Buffalo brought colorful orbs when he appeared in the mist
the woodland creatures were amazed, it was like the forest was kissed
he is a mystical creature, this is proof the wise ones all said
the buffalo spoke not a word, but disappeared with a nod of his head
Brought its own fame, my birth.
Life, way too intrusive!
Escape my only motive.
Over or under Earth?
the dark cloud ever present
holding a grudge was only hurting me
~ so i let it go
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
the aliens did not come empty handed, they brought their own camper
It had a clothes chute, a laundry room, and an empty clothes hamper
They showed me their kitchen and their tv room, which was amazing.
I turned and saw three more aliens on beds, they were just lazing
They offered me a tv dinner, and I thought what the heck
the meat tasted crunchy, like a brittle turkey neck
there was something that looked a bit like potatoes on the sink
They offered me that too, but it turned my stomach, as it was pink
We had a good time, even though I did not know their language at all
They measured my tummy, and made a note that I was not so very tall
I recognized the numbers, they were similar to those we use here.
They hugged me too hard, making my eyeballs pop and tear.
newspaper business has brought us far
to these territories where desert rivers
descend from huge clouds cultivated
but we live on twisted lips to build
something for those coming in
oh you who love this place
by the tourist book is a man
who loves a woman by
a guidebook of sex positions now
G-irl
R-eceives
A-nd
C-ollected
E-nergy,
U-nboxing
N-ew
G-ifts
O-nce
D-elivery
A-rrives
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Grace DC Ungoda)
8x8x8x8 Poetry Contest
Charles Messina
So here we are in the new year
Throw confetti wishes and cheer
January opened its doors nicely
Merry old me entered modestly
Shook the monkey off my back
Took his banana in place of a snack
How losing a few pounds inspires
Now I can climb the tree of desires
Doves brought the dream catcher to the young boy
The day he lost his parents
His mother by murder
His father by incarceration
His grandmother, who was from the Crow nation understood the doves
She was impressed that the Great Father had sent them
The boy was only eight
He did not appreciate the gift at the time
As the boy grew he learned of his tribal spirituality
The dream catcher was in his window
To remind him that his mother continued to live
In the clouds, sea, air, and earth
He told the story of how the dream catcher was delivered
To his children, and their children, and their children
It meant the world to them all
A reminder of his sainted mother
she brought color into the room
it had been lifeless
toward dying
before she arrived
I knew that she was spectacular
her aura was orange and turquoise
combination reserved
for the magnificent
Others sensed something had happened
Did they know it was someone?
I watched to find out
Before the dusk of dawn
He loved us we are His light
Brighter than His stars
He sought us
Brought us to this point
We are His light
He brought us to this point
We are His light
He brought us life
He so loves us
Grand is He
Greater is He
Author of His new day, give so praises to Him always
Before the dusk of dawn
He loved us we are His light
Brighter than His stars
He sought us
Brought us to this point
We are His light
He brought us to this point
We are His light
He brought us life
He so loves us
Hallelujah
7/10/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
He came home from a late night run to the grocery store,
Bearing wilted flowers, roses once but not quite now.
I’m an orchid kind of girl, but I put them in a vase just the same
And thank him with a long kiss.
The morning comes, and I have to ask
Why did you bring me brown roses from the clearance section of the grocery store?
Because, he explains, I saw them there, alone.
And I felt for them, I did not them to feel unloved.
He tells me that they broke his heart
no longer seen as able to sit next to fresh and beautiful flowers.
And so he brought them home to me
Because he knew I would put them in a vase just the same.
She had the loveliest hair, but it brought too much attention to her.
Shaquita was shy; she did not like people to approach or speak.
I will braid it, her mother said, but what can we do with your face?
People gravitate to beautiful people. You don’t have a chance.
And her mother was right. Everyone wanted to be her friend.
“Do you know your ABCs?”
Little kiddies are often asked
Confidently they start singing
A smile you try to mask
“A, B, R, and sometimes X”
They gayly recite the rhyme
You let it be for another day
For another place and time
Sweet, precious little moments
Sometimes get lost in space
They ask “How high's the sky?”
With a chocolate covered face
My favourite is, “When I was born,
Was I brought by a great big bird?”
“No, you came from Mummy's tummy
We thought for sure you'd heard”
The innocence of the little ones
Their wondrous look at the world
They see things oh so simply
As the mysteries begin to unfurl
Oh for those days of childhood
When life was a brand new toy
Our daughter actually asked us once
“Will I grow up to be a boy?”
[SIZE=5][B]And Then Remember Faith And Truth Brought About This[/B][/SIZE]
Marveling at the deep darkness of sunless days
Abject idleness of rivers that do not flow
O' lord bring us more of your true brightened ways
Give unto us again, your holy righteous glow
We pray Heaven is truth of our holy reward
As we in glory walk upon its golden streets
Walk ye in sincere faith, yes we know it is hard
But in Heaven's silver halls angels you will greet
Dawn will gift true love and a beautiful sunrise
Years of happiness and more than enough pure bliss
Give unto the Dark One a most shocking surprise
And then remember faith and truth brought about this
A stunning tomorrow full of laughter and love
With manna from Heaven and dear gifts from above.
[SIZE=4][B]Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Aug 03- 2023[/B][/SIZE]
I usually do not bring in a photo when I get my hair cut.
But today I felt like it.
So I did.
This is what I want my hair to look like.
The hairdresser stares at it.
We can do that.
I won’t look like the model, of course, I say.
The model is about twenty-one. I am seventy-one.
And I want that pretty pop of color in my bangs, I tell her.
That extra pop of color is called highlights.
They took me two extra hours
And I can barely see them.
I kept staring at the twenty-year-old in the photo the entire time.
Hoping I would look twenty-one in a few hours.
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