneously and
Ravenously soaking in every bit of energy needed for
Survival
Even at the cost of Celery's family and friends
So
Given this veracious tale
Do you still believe plants are not violent?
Choosing a course of action that you have
Options may be abound but are they right
Making the right decission should be easy
Maybe you should just stop to think about
Once you take that course of action do you
Need to think it through before you take it
Some people take actions without thinking
Even when they know that's the wrong one
Never stopping to realise the consequence
Sometime people actually lives to regret it
Every actions will always have reactions to
" A Godly man pursues a woman
Agape
to glorify God
I am a Godly Man
in pursuit of a woman
to glorify God
Agape
I a Godly Man pursues a woman to glorify God
And the only man pursues a woman
to glorify God
Just as I am just as like Boaz
Love as Boaz I am going to glorify God
Through the pursuit of a woman, Agape
I am going to purpose Glory by God
Through my action for His glory in Him purpose
And I am that I'm all such as I a Godly Man
Pursuing a woman to glorify God
Fearfully and wonderfully made
Beautiful creative a Godly Man in pursuit
Of a woman to glorify God that so I am
Agape just I am pursuit liken just as Boaz
Agape
Here so I am loving as Boaz "
10/8/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Pick it
Up that
There in
Front of
You then
Throw it
Over
There
Behind
You where you
Once were
Before
When you
Stepped out
Your door and
Walked
Passed
Other
People's glass
Houses all the while
Smiling knowing that you
Threw the first
Stone at
Your
Very
Own
QUINTESSENCE
an absence
of
fervent
intensity
in miniature
with
infinite
equivocation
an ambiance
of impressioned
sensations
a resurgence
of an elide
intermix
apparently
remote
from
abiding concern
obliquely
descended into
a preoccupation
with the sensual
such
eloquent
perfection to
enlighten
the fusion
of continuity
with cohesion
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I love you when your quiet
I love you like this
Chilled and laid back
Peace at long last
I love you when your playing
I love you wrestling too
Pulling on a sock
A tug of war is cool
Archies giggling and the snorting
You'd think he was a horse
Snorting and sniffing at the cat
Upon the wall
Barking Mad
She swaggers her tail
walking tall
Archies just a young lad after all
Uncle rocco takes it all in his stride
His coat of black and white
A look of peace and pride
Bounding like a big puppy through the music hall ...
Here comes Rocco
For some Rock and Roll ....
If we run out of gas, can we fill up somewhere
A station for such and to drop off our old foul air
Might have trouble hiring
Coz of the hazy o-ring
Something to consider as we age, c'est la guerre!
I want to be synthesis,
be thesis...
I want to feel a lot
a sum, but being one...
Being of the ground and the air
be from the sky and be from the sea
to be, crazy higid... mentally sane
corpore sano
lex sed lexis...
be a dreamed metaphor,
live pleonasm,
active particle of the universe,
towards the infinity of God...
be of love forever
To be a totally spiritual being... !
A golden sunset setting before them.
Two young teens bewitched, hardly in boredom.
The young teen girl in the soft, coral knee-highs stood.
Oh, if only a kiss on her lips thought he, if I only could.
They stood in wonderment of the tall, wispy weeds of
their sunset Spring.
That undulating moment of sacred, sexual awakening.
He, in his new Chinos and shirt, so vibrantly rooster red.
Matched the libidinous thoughts that danced about in his
tousled, boyish head.
The trees seemed to bow, creating a private love cave.
The boy, leaned over, and upon her lips, the softest,
sweetest, cotton-candy kiss gave.
May 29, 2020
3:30 pm PST
Poem# 1,304
Take my hand.. Walk with me..
In your memory lane..
To the day that we met..
To the beginning and to the end..
Days went by and months past by..
The affection and the love..
I had for you just died..
Things never worked as planed..
Yet you never understand...
I knew we were not meant to be..
I hated the feeling of being traped...
Every second I wanted to be free..
Its my fault I know its me..
Beacuse I love my freedom..
And just being me..
I know you loved me but..
I always felt I was not free..
Not free enough to be me..
I never wanted to be traped..
I always wanted to be me..
My freedom... Myself...
Always matters to me..
If you ever understood me..
I would have never ask you to leave..
When you came back after months....
Thats the reason i never wanted you back...
Beacuse i know.. I will be traped..
And this time i take you back..
I know i will have to live..
A prisoners i never want to be..
Everyone loves to be loved..
Yet its important I say it now..
I am sorry for everything.. But..
I dont want to loose myself my freedom
for Love to be loved!!
Dilu Wijegunasekara
29/10/21
Which came first, the chicken or the egg
Brain's in a quandary, I'm on my last legs
The world is flat
And stuff like that
Think something upstairs has come unpegged