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Balanced existence

Oceon waves move in troughs and peaks, currants and eddys 
Are way down deep.' Permeating the fluids strong, salty grains
That pass unseen, echo of life be it bland or keen? As
Above in wayward events, all is changing to such extents'
Where are
Life or death? Its hard to sense' all things began from a
Void of deep dark dense.'  That shrouded the light 'about to start'
Its energy to move. And all construct.' It proves design
It shows out lines Of the God of life, who is out of our time'
Consider all is changeble? all we see won't last,!search for
God and eternity ere your chances are past.!

Grazing

Wandering around the orchard
On Billy Bulson’s Farm
Grazing on the windfall 
And doing no harm
Apples, pears damson plums
All waiting to be found 
Under the trees
Lying on the ground

When we’ve had enough
The next little treat
Into the kitchen garden
For something sweet 
Raspberries,  strawberries
Currants both black and red
Or for a little change
A sweet gooseberry instead 

Me and Jilly Bulson 
Savouring the joy
Of long summer holidays 
Just a little  girl and boy 
Wandering around the orchard
On Billy Bulson’s Farm
Grazing on the windfall  
And doing no harm

Poor Easter Bunny

The Easter bunny’s feeling sick
He ate eight boiled eggs for a trick
And cannot stop fartin
His butt end is smartin
The other bunnies took the mick!

Poor bunny said “It isn’t funny
I’ve got excess gas in my tummy
Eating eggs is a curse
And what’s even worse
My rabbit currants have turned runny”

While Easter bunny had a walk
His bunny pals began to talk
They came up with a plan
And saw hardware store Stan
Who fitted Bunny with a cork

When bunny just nibbled on hay
His flatulence soon went away
Long gone is the smell
And bunny is well
To bring chocolate eggs on Sunday

thanks to a friend who smoothly whispered a prompt to me 

04/15/22

Ancient Lasting Love

My great uncle and aunt, had fine love.
Uncle Clyde and Aunt Lucille were their names.
Over a decade times five, was their glove.
Two very different flows they overcame.

She was as soft as a ball of cotton
He as rugged as the edge of a cliff.
Still waters and fierce currants went gotton.
They blended together smoothly as if.

One held the other's hand, both having gray.
For one, the hospital bed, replaced their bed.
Her sweetness still in the weak smile of ray.
Then she was gone, would grief over run thread?

At her goodbye, he told me goodbye too.
Told me, he had nothing more to pursue.

October 18, 2020

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Where Are the Flowers of Springtime-

What are?
O’ what are the flowers of spring?

That birds and people in meadows sing
Bring…
Crocus

Daffodils and Hyacinths
Let us not forget the Camellia
And those Tulipa-tulips

Thank you God for making those…
Lo! Those Crimson and Cold Chaenomeles…

Let us not for get those vibrant Flowering Currants;
And where can we plant them
And How
Near spring
What are?
O’ what are the flowers of spring?


3/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Future Path of Erupting Life

Temperaments in time can change as easily as the currants
         of the sea.
Starting out on this adventure of life there seemed to be
          endless time to walk thru many doors.
But now looking up I notice the sun's glow not as bright.
Is that my imagination failing eyesight or the natural
            passing of time in a day?
How many moments do I have to decide which wave to
           follow to the open doorway?
Abundant choices of separate corridors all inside your
            one dwelling place.
Fierce red streaks begin mixing with golden sun rays letting
             me know of limits.
A sudden unplanned , uncharted storm on the horizon
                quickens the urgency of how long is my
                 pause and can I see multitudes of the 
                 whole inside in time?

The Mockingbirds Be Damned

They did mock us ...did they not?...the mockingbirds?
I say they did!...innuendo infuse...as pellucid as she...they mocked us!
...gossiped luridly about us in luscious low tones like the old hen in her 
folding chair...nothing better to do than judge in ripples to her cluck...her menagerie...in their horribly ugly dough smeared aprons...their blue heads tilted in close at twilight...their murmurings...wet currants of milky weighted ancestral opinion...like the too sweet fragrant frangipani of yesterday's casket bouquets. 
They are the last vermillion crest of an ending era...the harsh setting sun 
of discrimination's descent ...now blurs to a color rich flag and nation...The Mockingbirds ...be damned!




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Hazy Outlines

Snowdrifts blow      caught in the mountain wind
shifting movements    in the currants bend
before them are     the days of summer fled
into the past    like former days now dead

Might you seek there   light of sunny days
autumn winter spring       now a former haze
water slipping holds    and rushes quickly on
so swiftly fades     a life not dwelt upon

The floodgates rush    down the rivers flash
where water plunges     and run the rapids fast
here our lives are     in fleeting moments gone
and few will know     if voices carried on

And what hopes man     in his life to gain
it’s miseries     if in his sins remain
tomorrow’s promise    know we it will come
accounted little    in our days their sum

This lonely place    flower beds lay fallow
it’s beauty fades    roots not deep but shallow
twilight veils     fields of mankind’s dreams
pursuing endlessly    hopes of better things

You till the soil    there a garden plant
always the weeds    in them do supplant
the roots are choked    and tendril trails creep
and strangles lives    in the dreamers sleep

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C Michael Miller
PoetryofProvidence

Bonnets On Baubles Are Sonnets In Stables

Lighthouses are said to be adventurous when going out for a party. They leap, spin and are generally wild upon the dance floors. But a large bank building with over fifteen floors is gifted at ballet and a ballet is not a bullfrog belching, a brilliant blooming blossom, nor is it a birthday balloon. It is to be said that on arriving in the kitchen one must wear several silver baubles on one's head then wobble around and around making sure that the noise is sufficient to drown out the washing machine, snoring pig, taps, and the cooker. How absolutely marvellous that is then. Exquisitely enquiring each earthly evidential éclair. But eating of currant buns should nit take place after midnight for the eyes of currants are quite charismatic and can chant charms to overloaded tins of fruit mix. Haha the wide angled view of a perimeter is laughing at the central observational otters. And the crested glass is linking arms with a baking tray dressed in a tiara and floaty skirt. Skim then. Xxxxx totalitarianism z z z z z at four biscuits past eighteen seagulls in a kitchen cupboard.

A Silver Or a Gold Wristwatch Or None

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A salmon run is one of the places to find pearl dew. Dried or undried it is nonetheless stunning in it's composition. Compositions create calling cream. And a dough ball is neither a dream nor a daring drop. It is to be said that one single itemised inked out informant is an information infant. And still the deep fried rice dish bubbles in merrymaking and mirth and is so awesome for otherwise stagnant non smiling cracker breads to rise and tinkle dance upon the side board. Many a kitchen is many a secret sound. Akin to a school but without lessons. Currants climbing created credits. And a circulating captain bird arrives with bits of bread, a harp, a lute, a little jellyfish and a belly dancing buffalo. Sink that into a vase then stand and admire the constitutional composition. And all the while the wild eyed egg is playing hoop da loop with the rye, beans, chips and chickens. But only at sixteen minutes past seven. Hahaha moonbeam moving making meals. Metallic music making mathematical models. Haha modem may mean many times a frog hop. Xxxxx sharp shark angle. Xxxx conditionality zzzzzx

Mmm Cake

I'm shopping in the town near my favourite cake shop
I need a sugar fix so I’ll really have to stop
I’m having friends to tea, so I think it’s only fair
To buy my friend Patricia, a nice chocolate eclair

Connie loves a cake and it’s always lots of fun
Watching her dissect a pink-coated iced bun
Alice will be coming and she’ll bring her sister Pam
They both like nothing better, than a doughnut filled with jam

A Battenberg of  pink and yellow is one of Carol's favourite cakes
She divides the squares into four, oh what a mess she makes
A nice Victoria Sponge is Jess's favourite cake
But the ones in the shop aren’t as good as the ones her Grandma used to make

Wendy is quite partial to a round, plump Eccles cake
Filled with currants and buttery filling
They're messy when the pastry starts to flake
The cakes are on the cake-stand, it’s quite a sight to see
I’m trying to cut down my sugar intake

But they look really tempting to me
My friends are choosing their favourite cake
But I don't think I’ll risk it
I'll just sit and watch them, with a nice cup of tea
And a nice modest Digestive biscuit

And I Touched Her

full moon of summer solstice
breaking the walls of hidden emotions
onder the bushes
passion of simmering under currants
revealed
profound impact of the divine wisdom
night of private reflections
heightening ascensions
patchy drizzle clouds engulf
darkness spread like a 
magic carpet
a dog barked a cat meowed
some bats marched 
through like orphans
velocity of wind wavered
tears dropped down 
her cheeks
a frog jumped over into the
dancing sea
and swallowed a fish
a snake reared his head 
with greed
and .. i .. touched .. her

july 12  6.06 pm

An Opulent Donut Wears a Suit

Opulence is not flatulence especially in a house. And onion peel is very useful for persuading a plant to float in a prism. It is often great to watch a pea boat sail past. Rather remarkable it is. Round swirling orb. The balancing of a metre thick rug is amicable when on a trapeze. Akin to turning around on a very high roller coaster. But when travelling does one not partake in crusts of buttered lava bread. Booming bongos bringing baking beads. And so tread carefully. And lightly. When mixing physical currants,raisins and particles of icing across the skyways. Skyways are often very interesting for the patterns arriving are never exact. Good. Great isn't it? Sunrises tell of faith in a sunflower. And thrice times a weapon is twenty times a sea urchin. Basking. Knead or need? Savour that in a barm. Belligerent barbershop breaks beakers. 1 2 3 4 huckleberry fin at a disco. And a fig dancing around to the tune of a saxophone played by a fat prawn with very googly eyes, buck teeth, and a stripey hat. Hum. Xxxxx humanitarian z plagioclase p and a custard donut assortment. Z

Evaporation

Windy winedy worms never visit any workshops. It simply isn't feasible for a dormant formation to reform and radicalise. It is not the case of the bees to gather for no change. And alteration is in the currants. Musical interludes in a government pot. Potato men and lemon women ate slowly. The slime injected from a whirling slug us quite simply stagnating and biscuit faces crushed with ice glass particles. Tailor not a suited wildebeest and yachts sink down and down. Demoted to underwater segments whereupon a glass arrives to deliver final medicinal assistance to the underworlds. Deeds done data delivered. And a fat cat with very bushy eyebrows laughs. For it is in his interest not % that humanity be saved and altered at this time. His hidden chambers swarthered in secrecy. Exact to none. Exacta anomie and now a fish in a bikini dancing under a pink hue. Hurt hurrying had happened. And a further freedom gained. For many a heifer makes the best jam. Hahahaha later and hahahaha a number of stolen goods returned. Hahahaha and a fraction framework hahahaha *** salutations z. P equals q in a market dew. Evaporations z

Ship In a Bottle

Have you ever felt like a ship,
 In bottle?
Chasing waves as they roll back,
 And forth?
A glass encased fortress that,
 Allows no escape.
Within these reflecting walls my,
 Vessel sails on ward.

Echoing chants that men have,
Song sense time Began.
Oh hear the music dance from,
 Stem to stern.
From every corner, rattling,
 The haul.
Set those sails, lock down,
 That mast!
A Gail is ah coming hear gulls,
 Sing beware.

But in this our glass prison,
 Calm shores.
Lend little relief yet much,
 Regret.
Oh god have mercy on sailors,
 Who live upon,
The mischievous sea.
For know mistress can beat,
 Her to save the,
Likes of me.

So here I remain inside my,
 Ship in a bottle.
Lights chambers imprisoned,
Victim casting rainbows.
Shadows against crystal shards,
Split silhouettes Illusions.
Forever roaming currants endless,
 Tides.
Putting life and limb at fates whim,
 Chasing foam and Spray,
The rays of the rising sun.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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