Without food
Means to change station
As go the dying poor in document
So must I
The forager
Origin of contempt
Translation of bureaucrat
My headaches not for information
This and this alone
Finds the civilized item
Creating civilizations
Spaceman
Sour Apple Ice
A hand me down
From a news friend
On our street
Whom possessed the capacity
Of a bad gateway?
A spacemare lands her bright
Simplicity and amaze
Without charge
Her lounge and a courtships ending
Where and how does a man resemble
His fortune after beings are conquered?
The post of California
In lost postage
Where has liberty wronged?
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Love, love, the old fashioned way
With courtships that lasted more than a day
This new modern age of total free love
Has its appeal but missing the hugs
It's straight to the bedroom on the very first date
Never a thought of perhaps we should wait
Back in the day we wanted a virgin
To experience together the joys of flirting
The coy little love words that promised the moon
Wishing so badly it happens real soon
Anticipation built up in our throbbing veins
Imagining that moment when passion reigns
Now it's “pleased to meet you, let's go to bed!”
Oh for the days of mystery instead
Thinking of when your union's complete
That moment when both are swept off your feet
That moment sublime lasts forever and ever
To happen today, the chance would be never
DATES AND COURTSHIPS
Today I had the pleasure, honor and delight of finding you
Like a savored breath of ocean air, as though there is a tide that runs north to you
Each day is unique, each morning, a promise
The sweet, delicate sound of your voice, led me to follow the soothing sound
Come to you even in the guise of common words, hinting at the song of you and I
Each night, a renewal of hope, life can be beautiful
Enter the private retreat that you discreetly reserve for yourself
You and I always touching and the smile became flesh
And led me willingly to the dark, the kiss of brightness still upon me
When gazing 'cross love's glistening expanse,
The magic of those June thru August moons ...
Was bound to weave the warmest of romance -
Its beams, the dreamy silk of summer swoons.
Those sizzling weeks were somehow rarefied,
With breath that stirred a longing deep within,
And carried angels, blessed, but just this side
Of being much too chaste and sweet for sin.
Oh brief, the winsome balm of summer days,
Yet briefer are the courtships that they bind -
Those magic spring-tide sparks, so set ablaze,
Burn hot-but-faster, in the hearts they find.
Tho' all those summer flings will find us old,
The embers warm us ... as our days grow cold.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Summer Love Sonnet" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "May 2018 Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Memories Of May" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Sponsor.
Poplar Cottonwood haiku-
songbirds nest courtships
mice, rabbits, deer eat bark leaves
mighty Cottonwood
broad triangular
cotton-like seeds grows 139 foot tree
are those leaves 6 inches
poplar Cottonwood
tallest trees in Nebraska
great plains Cottonwood
4/29/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
From anthology “Sound Track For My Life” 2018©
haiku-
songbirds nest courtships
mice, rabbits, deer eat bark leaves
mighty Cottonwood
4/29/18
Through wings of pretty butterfly, I see
The world
The idol takes away my silly heart
She’s cold
I burn again and I cannot get off
Cruel sight
And I will give her any words of love,
My light.
I play too much, I want to say, oh no,
It’s true!
She runs away from courtships anyway
Anew.
Please give me night I do not want the sun
Is it dream?
Yes, I am walking and I am obsessed
I scream.
So maybe it is my deceit
Just mist
Somebody hides in everlasting fog –
The beast!
The beast who wants to show her strength
Of fire
That’s going to bring back to life
Desire!
Oh, silly heart I know you will be heart
With thoughts
I hear that someone’s making speech
Just words
They are like poison in my soul
No cure
I see there are no things in those
I can be sure.
Words and knives remain of two accords;
Cuts and bruises poison our skins
As the sulphur in our words corrode our hearts;
Staples and stitches hold our parched hearts.
Every leaf browns at the feet of its mother
As every raging wave dies at the shore.
Laternless, a jading flame sits in my heart that never dies
Snow will fall white, birds will migrating south
Blood will run red, but this flame will burn blue.
Music and its blues speak to the soul
But love and its fingers touch the soul;
And the wands in my fingers change what they touch to gold.
When I fill the mellow of your palm with a bouquet
I know that stars are fireflies, millipedes are trains and ladies are butterflies.
For every endeavour rises its dust, every joy brings its tears,
Friendships are two-way streets
Courtships are metros of less travel
Matrimonies are roads of no ends
And us are beginnings of no end
Today, I had the pleasure
honor and delight of finding you
like a savored breath of ocean air
as though there is a tide that runs north to you.
Each day is unique
each morning, a promise
the sweet, delicate sound of your voice
led me to follow the soothing sound.
Come to you even in the guise of common words
hinting at the song of you and me
each night, a renewal of hope
life can be beautiful.
Enter the private retreat that you
discreetly, reserve for yourself
you and me always touching
and the smile became flesh.
And led me willingly to the dark
the kiss of brightness still upon me.
Love, love, the old fashioned way
With courtships that lasted more than a day
This new modern age of total free love
Has its appeal but missing the hugs
It's straight to the bedroom on the very first date
Never a thought of perhaps we should wait
Back in the day we wanted a virgin
To experience together the joys of flirting
The coy little love words that promised the moon
Wishing so badly it happens real soon
Anticipation built up in our throbbing veins
Imagining that moment when passion reigns
Now it's “pleased to meet you, let's go to bed!”
Oh for the days of mystery instead
Thinking of when your union's complete
That moment when both are swept off their feet
That moment sublime lasts forever and ever
To happen today, the chance would be never
© Jack Ellison 2015
What's Love
Love is an ever wanting feeling of infatuation;
Its sole purpose is desire's attraction.
The affection it master's is its romance;
For through times affair it gives one chance.
Even though love is a flirtatious desire;
Bringing one happiness through passions fire.
Yet from a gentle touch to a soft smile;
Holding that power to overcomes you for awhile.
Still love can bring a memory in times need;
For with courtships treasure and desire's need.
And with that and its captivating charm is most erotic;
Yet for the affection one tenderly is bewitching an angelic.
As fair maidens begin to swoon
courtships light love's passionate fuse
And love becomes a flower in bloom
Hearts become more enthused
While lovers kiss under starry skies
courtships light love's passionate fuse
Scent of jasmine starts to rise
Like sweet perfume on moonlit nights
While lovers kiss under starry skies
Their passions become pure delight
As hearts entwine with sweet desire
Like sweet perfume on moonlit nights
Burning passions set the velvet sky on fire
Lovers are absorbed with new sensations
As hearts entwine with sweet desire
Spring brings love's pleasant vibrations
As fair maidens begin to swoon
Lovers are absorbed with new sensations
And love becomes a flower in bloom
2- 23- 2013
Agents Abroad.
Tiny rooms in basements somewhere not far from the docks,
pink light ,no air-conditions. Cartagena girls on contract going
from city to city, their best years are as short as footballers;
only the girls have short contracts and in no time they end up
in third division. I remember this because Obama’s security
guards, coming to a foreign country went wild, living as they
do in a country where the puritans rule, those caught
philandering like Tiger Woods, get his balls cut off and he will
never be great again. Ok, Obama’s guards should be mortified
it is just the freedom to be a man not having going through
rituals of courtships and feel reckless. Not easy to be American
male squeezed into an iron jumper by the moral brigade, all
is legal as long as you don’t get caught…and if you get trapped
go to the nearest church and confess in public, tell everyone
you are a Christians who have sinned, you’ll be forgiven if you
castigate enough, tears will help; but remember do not argue
with a prostitute.
BROKEN IVORY, THE BEATEN ELEPHANT
Gracia El Mundo
Of our breaths revival
That got stuck in strange jaws this while
Now it's a song, broken ivory, beaten elephant
Yesterday He was an Elephant- King
Giant legs to stand on
Big ears for all secrets
Big trunk to reach for food
I am a country on a verge
The walls of my edge near collapse
The wefts of my cloth easing
The warps of it's thread easing
A fabric of colour waning
A rag in wait of the remnants
That's a frailing nation
Coveted by hungry mouths
In marry from quenched courtships
France at it once again
Playing the fiddle
Dancing the Belle Mon' Ami
What a country
Whats it's people
Innocent to their fate
One been greedy for the thirst
One been bathed in the light
So been played like African dolls.
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
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