autumn breathes echoes
gold, amber, whisps of laughter
muse of the mountains
Falls brisk air sneaks in sun from day to day
Love’s flicker fizzles
Hearts apart, souls within
Salient shade fades flames
Heart full filled with sweet
belle of the ball
dish in the sink
amongst the china
peach of the bowl
embraceable
sweet nectar luster divine
simply tart
brisk REVELANT
for children young at
-heart-
12/13/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I was listening to some songs of love
On my way home from work
It was dark
And cold
I just had my little phone flashlight
No coat
And about two miles of hills ahead of me
And it turns out
When you ride your bike
In the cold
With songs of love
And at night
They turn into songs of tragedy
With about two miles ahead of you
But then I looked up at the sky
And I saw the stars
And I remembered
That it was okay, actually
And that I had chosen this
So unless you can look up and see the stars
Don't go riding at night
In the cold
Listening to songs of love
With about two miles ahead of you
When the sun emerges
in the terrace brisk daisy
content solfeges
A brisk walk in the morning
Is good for human's thinking,
Mental wellness it will bring.
Dancing leaves
Swaying trees
Autumn time is here
Air is crisp
Wind is brisk
Gusts from far and near
Leaves fall steady
Like confetti
Faster than they grew
Gold and brown
All around
Moist from morning dew
Harvests high
Wheat and rye
Squash and pumpkins accrued
Blackbirds flee
Squirrels spree
Storing winter food
Scads of fun
In gentle sun
Best time of the year
Dancing leaves
Swaying trees
Autumn time is here.
Evening calm
Calling your name
It's almost dusk
And whom do you trust
Randomly you spread your wings
You're flying solo you're free
...free as you fly in the brisk sky
9/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
A brash bright sun of lily snow, a ray
of rainbow charm! His shadow form would pass —
gray moon with soulful past, waist bows to pray.
No luck — this chump — lays dandy cloak for lass.
Both braids to climb, not charming work — aghast!
Sun’s light sans coal, moon wants to grab a spark.
Though much afraid — a mighty storm, witch cast.
Bold clouds doth soar, but moon withstands the dark.
With victory in mind, a worthy goal,
to link two lights, to wan and wax, to fly.
Thus hand in hand, slight touch of mirth; a stroll.
O twilight brisk, too quick — conjoins soft sighs.
Ah! Joyful bond of sun and moon; said blood
doth count — a blushing sky so pink its bud.
7/23/2020
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Checked with howmanysyllables.com
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds
and too gentle zephyr of mortality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.
My mind reels with the thrill of whiteout blinds
buffeted by green field sentimentality.
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds.
Exciting the throng, leather football winds.
Gruff padded players gift us vitality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.
To feel so alive in sweaters, not thinned,
bouncing along in haywagon of normality.
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds.
Pumpkin and apple pies, corn, all else tinned.
Harvest festivals of cordiality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.
A scarecrow field stays put in our minds
filled with Halloween unreality.
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.
6/21/2020
Month of the year I like most Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
Two men tall,
one from here
and one from there,
in raincoats
at a bus stop,
pace and stare.
One of them
is soaked in tea,
brisk man from Jaipur
who semaphores
an anthracitic glare.
To barter for a smile
an alien’s obeisance
he, no fawn,
refuses.
The other man,
white cane and dog,
doesn’t seem to care.
Donal Mahoney
Afford the time:
Bring body-mind;
Reveal swift chimes,
Indulge feet finds;
Sense pulse that moves,
Keep fitness scheme.
Walk and fit grooves,
Arrive full steam;
Learn to let go,
Keep feet stretching.
Hurl and then flow,
Ends fit sweating;
Rich pulse filling,
Etch happenings.
Leon Enriquez
01 November 2014
Singapore
The air is here, whistling
Gently brushes my eyes
And twirls about to sing.
The grass is spritely and soft
While bluebells sip froth's juice,
Till petals glide aloft.
I race on fields undone;
With rhythm on my toes
Sweeping a frolic run.
This morning sway so sweet
Like chorus of dawn's hymn
In time with joy complete!
He came into this world holding nothing more than his hand high
His voice sounded erupted upon the ceiling in a thunderous cry
While every muscle tensed from his forehead to the bottom of his thigh
This boy, soon the man,would experience what this world would deny
All his trials turned tribulations,would make him stronger and wise
As his walk upon this earth he would learn to disguise...
The blooded hands he washed daily as he looked to the sky
Often wondering and pondering why he couldn't trust anybody
For all his loved ones were taken from his life really early
For all the glory and honor and love he bestowed amongst others
Nothing could replace the love he felt for his mother....
His hidden sadness only masked behind soiled hands and an unforgiving conscience
Only liquor and "vitamins" made reality harder to pinch
His way of running by hopping the interstate
Too busy losing himself to look for a mate
In his former life he probably would be a King's jester
So sad,too far gone to see the joke in this here
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