The poet, a spellbinding wizard,
experiences the magic power
of creative imagination as it
vigorously knocks at the
present moment, inspiring poetic
truth or fantasy with striking
imagery and genuine feeling.
Whether positive or negative,
personal, or social, this experience
silences the world instantly to create.
Words are like delicate butterflies
fluttering slowly in a sealed jar until
the lid is carefully opened.
Words rhythmically ebb and flow
and loop around, wrapping and linking,
binding proudly,
beaming with simplicity and splendor.
Quill of Defiance
A poet is more than a penman—
not merely a rash historian of verse.
We shatter the ordinary,
aspiring to the nirvana of heaven,
unwavering in the face of decay.
We explore the remnants of society,
discern the divine from the false,
cast aside the sustenance fed to tired souls
and build soaring meditations from ash.
Written by: Sotto Poet
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Together, lying in their solemn sadness many sisters await in black dresses and white as they lament in their lingering of pregnant silence.
In the early morning light that peaks through the
windows, they secretly gossip in whispers unheard about my seemingly deliberate neglect.
While I lay dreaming, nestled under blanket and
sheets - unaware of their fiery yearning, to fill the
quiet with heavenly harmonies.
For without their lovely octal voices, there would be no song, and without my touch, they could not sing along in a marriage of sound and emotion.
When I wake, traipsing past - always admiring the
way they are dressed, neatly tucked side by side to impress their sullen suitor.
But I can sense the longing - this intense desire to have my hands of daftless madness press their lovely palms, leading their choral colors in psalms.
So when I finally sit with my foot on sustain - hands caressing gently their fingers of elegance, their stringed hearts fill with joy that our engagement is sealed with rings of vibrancy.
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Bad start could be sign
Engagement ring lost at new year’s ball
Ominous omen or lousy luck
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
May Donald feel lost love he never knew -
and see his tumultuous journey through.
A prayer for one who few would pray for -
whose feelings they'd rather chose to ignore.
Who are we who do not dare to relate -
or even consider another's fate?
Millions who've protested, marched and wept -
in hopes that things held sacred will be kept.
Aren't we all dear children of the Divine -
each entitled to touch the sublime?
Could there be respect when we hear his name -
confident that all are treated the same?
May we feel kindly towards each other -
and reach out to Donald as a brother.
I am the hero of my world,
Bound to shake, rattled by words
of people, with eyes of mockery
Whose voices echoing vanity.
But I am the hero of my world,
I make mistakes for am a human.
I won't be shaken by any man,
Coz i will rise, firm i'll stand.
And I am the hero of my world,
My end is destined by my works.
I won't be rattled, nor fear lurks.
My heart's a victor over words.
Coz I am the hero of my world,
"Beware; for I am fearless,
and therefore powerful."
To the vicious I am ruthless,
and I'd take risks, but mindful.
When coming face-to-face with the enemy,
Be sure to be equipped for the violent fray.
The proper armor is a necessity,
If you are to live to fight another day.
When the foe’s hot, deadly darts of fire are hurled,
None can pierce the spiritual armor worn.
The shield of faith and the sword, God’s word unfurled,
Will protect from evil’s mortal threat and scorn.
The strong armor of faith shields the believer.
It will not fail, though the battle will be fierce.
Stand firm and steadfast against the deceiver,
Be a faithful servant; God will provide rest.
Wear the belt of truth and salvation’s helmet,
The breastplate of righteousness around the waist,
And feet of zeal for the gospel add credit.
Outfits the Christian for a most sacred quest.
Pointed at his heart
Ready for its start
Pointed at her eyes
Where a future lies
Pointed at her hand
For what he had planned
Offered the ring
Diamond, sparkling
So proclaiming his love
Before the gods above
Traced her tear
Not of fear
But of joy and elation
Upon a new foundation
A new life to spend together
In sunshine
And stormy weather
Just Walking hand in hand
Upon laping beaches;
Their toes crushing the sand
Sunken moons
Blissful noons
Sounds of their childrens' laughter
The Ivy adorned rafter
The glowing hearth fire
Seeing life entire
How like a dream
It could all seem
But when he looks at her
Knowing no dream better
Than her beautiful smile
orange marmalade
slathered upon the black sea
nascent world of life
Seldom heartbeats
and death for the electrical current never rest
The flesh heart and stops beating while
the spirit and soul is forever traveling
Through space and time unbound the spirit lives on
Forever in eternity
never does it cease nor stops
---`This is the heartbeat that drops
10/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Former Lady Of The Night;
Holds Darkness now she is Radiant Light;
She shines ever so bright;
She throws down the darkness;
Now she embraces the light;
Beautiful is the lady...
- the woman who shines ever bright;
Graced mercy forgiveness;
Once shady
Former Lady Of The Night;
Holds Darkness now she is Radiant Light;
9/27/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025
Mum’s the word
Mummer’s paradise by way of Philadelphia
High School Marching Bands competing on who is the best
All out contest
Each having musical and entertaining themes
Marching Band Captain strides
Vibe of dazzle and pop
Capturing the audience eyes
Sparkle with a surprise
Mummers only know
They never let go
Reminder in realize
Tempo lifted up a notch
Movement through every coordination
Every theme getting the audience attention
One example of one marching band
“America on Independence Day”
Centennial moment
Suddenly a finale
Confetti as fireworks of Red, White and Blue
America in pursue
Then salute
I hope you understand a fact
That nature is indeed too broad
And me, I am too weak to act
But still need to tell it a bit more
Of my sticking to an elite soul
That you and I shared a talk to
In the absence of your hands to hold
Yet, feelings are affluence to brew
I breathed a breeze that you blow
Of the flowers dancing before eyes
Blooming love inside the souls for you
In the name of pursuit, with sighs
Once it placed unreachable in the distal
Not yet is the mind going to be hollow
Encapsulating Darkness
Covers over the lights
The Moon Rises as the sun subsides
Sets Horizon meets top and bottom flight
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So is the day dark
As the night Shadows walk, fall and crawl With the darkness sees the light
Descending Darkness well bright
9/18/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Media is not a just
Mass media is most
As to my guess
Social media is first
Nepal to tell the best
-Dharga Nagar Safa
Specific Types of Engagement Poems
Definition | What is Engagement in Poetry?