It scarcely times to stand out from the eager crowd.
This is barely the proper time for a tame proud.
It is not the odd time to bitterly lament the tragic loss of a pebble.
It's not the accurate time for yearning and crumple.
We've allowed enough of beautiful utter weeping.
And a shallow cup of sensitive souls, as well as damaging.
We awful are in desperate need of a bold generation.
We dearly need brave folks willing to subtly recondition.
And not just for the sake of estranging.
Our green fantasies are rapidly declining.
To the blazing rays of the departing sun and the visible light of the living.
Categories:
estranging, analogy, appreciation, character, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
Faith was the scorn of the believers
who once derided and judged others;
they didn't love whoever disagreed,
never forgave and showed kindness...
unless they became similar in kind!
That wonderful thing about us
is that we don't hesitate or avoid to express
love and be kind in deeds and words;
does anyone regret being honest...
clearing the water after a horrible tempest
that brought redemption to their malicious act?
We don't expect unmerited miracles,
often times conceited egos make us err,
separate good intentions from the bad ones,
estranging us from reality listening to the roar
of destructive winds and not take cover...
why is wisdom not heeded when one in danger?
That wonderful thing about us
make us humble and more human, not feeling
alone under a night sky without moonlight or stars;
if darkness frightens, there's little hope for light:
pluck up the courage and gladly look forward morning,
it will come unexpectedly and will make you sing
restoring faith in yourself and other things that bring delight!
Categories:
estranging, appreciation, beauty, dark, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Disbelief was the scorn of the unbelievers
who once derided and judged others;
they didn't love whoever disagreed,
never forgave and showed kindness...
unless they became similar in kind!
That wonderful thing about us
is that we don't hesitate or avoid to express
love and be kind in words and deeds;
does anyone regret being honest,
clearing the water after a horrible tempest
that brought redemption to their revengeful act?
We don't expect a string of miracles,
often times conceited egos make us err,
separate good intentions from the bad ones,
estranging us from reality, listening to the roar
of destructive winds and not take cover;
why is wisdom not heeded when one in danger?
That wonderful thing about us
make us humble and more human, not feeling
alone under a night sky without moonlight or stars;
if darkness frightens, there's little hope for light:
pluck up the courage and gladly look forward morning,
it will come unexpectedly and will make you sing
restoring faith in yourself and other things that bring delight!
Categories:
estranging, appreciation, beauty, dark, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
The pregnant moon has led a man astray.
His life, and others too, he’ll devastate.
The plane trip of a fool begins today.
A lunacy infection in him lay
simmering, his heart to penetrate.
The pregnant moon has led a man astray.
For on a night of moon’s full bloom in May,
he saw the face which led him to this gate.
The plane trip of a fool begins today.
His passion for her grew with each foray
estranging him from his kids and dear mate.
The pregnant moon has led a man astray.
She launched his thousand ships, then went away.
His plan , like waxing moon, would soon gestate.
The plane trip of a fool begins today.
Now he waits for take-off on the runway-
not knowing of his flame’s marital state!
The pregnant moon has led a man astray.
The plane trip of a fool begins today.
Jan. 21, 2020
N/A in Your Best 2019-2020 Villanelle' Poetry Contest
(except for me, it's my ONLY villanelle in a year)
Now I enter it in John Hamilton's 'N-A rerun 5' Contest
Categories:
estranging, love hurts,
Form: Villanelle
She snores under Night's somnolent veil,
Far from quiet throes of his teetering sail;
Her pulses come and go in silent throbs,
Attuned to trigger no lover’s salted sobs.
Her breath kicks in and out in frail wafts,
And makes sullen breather and her lover
Immune to stingy Love's meanest dose,
Both unhurt by Time's estranging cover.
Both lie on the false-soothing couch of hope,
That dupes naive souls to wait for riper days;
More fecund seasons marked by richer crop
To nurse Cupid’s stars and prop their praise.
If heavens their rationed graces further hold,
Her hushed snores and his dreams shall die;
And the two loving aspirations end in naught;
A sad tragedy like of Juliet and Romeo of old.
She's laden to death with yet unrequited love,
And he dies for a brief feel of her turgid verve.
Categories:
estranging, allegory, allusion, anxiety, betrayal,
Form: Ode
In a kingdom full of cuddles;
'Loving!' said I, 'thing of amour';
My passion is this blessed, crazy muddles;
Heated hot emotions and loins treasures;
Got fever boiling?
Can't control them;
My passion is the comforting lovely
Loving
In a kingdom full of storms
'Loving!' said I, 'thing of sweet.'
The fatherly firm forgiving torn;
In you I’d insist keeps
Covering
I crave the loving, like loving
Loving
I awoke and flung the amour
the fatherly firm forgiving
and the dais never adoring
while I pondered, lover like and poring
the idolatrous intimacy interring not endearing
Much I marveled this warm carcass
Loving
I heard a dear, over fond estranging
That moment my soul grew no longer a stranger;
I saw us in my mind the cuddles
Deep into that darkness caressing;
Soul spread, spirit fed now kissing;
Ever so…Loving
7/13/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
estranging, analogy, appreciation, desire, for
Form: Rhyme
Here I can come,
lets salute the sun,
lets make a brutish cocktail for a run,
lets crash a party that wasn't fun.
And then! ! ! ! !
Ok by then you know there is no playin',
only mind praying,
and rotation of claiming,
because girls are entangling,
estranging-
to their embankment,
to the water that flows strangely,
from out of town-
oh its amazing! ! !
Lets teach them Bangledesh
from the Bay Area-ness,
that comes around in a mess,
drunk and sore from all of their bets.
Ball on time-
when you come
it isn't the crime,
some people ball all the time!
They don't need our time-
our wishes
or our finds...
They are tourists out of their binds...
They're bosses that don't know of lives-
...that need love,
and are falling from their climbs.
Categories:
estranging, desire, destiny, heart, kindergarten,
Form: Verse