Best Viewed Poems
Death be not proud but humble with strife
Old man flicks ashes, has one last choke
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
Many passed before him, cut off like a knife
They fester in his memory with this his final smoke
Death be not proud but humble with strife
In youth there were ladies, his courtships were rife
But never a vow, no promises he spoke
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
He lived wild and free, never seeking a wife
Much wealth he acquired, never to be broke
Death be not proud but humble with strife
He failed to see beyond the edge of gold’s knife
Shared nothing, loved no one, found no comforting cloak
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
Tonight he wishes that he should have changed his life
He snuffs his candle, knows he’ll not feel heaven’s stroke
Death be not proud but humble with strife
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
Original nursery rhyme ~ Old King Cole
“Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Oh there’s none so rare, as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three"
My original parody
Old King Troll had a very long pole
And a very long pole had he
He called for his wife (she’s his trouble and strife)
And he called for his mistresses three
King Troll sat in the middle …his wife said you’re on the fiddle
This fact King Troll couldn’t deny
All the women took a swipe at him
and gave him a black eye!
Alexis challenged me to do a parody of Old King Cole nursery rhyme
10~03~16
New Poem
Old King Troll was out of control
An Internet stalker was he
He sat at his desk (he was really grotesque)
And he made lives a misery
With computer sites he’d fiddle, (only leaving for a piddle)
He would lurk there for many hours
The cops finally caught up with him
And now he’s put behind bars!
Poem re written 10~23~16
Least Viewed Contest
Sponsored by Marugu Mo
10~23~16
I fly out of my lair
to land in your hair
You brush me off
as if I weren't there
Yet now you're infected
though you've not suspected
corona flu injected
no symptoms detected
You've invaded my home
stripped the land of my food
I'd have left you alone
'cept for your turpitude
Of rural China we speak
and the West, it does shriek
regarding sinister plots
but that's all for naught
For as you too encroach
on habitats you poach
from skunks, 'coons, and mice
Please know that head lice --
will seem mighty nice
compared to the plagues
that are heading your way
in a trice
OCEAN BOTTOM VIEWED-
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusians underscored treasures;
Act all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
~
I heard domestic, marine oiling;
My smallmouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broke dead floating silken;
~
In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bite, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
Above and below ocean mangrove trees;
Also threw my whiting on the shore of seas;
Was a standout, breakout stout watery breeze?
~
When thinking of underwater ocean
Acts seaweed in liquid torrent motion?
6/4/19
Your Choice, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Filters of weak truths
My shades of reality
Bold lies in artwork
Posey Raul Moreno
I thought of art,
As I viewed the visage…
Much I marveled the silent image
My passion is the skill type
Create in me a new beauty
Give my mind God and my hands a speck of your creativity
I discovered the graphics
I thought of art,
As I viewed the visage…
Remembering many, patterns, plasma's, and design advanced species
Death shall bring sections flora dismays
And so you came gently fluttering colors
Instead I uncovered the clause I engaged them in a bottle
And the kind never drawing yet painting stills
I thought of art,
As I viewed the visage…
It was willing
By the grave I saw the images
I have dreamed of the artists
Visions realms of techno-color;
Graphic bound flashes of bronze and yellow
I thought of art,
As I viewed the visage…
I have dreamed of the pictures
The technical technology trampolining
My eyes fluttered not;
When I thought of the art
the skill, skill schilling
The thrills yet thrilling
I crave the advanced, aesthetic article
Deep into that darkness schilling
The isothermal image imaging
Long I stood there limbering, fulfilling
I thought of art,
As I viewed the visage…
7/31/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Original title: LONGING
My dream was to ride
Not on horseback, no, on your motorcycle,
with you
With my hair in the wind
A whirling tornado of curls
Lashing out at your back and helmet
And my arms wrapped around you
With my eyes closed
While sunlight etched trees
we passed
In lively paintings in my brain
But here I am
Sitting between your legs
So you can keep me upright
And your one arm tightly around me
While holding the reins with the other
I close my eyes and lean against you
Feeling in your warm chest
A little fire burning
within
you and I
Perhaps that is all the motorcycle I need
Being with you on horseback
While you prevent me from falling
And I am keeping you in the saddle
Perhaps that is what we do,
metaphor for our lives.
Originally written October 15, 2016
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ON HORSEBACK
We're galloping wildly
My hair in the wind
lashing my curls against your back,
holding on tightly to you
Through my closed eyelids
I see silhouettes of trees
we pass.
My dream, there, with you.
Instead you hold me up
between your legs.
Your warm chest keeping me
from falling.
One arm safely around me,
holding the reins with the other.
We're glowing softly,
together
Perhaps this is all I need:
Being with you on horseback
While you prevent me from falling,
and I am keeping you in the saddle,
metaphor for our lives.
Rewritten October 21, 2016
for contest: Least Viewed
Sponsor: Marugu MO
While a great art viewed
An alive shape of marvels
What to say about that art
Miracle of world creation of god
Wonders not happen all time
But sometime they give their view
Wonder appear as surprise
So while she appear in the eyes
I was shocking and surprise
Its feel like my eyes speak lies
But her appear was a truth
I have seen a living paradise
It was happen early morning
When sun started to open its eyes
I have seen wonder of world
Creation of god a beautiful art
POET-ANURAG SHARMA
ADDRESS- DG-1 FLAT NO 27B
VIKAS PURI NEWDELHI-110018 INDIA
MO-8743082486, EMAIL- draditiadi@rediffmail.com
When you wake up on this morning
May the first thing you see upon awakening
Your eyes affix upon the beauty of God whispering over you
And may His Spirit heart
Impart
As always His genuine love
Showers drench you whom are God’s righteous daughter
Always in prayers and blessings
5/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
WOMAN VIEWED BY A MAN IN HEATED NATURN
I see you in the morn
See you in the spring
As summer warms
Brazing heats scorns
Your beauty rains
As my mind is clouded
Envision you drive me insane
As a man who vies a woman in heated nature
10/04/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Miles and miles and miles
Life's piles upon piles and piles
~ hide unwritten smiles
Earth; a composite of all
Mankind's aspecting.
Clouded, sun-clear, reflecting
What's emotional.
Self Viewed Mirror Reflections I See Myself Less graciously
Sometimes when I see myself I cry
Never I question nor ask Why
Circumstances gives me vibes
Wondering pondering,
Times…graciously lies
This view not me
Reflections
Mirrors
Sees…
11/01/19
Rhyming Nonet Poetry Contest
Nonet poetry form only.
Sponsored by: charles messina
While a great art viewed
An alive shape of marvels
What to say about that art
Miracle of world creation of god
Wonders not happen all time
But sometime they give their view
Wonder appear as surprise
So while she appear in the eyes
I was shocking and surprise
Its feel like my eyes speak lies
But her appear was a truth
I have seen a living paradise
It was happen early morning
When sun started to open its eyes
I have seen wonder of world
Creation of god a beautiful art
POET-ANURAG SHARMA
ADDRESS- DG-1 FLAT NO 27B
VIKAS PURI NEWDELHI-110018 INDIA
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After all of the facts are reviewed;
Further analyzed,
We then realized;
Keep in force and have it renewed.
Jim Horn