without rainstorm wilts
leaves of lantana shrivel
and the buds close up
I was told it’s the weather
uplift when grandson waters
This long day has come to a close,
don't regret the vocation you chose;
drink up, your work is done!
Drink up, life only offers wine,
it's a brief pause from insane worries
and unaccomplished things!
Drink up, it's the moment of desired rest;
think about how hard was all your sweat,
drink up and look up you're so blessed...
you can peacefully sleep on your bed!
Cheer up, hold up your shining cup;
drink up, eat up, leave no chump!
Be filled to the brim and start to dance;
it's a swell time to rekindle romance!
Let these be the longest hours before dusk,
break your glass and wish yourself some luck;
will tomorrow change anything you strongly wish?
What's your dream money or something to cherish?
Drink up, it's the moment of desired rest;
sit down and let stress out of your chest,
breathe easily, think how good is calmness;
drink up, drink up and worry much less!
Drink up, your work is done...
your worries are all gone!
The water's flowing
I need a cup
so that I may drink
Drink up
No longer am I thirsty
Jesus
Jesus
Jesus
Provides for me Him and His Father
All of my needs I have no worries
tT need my hands raised up, raised up
so that I may be endowed blessed from on high
I lift my praise to Him
I lift my praise to Him
I lift my praise to Him
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Amen
11/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
The echo of a thought lodged inside me,
a disjointed welter of crushed feelings
tinged with a sadness that finds no escape,
haunts my sleep and takes on a dark shape.
My past joys now a vast black solitude,
life turns into a blank wall, a canvass
waiting for me to paint happy faces,
memorializing moments love graces.
Silence perches on my shoulders, whispers
and invites me to murmur against fate,
drink up in wine and sing in broken chords
of hateful things imparted in non-words.
I carry a dismal sort of longing
to shift the weights of loss twisting my heart,
make whole the broken slices of my dreams -
pain speeds through my body like lightning streams.
So I lay watching the shadows of night,
eerie silhouettes roaming around me,
shrouding me as they hobble in the cold -
my mind rambles aimless as I grow old.
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Hummingbird come sit upon my feeder
Drink your fill of red nectar made by man
Flowers come and go - this comes from Walmart
Take your time to drink as much as you can
They say you are flying to Mexico
That is farther than I have ever been
I'll do my part to help along the way
Enjoy yourself with these meals made by men
Maybe I will see you come next Winter
You can tell me then all about your trip
Did you find yourself a humming lady
Did you cheat and sit down upon a ship
I see you're getting restless to depart
I know you've got a long, long way to go
Bon voyage as they say in the city
If you make it, drop me a line or so
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This contest: Hm's and Na's October 2020
Sponsor: Constance La France
I come from the West Country
it’s the best place to be
they say there is incest
but I don’t love my own sis
We be drinking up in cider bars
we do it for a wider ahrse
it’ll make you smile true
we got tractors we don’t need cars
Because we be drinking up thy cider
jolly old times that make you a smiler
nothing’s better than cider
when cider’s inside yer
We be drinking up thy cider
We be drinking up thy cider
Cider
Cider
Cider
West
Coun
Tree
summertime blazes
a large, grumpy goat jumps
betrayed by bottle
which he tried to eat
crunches, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch munch
got glass in his teeth
all in his mouth crunch
in the field and the meadow
yet he spits out glass
8/13/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Drink Up Beer
On target finally found a firm fix
When we ended up at Check Six
After on bearing we had bore in
Kept returning again and again.
Then we set our sights on Saturn
For repeat performance set a pattern
Continuing on we prayed and prayed
Thanked God for Check Six He had made.
If in Southport area find yourself being
Check Six is a place really worth seeing
Don't have no parking meters that expire
Where you drink up beer in its entire.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
www.checksixbeer.com
Drink Up
Life’s flowing vintage of our yesterday
Perhaps was bitter dry or richly sweet.
However, then we could not know the taste
Of later wine for years still incomplete.
Today’s wine, dry or sweet, is relative
To what our life has served up in the past.
But fickle future waits to blend her mix—
Sets up the mystery of life to last.
But if we ask of life, “what is the blend
Of future aging wine fermenting yet?”
She might then answer you, “to know will spoil
The secret taste surprise of what you get.”
So digest yesterday, drink up today;
Tomorrow, hold your glass up high and sigh—
Ask life to fill it full up to the brim
Not knowing if the serve be sweet or dry.
Whatever it may be…the dry or sweet…
Whatever it may be…accord or strife…
We have to shrug and murmur c’est la vie,
And follow with the echoed words…that’s life!
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All Rights Reserved
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Contest: C’est La Vie
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Iambic Meter, 5 Feet
ABCB Rhyme
Sobriety gives time to think
Thinking only gives hate and produces blood
Whereas the drink gives me hope and some superficial love
All the while they demand of us a purpose in life
They say that we should seize the day while we linger in the night
They're fighting for nothing, fervently, until the death
Ask yourself three letters W-H-Y and what comes next
If nothing, so be it
If something, let's see it
Death is a pussy and I have no urge to cheat it
Drown yourself so deeply it hurts
it tells such a story that no longer hurts
take it from me i'll tell you
this life you live will send you there
to drink up genocide in this lively air
flying and searching for nothing
while these sparks of knowledge kiss the lips
of one thousand headlights that held you tight
words of sonnets are raining hard only on the brains
of those who believe that trying never makes it
in this world of sancturary that holds this garden of words
that seemingly seep out what we all as one have been thinking
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