Sautéed psalms of silver strong
Believing in youth as maturity soothes
It is as it should be in my heart
No longer obsessed with less
Teal tears baptize and bless
Lust all that fuss dismissed
Creating a fuchsia foundation
For a clean heart of love so artistic
Kisses create passionate pulsing poetry
Amethyst heart fails to be imperfect
Yet victorious gloriously worth it
All the waiting praying forsaking
Of the wrong one’s led to
Love’s lavender ladder
Where superior intimacy awaits
Baking basking in indigo intimacy
Singing heart hymns
Turquoise touches melting them
From one note into one song
That dotes strokes sings steams
Hotter than July’s jade dreams
Purple passion new yet old fashion
Perfectly imperfect and ravishing
This issue concerns mail-in-votes
It’s rigged says Dick Tator who gloats
Fair counting is in
Only if I win
And upon me everyone dotes
Rest in my love,
Calm as a dove,
Be secure in its promise,
For its integrity shall not compromise,
Let us soar my love,
In sublime sky above,
Where colors of drowsy spring views,
Blush with splendours of celestial hues,
The frolic of love is agile,
To find us wearing familiar smiles,
Without the burdens of miles,
There will be no distance between us,
Even when we have a lovers' fuss,
Hold me forever dear,
Never with fear,
For the passion that carries our dreams,
Are sacred dotes on our souls' entwine,
Of bonds forever divine.
“Chickery Chick Cha-la Cha-la”
Was a happy little ditty
From days gone by, my how time flies
Those words were warm and witty
“Lamsey dotes and dosey doats”
Brings back those days of yore
When life was fun in the morning sun
Who could ask for anything more
“Skimmery rinky dinky dink”
Is another masterpiece
Jimmy Durante sang the words
To this clever little treat
“Abba dabba dabba dabba”
A chimp was heard to say
I still remember Debbie singing
In a most delightful way
So when you're down and things ain't right
Just whistle these happy tunes
You'll soon perk up you'll smile and say
“Life is a big cartoon”
King Midas cannot compare with an abundance of gold
Such earthly treasure ground, roasted and lo and behold
Blessed from the ancient merchants of the Africa’s and the East
It is more than a suave sip, for mortals are drawn to a feast
Of an aroma that cascades and hits all the right notes
Served on the world’s climates, iced, chilled, warm - a hot roast one dotes
That occasionally makes the heart skip a beat
The bold bitter brown elixir tingles one’s feet
Surely, we are bestowed such pleasures to alleviate strife
Craving that one sip and revelling in our short worldly life
I love a room that overlooks
A river or the sea,
For, on a terrace with some books,
Is where I like to be.
A sunny seat, a view with boats
And birdsong in the air,
A husband who, upon me, dotes -
Why, nothing can compare!
A mid-day ice cream, browsing stores,
A walk along the shore,
A bowl of mussels, Guinness pours -
Well, who could ask for more?
But all good things must end, they say,
So now we’re heading home
And on the way, I’ve etched the day
Into my daily poem.
Domestic feline bliss peaks at its meow,
Cats' mantra - don't sweat about tomorrow!
While humans stress over power of now,
Cats nap, sleep, doze and rest - taking it slow.
Soft to the touch and easy on the eyes,
Will never hurt a fly, but death to mice.
Being pampered and spoiled is a must,
Cat kind demands and dotes on TLC.
Once their adoptive servants earn full trust,
Stroking both fur and ego is the key!
Curled cozy on your lap they purr divine,
Leaving the barking frenzy to canine.
Cats' curiosity may cross the line,
No harm, they bounce right back, quite satisfied -
It's a proud privilege of the feline
To risk one of their lives, utter upside!
We wonder since ancient times to these days
At their amazing, acrobatic grace.
To join cats' club one ought to vow
To purr in discreet dialect of meow.
February 19, 2023
Freed from cocoons of shapeless winter coats,
Pert women flutter sparsely bright-arrayed
To tempt male eyes and steal my glancing dotes
Though wife lurks near with rain for spring's parade;
Despite air tender-soft as kitten's breath,
She folds pale arms to bring a cold front's chill
Then casts dark glower sentencing my death …
And why? Because I glimpsed a vernal thrill?
How silence thunders, warning of her storm,
Then sobs whip up cyclonic bursts of wind
As flooding tears beseech me to reform--
But spring! It's you who've made her this chagrined
And, though Red Cross will mend tornadic path,
'Tis I, alone, must bear wife's springtime wrath!
February 13, 2023
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
Michelle Faulkner, sponsor
*Image of Aesteticness by Pixabay.
Boxed Souper
"I now wish I had your eyes...it wasn't yours, it never was." By the poet.
Still...
There have been a few too many,
I take into account,
those flatteries, good and plenty,
...that spurt, I do not doubt.
Cause and effect make the river stream flow,
Upward or downward and what beats the path,
Pleasant repertoire or a quid pro quo.
High profilers entertain muffled wrath,
Fewer chips on the table, losers throw,
All the same kind face my Royal Flushed--bath.
No contrast chancing with a quill,
few dotes, and left comments.
Nominal spew mandated nil,
hail those righteous contents.
...still!
2023 January 07
RZ & HMS.
I believe there’s a Being that dotes on His. creatures,
I believe that He holds the key to hidden treasures,
I believe He knows when we walk through midnight,
I believe He sees with perfect light.
I believe He comprehends the tempest in our chambers,
Though they permute in soaring numbers,
I believe He notices each door dawn brings to us,
And sees every loss.
I believe He remembers we’re feeble,
Even though we don’t come humble,
I believe He listens to our heart cries,
And knows the outcomes of life's dice.
I believe we're not on a lone flight,
He partners with us whatsoever the height,
I believe He knows why life is a battlefield,
For He bears the day's shield.
I believe He can aid us to unravel deep mysteries,
And uncover unknown histories,
I believe He sees through the dark,
Even though it hides the sought-after mark.
December 16, 2022.
Tethered in moments of longing and passion
the heart lapses into time framed by hours of sedation
where there is joy there is you beyond comparison
I respond to your caress
embraced by your sweet bless
When calls the heart
Reined in by your dotes and feverish affection
flavors of your heavenly concoction
there is comfort in your arms
I respond to your caress
embraced by your sweet bless
When calls the heart
A staid old art collector in Quincy
dotes on cats but with people is chintzy
He willed old shoes to his wife
and to his son a jackknife
His tabby got a Monet and Da Vinci
Written 2/13/22
"Lo! the dolphin dotes laughs
My passion is the maritime coast
'Ocean!' said I, 'thing of seawater.'
Oceans dolphins
In a kingdom full of coastlines
Eagerly I looked for the seaway
I crave the marine, more mare
That up bound jellyfish - that unbound jellyfish
I felt compelled to sniff the territorial waters
I am shorn of my catfish
I discovered the riverbanks
Suddenly, I heard some tiding
Rise, fly mighty dolphin up through the skies
And its eyes have all the ponding
Resulting and resulting with my pacific
But in the fact that it was fluttering
I had dreamed of ribs cluttering
Only this and a ameba
The west water whaling
The dry dock smiled
How they were curtailing, prevailing - derailing
I discovered the crayfish
I crave the marine, amidships maritime
Ah, distinctly I was swallowing
Rise, fly mighty dolphin up threw the skies"
11/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Composed Courage
Calm chivalrous child
candidly climbed ceaselessly
cheer crowned credibly.
Divinely Decked
Delicate Daisy
Donning dauntless deft damsel
Dotes Divinity.
Endless Emotion
Etched elegant eyes
Ever earnest endearing
Even ensued end.
08/04/2020
Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
1st Place
The huntsman and his peregrine
Woods was all his belongings
The huntsman's only pride and his holy livelihood
Flew an injured peregrine to his land one evening
Her quill feathers perfumed of mountains and coastal
She was somebody or someone of a kind like peregrine species of grass
He beholds an earnest affection for this creature
Full of dotes well up inside her injuries and wounds
One dawn when sun rises and it's scorching rays erased everything into ashes ...
'His love for her
Her faith on him'
And the woods inscribed-
Her blood of despair
Her thirst for life
Her soul sheds tears miserably
But the huntsman owes no mercy to his once beloved peregrine
Pain was all
Pain is all
Pain shall be
Isn't this Pain, how can be composed of such tinsy four letters word
Isn't this Pain, more hungry and greed for massive depth inside the broken soul
Isn't this Pain, stands injustice to the medicine called painkillers doses
Isn't this Pain, a tryst with life each breathe and those wounds just spiced up again!
The huntsman or my beloved man;
His peregrine or I was his beloved (once)!
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