Earlobes Poems | Examples

The watery pearl

I was on the verge of 
Laying my bare sole 
Upon a patch of grass 
My eyes noticed it
Amidst some 
Green stripes 
With no fanfare 
A round,  watery pearl
Your earlobes 
At the time so lovely 
For a fleeting second
By the way 
Where are you currently 
We meet to part with 
Candle to get extinguished 
An autumn swing 
To be relinquished 
The clouded face
On the brink of raining 
out of the race 
At the small window 
The bus must leave 
The pearl too
Waiting to melt 
Neither the earrings 
Nor the hair bun 
The inexorable sun

GOD LISTENS GRACES US HIS MOUTH SPEAKS BRINGS FORTH LIFE-

I see your smile
It embraces me
Tender earlobes listening
~
Holy-Wholly sweet lips speaking
Life
God’s mouth speaks life
~
His breaths in us
God listens graces us eyes vison
His Holy renditions

10/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2024

More is Less

How you feel is not enough,
You as this is less than function,
Avert the feel, replace with stuff,
Or suffer states, disjunction.

Comparing scrambled eggs to buzzing locust,
To the mumbled mind within you,
Hocus pocus, lack of locus,
There's too much to think or do.

Is it magic, the spectacle, the prance of flicked rays?
Distracting as you navigate your ways,
Through this nothing filled by gaze.

The TV sounds like lightbulbs burnt,
The filament ablaze; fidelity.
Tinnitus chimes, claiming weren't;
External cause for remedy.

I can feel the TV hum, the windows wake my earlobes,
Aghast by glass, the lampposts shook,
I'd rather nether regions probed.

I sense that I can't sense a thing,
Nothing lurks beneath my brain,
Haunting me to always bring,
The me who flees from fear and pain.

Poisons for potions, 
Pills provide motions,
A corpus of nervous commotions,
Despite that, these without,
I'm better about,
But me: I continue to doubt.

A Streetcar Named G Major

Clang, clang, clang, toots a trolley: X-s-teams,
though it's not the same San Fran by the Bay,
remembrance connects, perspective redeems,
sound stirs, 'Mathis', "It's Not For Me To Say".

Maintained posture as my observance probes,
heedless complacency, schemed convenience, 
the prate news reader provokes our earlobes, 
heroines chat as a girl grasps missed-chance.

Tram's next stop, the conductor ring updates,
abides fixed whiles, a life away smokes forth,
traffic noise flowing, like manmade primates,
shrieks giving birth...streetcar desired...part.

Ding, ding, ding, went the bell; attuned Judy,
"Voices of Spring", scratched slippers of ruby.

Adoring Guy - A

On the precipice of womanhood, not knowing what my future love life could be, I gazed back into the brown eyes of Guy, a handsome boy from French Quebec. Utterly enthralled, I had never experienced such adoration before. He touched his eyelashes to mine. I felt his breath against my cheek as he playfully kissed me behind my earlobes and down my neck. His fingers never lunged toward my chest as had others who had tried this before. He focused on my face as his hands found their way down my spine, then caressed my waist. When his lips met mine, there was no rush to tongue. We were in synch with smooth, beautiful kisses. When finally he blessed me with his “French” kiss, I was his blissful slave, wishing for our two hours parked in front of my house to never have to come to its swift inevitable end.


*Note to the Reader: Guy WAS the name of this "guy" but in his language, it's pronounced GEE (hard G).

Sensitivity, It's In the Genes

More lamenting from that "Mediclueless" hypochondriac...

Sensitivity, sensitivity,
I've got it in spades, head to toe.
I'm sure my sensitivity's passed down genetically
From ancestors long, long ago.

It's the epitome of exquisite agony,
And I suffer it more than my due.
Or could be I'm the progeny of poetic pedigree,
Which might explain why I'm sensitive, too.

Sensitive toenails, sensitive fingertips,
Sensitive arches of feet,
I'm convinced that my intense sensitivity's
Making my life incomplete.

Sensitive eyelids, sensitive earlobes,
Sensitive dimples and hair,
Can't stand the bright noonlight, or even the moonlight,
I just can't take me anywhere.

Sensitive elbows, sensitive wrist joints,
Sensitive ankles and knees,
That's the sensitive whole of me, in its entirety…
Won't somebody just shoot me, please?

Not Necessarily Green

Sausage and custard and ice cream with mustard
Chocolate coated Kentucky Fried Bustard
Whipped cream with mushrooms or frogspawn on toast
These are the foods that an ogre likes most

Volcanic craters and baths full of gators
A pantry thats choc full of gagged and bound waiters
sleeping on bones in a pterosaurs nest
These are the places an ogre likes best

Eyeballs and elbows, the odd severed nose
Ankles and legs and a number of toes
Earlobes and kidneys and hearts to dissect
Things that an ogre just loves to collect

Teeth that are bleeding and eyes that are red
Skin like the skin of somebody that’s dead
One missing ear and a hole in the throat
And chomping raw meat from the leg of a goat

So now that you have him laid clear in your head
The image you see is of someone to dread
For sometimes the truth is a pain in the neck
And ogres in real life are nothing like Shrek

It Won'T End For a Whim

Ah, crazy girl you've fooled around
with other guys when I wasn't around,  
and those blinking eyes can't lie;
I could say, " Pack up all your staff and leave,
give me back my keys: find a corner to grieve! "
Am I so heartless to let you die?

It won't end for a whim,
giving up on you is too grim;
he's the size of a blimp,
he surely is a giggling chimp!
 
We make lots of mistakes
and we regret them later;
guilt is painful and can remain forever!
I checked your endless text messages,
they were from red-head Fred...
he's from another neighborhood!

It won't end for a whim,
losing you is a tragedy;
I've got the crop of the cream...
you fit my ideal so perfectly!

Ah, he shows off his black Maisto bike,
he thinks you'll fall for what he's got;
ah, his worst enemy is spiteful Mike! 
I'm better than him, I have no tattoos,
I drink beer and stay away from boos;
I have no beard, I wear no silver rings 
in my earlobes, and whether you stay
or not, the bright sky won't turn gray!

Decluttering

Such clutter in my mind by the end of the day
  I want it all to just go away...
  
  The violence ringing out around the globe
  The screams and the shouts in my earlobes...

    ~ Time for a dip in a shower, cool as Norway...

The Unlikely Friendship of Chalk and Cheese

Chalk was bold, pale skinned, and big boned.
A soft souled, porous, sedentary teen.
Bulky, he made a big initial impression,
but seemed to lack in true substance.
And thus, was a temporary friend,
often relied on to help others with work,
but then discarded without a second thought.
Good thing Chalk brushed off comments with ease.

Cheese was very much an acquired taste,
with hooped earlobes and a waxy complexion,
quite rugged, yet packed full of character.
He wore a baggy beanie like a protective rind,
and from a glance, he could give you nightmares.
But behind his hard exterior, was a soft nature.
Easily influenced, he was often seen in a smoky hue,
chewing salty, sour snacks outside of class.

These two were really chalk and cheese, 
yet their soft nature made them good friends. 
Chalk helped Cheese get a grip and find his true flavour,
and Cheese was a rock for Chalk's sense of self.
Together, they were anything but, chalk and cheese,
yet never had they been more Chalk and Cheese.


05.01.2023

Weather Ready

Weather comes, but not to everyone.
Strange or strong, or just the sun,
Wet, dry or, "Just no fun!"

Are you ready for the weather
With a heart light as a feather?
Do you care or do you bother?

Someone freezes to death and starves.
Another just sits, whistles and carves,
Patiently waiting and nothing mars.

Is it possible to get away?
Usually, it's a price too high to pay
Put it on another day?

Totally unprepared for cold
Or are you fully clad and bold?
"We just love Winter!" I am told.

Unbelievable differences around the globe
Winter preparedness or frozen earlobes,
Or, "No fear, Life goes on like Job's!"

There's challenges and weather comes.
Decide, take an attitude, make some puns,
Laugh, change and help give out buns.

Yes, volunteer and be a part.
Give from your smile and your heart.
Use Winter's benefit, a brand-new start.

Do your best to prepare.
Don't be blue nor despair.
Go to God in prayer.

Hear a Spirit-filled wise word,
Trust and never be lured
To give up or be deterred.

No Way

How do gnats enter?
A million dollar question
Puzzles me till now
Brought preventives this and that
Closed all doors but of no use

A friend advised me
To lit a herbal dhoop stick 
Smoke made me breathless
Smeared sticky balm, kept lights on 
To get rid off but in vain

Swiveling their wings
Whining at our earlobes
Devilish music
Scratching bites makes much itching
No way- tucked from head to toe.



A Buggy Tanka Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser 
Date: 02-09-2021

PLACE : 4 th

Catharsis: My First Love

I heard your voice first
while you were sitting behind me
on the second row in grade nine class
The moment I saw you first, 
I felt a volcano booming, inside me

I heard you criticize my school,
comparing it with your previous one 
and to escape from your grunt 
I locked my earlobes.  
I told your sister I love my Mom, my School ......

Next day, I saw you alone,
alone – at my Grand Mom’s house 
I saw you hide like a mouse……….
a frightened mouse, in a dirty rat hole …. 

I still remember what happened 
I was in grade nine 
We stood with daggers in arms, 
and you splattered my white-washed 
school walls with a mud-fire

We hated each other as crow and cuckoo do
or cobra and mongoose do,
but our mates stared with mouths agape 
at the rising … scarlet castle of love…
in our fiercely fighting battle ground

I dreamed one day a nightmare:
My prince fell dead in the battle front……
I could do nothing………
I dreamed of marrying my first love,
but it remains a living, breathing dream.…


Dec. 5, 2020
Catharsis Poetry Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Silent One

Diamonds and Sylvia Plath

tiny diamonds, 
like two tamed supernovae, 
in earlobes; a shiny 
forehead which would do 
to powder; Sylvia Plath
bookmarked with my love letter

31.o8.2019
Writing Challenge 3, August 2019 - Six Lines
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
Syllables Per Line:	5 7 7 5 7 7

My Adonis-Like Body

People are the weirdest animals on the globe
This may come as no great surprise especially if I disrobe
My Adonis-like body
Ain't not too shoddy
Won world-wide acclaim for my muscular earlobes

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