a trillion petals magnetise my tender Heart
racing past farm workers in morning dew
Sun embellishes yellow song
crazed by mesmerising muse
saffron they slap an early chill gold
seeds swallow empty hopes sold
Curtains, at Grandma’s house,
hide the inner sanctum -
memories remodeled.
—Quote by Poet
I Recall Curtains
Loveliness is lace; I recall curtains.
Village without curtains; and lace.
One bow on a pine, lopsided star.
Intricate lace is snow white.
Many pines in the mountain skies,
the chimney and post office spire
pointing at the twinkling stars, all
hover over the curtainless village.
Rocking horse and spinning top, highlight
the two-storied “Toys and Games.”
I wonder who lives upstairs at the “Bakery.”
Such a teeny tiny village offering, yet
the daintiness embellishes a Winter wall;
Loveliness is lace; I recall curtains.
A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a
daystar's wake ... askew parts The Old Guitarist
ebbing lambent stars strung to a yarn of spring ...
'Tis the volley of calendrical crasis
poised to a youthful Einstein that subtracts from
the sum and substance whence summer makes a splash ...
The advent of an enchanting star dulls a
chant that the Khanate only stains upon its
Golden Horde smolders beneath befriending clouds ...
A whiff that slights Aurelius' bearings yet
still trifles a chalk absence to the presence
of cheese that embellishes the languid tracing ...
The shallow space of bards decreed a crowning
flock of teary favoring san tissues of
lissome verdancy choral ode vibrant charms ...
Worshipped effervescent microscopic dew
bringing into being just one bell prayers
bearing fruits of promise in globule water ...
Petrichor emanates to a hoverance
wisp claim as wandering brevity stands still
amidst a sonder of souls ventured threshold ...
Gold beams glimpsed a bevy coup of a vast crest
as the dripping stalled in evaporating
stares chase a clinked rainbow flaunts with ... creation.
Slowly,
nostalgia
trickles into
torrents,to flood memory's
canyon
Crystal clear,vision's backward gaze .All future certainty lies in the past, often distant memories linger fleeting and ephmeral is the dream.Yesterday's hero,a today's has-been,all perspective,out of true;twenty,twenty embellishes hind-sight .Experience forgotten wastes away superficiality now has its day..
on the wind
a bell tolls
memories surface
words unerased-
the image fades
Love’s scars, such exquisite markings;
Branded with a faded fine line stain,
you’ve taken me taken my heart;
Handle it gingerly this fragile heart
it has become tender with markings;
Such emotion is known to stain;
Scabbed imprint of that bloody stain
embellishes so splintered a heart;
Always distracted by those markings;
Red ink markings stain your heart.
The serenading stream leaps in swirling rapture
on the dancing shadows of the swaying trees.
The diamond dew drops draping the glinted grass
put lilting latticed diadem on the malachite meadow.
The drizzling moon dust from the sequined sky
embellishes the pearlescent waves of the rolling sea.
In all these I look enthused for my muse.
Up above the majestic mountain’s sliding slopes
waits the sun-soaked summit of ecstasy to be scaled.
Down the verdant valley’s slithering spine
cascades sapphire stream to the picturesque plains.
The rain-washed sky spreads the tapestry of dreams
of chromatic imagery on the rainbow-arched horizon.
In all these I seek out fervently for my muse.
The scarlet sun rises with the grandeur of crystal dawn,
lifts the musk of miasma from the depth of despair.
The wind of imagination blows in mystique mindscape,
raises from dust the flecks of dormant feelings,
wafting in the surging storm of inventive impulse,
on its wings I fly inspired in the fantasy firmament.
That’s when my passion makes me a poet.
I relish spring's green growth; plants at their best
and babies after mama birds build nests.
But I cherish summer trips on fishing boats,
going barefoot, bare arms, no caps or coats.
Fall embellishes with gorgeous colors
but it’s back to school and few days outdoors.
Summer can have hellish heat from the sun
but then swimming makes for all kinds of fun.
Winter’s also nightmarish - snow and ice storms;
a fireplace brings comfort, hard work that warms.
Nourishing summer’s heat ripens gardens
corn on the cob, juicy watermelons.
Finished. No season’s perfect, I suppose -
outdoors is why I think summer comes close.
I'm eloquent in words that sound poetic;
I'm creative in composing music,
which is an art form so intrinsic!
I run to the one who's sad and bleeds;
I'm very kind in generous deeds,
and to happiness my giving leads!
Poetry adorns the dullest life,
making loneliness disappear instantly;
it soothes pain, anger and strife...
while music embellishes it vividly
with its notes vibrant with harmony,
then mood determines its tonality!
If in the flushing garden path you walk forlorn
And the hue of the sunburst sky embellishes you
You’ll see me defined in the floating cloud
You won’t be lonely, for I won’t ever leave you.
If on the desert dunes you trudge desolate
And follow the mirage to the hazy horizon
You’ll reach the oasis of my heart
You won’t be alone, for I won’t ever desert you.
If on the golden beach sand you lie abandoned
And the waves make pearly lattice around you
You’ll see my yearning embrace you with adornment
You won’t be lost, for I won’t ever forsake you.
If in the stream of cascading dream you float
And sail your heart to the bay of longing
You’ll hear in the hum of ripples my captivating song
You won’t be dismayed, for I won’t ever disown you.
_______________
November 19, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Arrayed with a colorful spectrum that can camouflage
Imagine a butterfly’s life as it silently flutters in flight
Watching her solo or in a multi-pigmented entourage
Your eyes behold her until she disappears from sight
The sunlight reflected her clarity as a shooting star
Wings are so fragile that you dare not touch them
Only a handful of kaleidoscopic creatures match her
She’s brilliant as a stained-glass window or a diadem
The change from larva to butterfly happens as she hurls
A conversion was formed in secret, incredible to behold
She cannot soar until her magnificent new wings unfurl
As she seeks safe shelter from the fierce wind, so bold
Look at how the queen butterfly spreads her wingspan
For a moment, she became aware of her life expectancy
Not just a pretty face from God’s psychedelic spray can
She knows she has to mate with no concern for intimacy
This enchanting transformation gracefully embellishes the earth
An enchanting, delicate species that is admired for its confidence
An enchanted, transformed body yields shortly after giving birth
A gift that brings immense joy carries a rather sorrowful existence
When I got it I wore it only once on a special day
That time seemed good to display, showing understanding, respect, solidarity
But I confess I don’t really know what it means to me, no pride
Over years I have thought of this metal disc, what it defines
What it recognises of me, what it says about me
Often I feel it embellishes, makes much of nothing
Seems it has more significance to others, not me
Does it make me feel better about myself, about who I was or what I did?
No
It represents something else, more a keepsake, a reminder of all those there
A silent notation, a memory, a footnote now history
I am shy about this, not quick to be proud of it
More regretful I think, this disc commemorates loss of others, lives
If I did not have this disc given from those who deem me worthy
My actions would have been null and void, the grounds for this, absent
And my friends perhaps would be here today, and not just symbolised
In this metal disc
Feb 2022
I am alone and this time this point
Mine esteem is counter sort
No one would conclude to
What am I to do
Lonely was in love with me
Lonely has its arms embracing me
She has her thoughts in my mind
She's ruthless cunning soul she wants for herself
It need not lonely because she's selfless
Though a spirit she be
This one's not for me
For lonely not for me
Selfish she so be
Greatly embellishes relentless
For when I'm with lonely I am unbless, useless
Lonely she cannot be for me because I don't want more than just spirituality
I need a hand to hold someone to talk to
Living body who I can love and hold and see a living embodiment to love me
Lonely not for me
2/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
With purpose her steps project pearlescent elegance
Finely cut fabric falls from her waist, embellishes
Weightless momentum, legs timed as ballroom
bustle musical march beside busy suburban thrum
Range Rover overgrown zebras meander, hands free
Inhabit hair salon adjacent spots, to emerge panthers
Claws comb plumb neat pelt on gym angular shoulders
Watched white teeth greet crimped cappuccino domes
From rotting fence, cluttered sunroom mottled streets
Feral hedges blend shed dilapidation with neighbours
Pearl recalls the rural run-down houses, howling low hope
Chimneys emitting messages to status never received
Mauve smoke drifts to city monotonous nonchalance
Eleventh level sky view squares share trove of eventide
Tang in coveted ticket operas from atop lavish lifestyle
High rise residents' glinted sun sets show mirrors only
20th March 2021
Written for Contest : Eight Word Bard
Sponsor : John Hamilton
Words of necessary inclusion are:
pearlescent, thrum, plumb, crimped,
feral, howling, eventide, tang
Crescent wisps on rolling stones
swivel bubbling ember to burn.
Sizzling jewels on moss thrones,
redwood embellishes withering fern.
Showers of September rinse
sunset in mellowed strides.
Lustrous pink rivulets wince
on shimmering green slides.
The lonely squirrel rolls in bed
to drench in soothing musk tide.
Cuddled mist drizzles the red
veil of fir seeds on the hillside.
Fiery twigs write velvet songs
on your pier of echoing lights.
My tender soul on bridge longs
to melt with iridescent nights.
Hush! Golden sequins bloom
in tunnels of moistened birch.
In Celeste's gorgeous room,
I witness our emotions perch.
Our crimson desires fuse
on dew-kissed bluebells.
September begins to cruise
on footprints of silver shells.
August 31, 2020
A Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
A Lipogram without the letter 'A'
Sweet as Christmas candy cane
She takes away my pain
Embellishes low spirts
Then she’ll crystallise the rain
With care, wraps up my anguish
Topped off with festive bow
Ensures there’s room within her inn
When I have no place to go
She jingles my bells when I’m going through hell
turns my tears into to snow flakes
With her jovial spell
Illuminates darkness with twinkling lights
embraces me warmly When Jack Frost bites
She’s a gift of the very highest degree
My Angel
My star
Adorning my tree
The most precious of baubles
Such a Yuletide time cracker
She can loose herself in this seasonal Chatter
She disperses my worries
and breaks them all down
They don’t seem so huge
As they fall to the ground
Like a magical snow globe
She shakes up my sadness
She’s my sparkling tinsel
and fills me with gladness
My dearest of friends who I treasure so deeply
Always thinking of others
and sings oh so sweetly
The tune of this heavenly holy night
Sprinkling hope as saint Nicholas takes his flight.
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