I often wonder moon
if you sing tunes ~
have you ever sung one for me?
Knowing the lyrics in your grab,
I surely believe that you have.
Your visage glimmers promise
whispers of life's fulfillments.
From your big screen, mystical notes
float sparkled excites down to me.
Mostly, like moonshine,
your moonglow
inebriates my full heart and lulls me
to an imaginative design.
Your brilliance persuades smiles to widen
or turn frightened that your yeses might
be hope caresses falsely styled.
Often, your quasar orb tilts
towards
feels so soft they surpass optimistic
and my logic runs off.
Your gleam was long ago deemed
a radiant obtuse muse, lighting
the globe’s hold of dreams.
Your otherness role is man’s gift.
You know all why’s comprising our lives;
we just need to know how to lift our eyes
towards God’s sky.
My Childhood Friend
Greyhound buses
Always been intrigued
Starting at a very young age
Fond of animals
The Greyhound Bus trademark with the stretched hound caught my attention
I started buying toy Greyhound buses in keeping my interest alive
Enthusiasm extends into my adulthood
Still holds true today
Travelled numerous destinations on the Greyhound bus near and far
I have currently a vintage model bus collection comprising of 2,000 plus of toy Greyhound buses and many others
Domestic and International
Childhood memory
Roll on still intact.
I watched awe-struck as God painted the sky today.
On a bright ice-blue canvas he splashed a silver-grey hue.
By joining his breath with the works of his brush strokes
he formed pictures of dragon, dog and kangaroo.
Then he blew them apart to float through the ether
and dissipate slowly in the depths of the void.
I contemplate time and the past that's retreated
faded and lost, like the clouds seemingly destroyed.
My vision is drawn to a small receptacle
that holds the ashes of the dusty clothes you wore.
While here in this cold world of manifest secrets
my heart knows a fear I will see you no more.
Then I remember sights of the heavens at night
when cloaking sun's brightness can no longer conceal
another world comprising millions of candles
lighting directions, other places to reveal.
And I realize that all is not as it seems.
Things may be invisible but nothing is gone.
And like the day's artwork of God's lustrous painting,
we simply change form, blend with creation, move on.
Single Bed
I’m an admiral of
my bed I sit on
now!
My rank of
sitting and lying in
the winter of
1995 in
Australia is of
the highest regard!
I know many officers of
the bed know that.
My high level is
the envy of
bedders.
Toward the back of
my bed is
my deodorant stick,
and he’s
rotting.
He’s the Food World Banana Thief Suspect.
I won’t turn him in because
I hate bananas.
My bed head knobs are
made up of
a radioactive element of
the actinide series,
occurring as a
decay product of
uranium.
They are
my only real friends.
Most of
the length of
my footboard top rail is
very attractive, appealing, tiniest women high-yielding soil comprising of
sand, mud, and sill deposited by
water that flows.
I am jotting down blueprints...
Mapped out as such to give hints.
As if a gun comprising trigger...
Planned as such for something bigger.
Creative writing I am making...
Yours for optional taking.
Aiming to make a collection...
Seeking so in my direction.
Poems I am writing somehow...
In the scheme of things for now.
Ideas formed inside my mind...
Uploaded, most you will find.
All of which I am using...
Not all when it comes to choosing.
Some serve as a stepping stone...
Others, I will leave alone.
If I write regarding you,
Chances are that this brain stew
Is more personal - true and tried...
Likely to be kept aside.
Otherwise, such other visions...
Considered in my decisions.
Collected, reworked in this case...
Stay posted and watch this space.
Under a sky of celadon -
I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
Of riding a flaxen petal.
Lupine and globe mallow
Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
Comprising my entourage.
I saw pale butterflies mingle
Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
Which tugged at their cloaks
And then - the drape shifted
But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
To me that sunny interlude.
Fear is paralyzing.
It can be a thief, robbing a person of joy.
Comprising
Trembling, sweating
It can cause fast heart rate, poor boy.
Getting
Chest pain
Fear is the ploy.
Chained!
Fear is paralyzing.
It can cause fast heart rate, poor boy.
Chained!!
Luminous
lights appear
in my long dreams,
as my soul, so it seems, holds high
a periscope
for my heart and mind to see
every surrounding scene
beyond the heavy, seamed quilt of history
laid over my long sleep,
my long night — as deeply
black as the pupils of my eyes
mirroring a moonless, starless mid-night;
yet my soul floats
within this ever-amassing eternity —
wherein gleams an airglow for some sight
of the softly glistening atmosphere’s heights…
arising
heavenward
and shimmering
~ while here within me
longings emanate
(for a communion with God
and a complete life)
appearing luminous and divinely embossed
— comprising my long, impassioned prayers
— all into making
the long necklace
of gold-linked
wishes and psalmed gratitdes
I kneel to sing
on these long nights
before my long sleeping…
Rose Meadow, an outcast woman,
portrayed by Fertie Fields.
The film chronicles her Pagan beliefs.
A supporting cast boasts
Roland (Rollie) Hills and Hayden Hayfield.
Cameos by Misty Marsh and Lily Lake.
Marquee brags of Nature’s spiritual mysteries
comprising the life of Rose Meadow.
Recognizing life's fields need steady crop rotation
Each of their grains harvested requires separatization
Safely stored in silos of compartmentalization
Red lights flash consistently on the horizon
Emptiness found in the words comprising
Tomorrow is another day or so, I'm surmising
Perhaps one morning, I'll wake up more wizened
In our times, Shakespeare is finding it hard,
His poised quill and nerves constantly on guard,
The Alehouses serve no mead,*
He can't drive a metal steed,
But, Starbucks Mocha doth maketh the Bard
Date: 26/02/23
Contest: Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Deitrich
*Medieval drink comprising of honey
January Thaw
In the thrall of January’s dismal weather
(Comprising snowstorms and freezing temperatures)
While staring out the window from the interior,
I endeavour to regather my composure
By testing myself with a blithe question that I find keen:
“Isn’t this the coldest January that you’ve ever seen?”
And wryly smile to myself with a whimpered answer:
“I think that the coldest January I recall,
From day one to the end of the month without a thaw
Is this one, the coldest January of all!”
A boy can dance
Boy can he dance
Can dance and sing
Dance free of string
Effortless float
Free like a note
Gain loft, soar swift
His feet adrift
Inspiration
Just elation
Kissing his true love.
Love by her spurned
Mocked, badly burned!
No other thing,
Other act brings
Predicament
Quite fiendish sent
Reverses love
Sensation of,
To feel rejection
Utter dejection
Vengence directed
Withering invective
Xyloid, woody,
Youthful feelings gone,
Zeal for love dare again spawn?
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for the Abecadarian Poem Poetry Contest
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
written on 05/21/2022
I wrote the original, Reversal,
comprising just the 26 words in bold,
on 02/07/2022.
Solstice
Tween season
Heated, hot, season
Between spring and autumn
Comprising northern hemisphere
Acclimatized, condition
Seasons
3/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Solstice
tween season
heated, hot, season
between spring and autumn
comprising northern hemisphere
acclimatized, condition
Seasons
8/28/21 /2021©
Diamante Poetry for Fun- Your Choice of Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
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