aphrodite songs
nesting in our feathered grass
feeding young in eaves
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The autumn FLAIR FILLS the AIR fresh and cool,
The HILLS WEAR their SHARE as a crown,
EAVES of LEAVES form THRILLS of priceless jewel.
Their SHADOWS in water CHOSE HUES of gold,
Giving VIEWS of JOY to ENJOY the town,
While a small BLAZE PAYS its DUES to the cold.
The guitar's SWEET BEAT DELIGHTS all the ears,
The LIGHTS were BRIGHT and RIGHT for this lockdown,
Our MIGHTS are from these TONS of FUNS we share.
20th October, 2024.
Contest: Rhymes in Nine 2 Poetry.
Sponsor: Joseph May. Placed 1st.
Prompt: Photo number 4
Knocking and and bumpings
as I wonder I was wondering
wandering listening over hearing
behind closed doors listening
malice screams and jumping
some vulgar messages
the distant cry
HR call security runs by me
side those social murders screams
of content her supervisor was
verbally firing a coworker
much content my head drops
near the floor I'm caught
on my ear to the door
that security first grabs me
and marches me to the elevator door--eavesdropping
10/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Elegant and Even Eaves
Whole house was elegant and even eaves;
Is some sinner who in himself he believes;
Hard to explain,
Done in vain,
While in and out of traffic he often weaves.
Jim Horn
Absently I
Brushed the
Crushed ice
Down from the
Eaves and
Followed my
Grandfather into
His little cottage.
I looked all around me hoping to find any traces of
Jeremy's presence, but
Katherine had been thorough and
Left
Me
Nothing, to remember him by.
Out of the corner of my eye a
Purple flag flapped outside the
Window,
Quietly warning us of the
Rapidly approaching
Storm that had
Threatened the lot of
Us.
Very slowly I
Worked my way to the window and
Xamined the sky outside,
Yawning for lack of
Zzzz's.
The silent whispers are heard afar, as though the words were neariy spoken .
Carefully said ,what is foul and fair,though not aloud for sake of other ears.
the secret words hoarded ,could be someday relived,by those who listened -
strained at such .
The covert is made open,seldom times it,s a trifle,many times what was said in
the quiet or dark revealed ,was shocking,either to decency or conscience.
Hence this gleaning sport,best fits a plot of intrigues and the arcane.
For good is proudly made light ,save where it,s alter-kind greatly abounds.
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