Expounds Poems | Examples

Two Tone

I was young, once, and knew no bounds
and oft went running with the hounds
chasing heirs, blossoms if not there
plucked, without worry or a care.
Met in rhythm of a 2 tone ska
bewitched by sax and bass guitar;
escaping from my ghost town spell
Mantovani could go to hell!
Rocksteady, reggae, punk, new-wave
freedom, freedom, never be a slave!
Checkerboard shirts with Tonic suits
skinny blue jeans and eight-hole boots.
Mom don’t like multicolored mates
so that’s her problem, them’s her hates
Thatcher’s on her wall, she expounds;
so I went running with the hounds.

Female Cogitation

In conversation
the sounds
of her thinking astounds
logic rebounds
argument confounds
rationale knows not bounds
there's no reasoning
with what she expounds
or justification
in that which she propounds
when all facts fail
and reality surrounds
her point of view
tho' it has zero grounds
piled on in mounds
with absurdity she compounds
adding injury to insult
my brain it impounds
traps me wraps me saps my energy
inducing mental lethargy causing  total apathy

Butterfly

Flit and dance from flower to flower
Gossamer wings of printed art
Rapturous beauty overpowers
Instilling warmth in my beating heart.
Bold against the drab grey surround
You float unencumbered, light and free
A picture bursting with life expounds
If only you could be with me.
Save me from this boring day
Let me join on you on the wing,
To feel the freedom without dismay
Unshackled and absolved of sin.
Social butterfly, faerie infatuation deep
My heart and soul are yours to keep.

Deadicated To Jesus-

Grateful all the hearts that are not golden
 grateful are those parts that are swollen
 with tears of abundant Joy crying flowing
 down the cheeks overflow grateful or the heart
that expounds and rejects the negatives parts
 of man's ill effects grateful are the spoken word
 to the one and only true God Evermore 
grateful in my mind for he is my God my king
 my darling my everything 
and my sore mess He heals and my sorrow 
He makes me glad in my pain He soothes
 me in my loneliness He accomplished me
 I am in love with a man this day 
One who holds my hand everything 
if I must be concise the man's name is Jesus,
 Jesus Christ 
Hallelujah
9/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Grateful Hearts Flow-

Grateful all the hearts 
that are not Golding
 grateful are those parts
 that are swollen 
with tears of abundant
 Joy crying flowing down the cheeks
 overflow grateful or the heart 
that expounds and rejects the negatives
 of man's ill effects
 grateful are the spoken word 
to the one and only true 



9/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Love Endearing

Love is an impulse fueled by the heart,
A stimulating prompt eliciting response
Invoking affinity from halo of its soul~
Sense it, feel it, touching depth of core;
Harmonious, melodious, even in prose
Longingly love unfolds albums of yore
Etching memoirs today and tomorrow.

Love is the glimmer on giggles of child
Love is, beak to beak, feeding a newborn,
Love is a deer ambling with her fawn,
A blush of kiss love is on moonlit night,
Listen closely and you’ll hear its sound~
Sound of benevolence love expounds
Giving, receiving, never having to ask.

Love is a ballad in passions of romance
Blossoming reveries in bosoms of dawn,
Love is the chorus of nightingale’s song
Strumming its euphonic tunes of music
Enamored it comes in genuine feelings,
Vibrant and tender as flowers of spring,
Fragile and colorful as autumnal revelry.

August 22, 2022
Placed 2nd: The Meaning of Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Celebrate

Celebrate writing 

Celebrate your wit

Celebrate fighting

Celebrate your hit

Celebrate your mind

Celebrate thinking

Celebrate your kind

Celebrate singing

Poetry celebrates 

Good heart relates 

Wide mind elaborates

Thoughtful gist expands

While theme expounds

Celebrate madness

Singing fairness

The Silence of the Trumpet

Trumpet call
And all down tools,
People who don't live by the rules,
Listen to these trumpets calls
The caller is a hypnotiser,
A cad and a womaniser,
He is also a billionaire,
Without any savoir faire.
Avarice and powerful too
He tells others what to do
The trumpeter is extremely bad,
Some people think he must be mad,
He keeps going on and on,
Committing crimes that to others are wrong,
Many followers of this man
Always agree with any silly plan,
That this deranged man expounds,
No matter how ridiculous it may sound.
They follow him like a flock of sheep,
His self-centred rallies make the educated weep.
Trumpeter claps himself when he is on the stage,
He dances to music to engage
While pointing to people in the crowd
As his followers cheer and clap out loud
Everything gets to a fever pitch
Like a circus without a hitch.
The trumpeter's power grows and grows,
His audience loves him; the louder he blows,
Then one day at one of these rallies,
A Bugler played the reveille
It was the necessary wake-up call
And the start of the trumpeter's fall.

Hound Most Renowned Nursery Rhyme

A man, quite renowned, came into our town;
He tried to expound on matters profound.
He frowned when he found as he tried to expound:
drowned by the sound of a hound in the town.

This was indeed a hound most renowned!
The sound from this hound, when on a rebound,
knocks a man down in a mound on the ground.

He looked all 'round: northbound, southbound, eastbound, westbound.
Nowhere he looked could that loud sound be found:
the fairground, the playground, the foreground, the background.
Finally he found himself down at the pound.

A foxhound, a coonhound, a bloodhound, a greyhound:
all of these hounds could be found at the pound,
but none of the hounds made that kind of sound.

A boy came around and said while he frowned,
his puppy was wound up, would not settle down.

"Your little dog too! Ha, ha," he clowned.
A little chihuahua made all of that sound?
Well, he dropped his jaw when he heard the chihuahua.
Now, he expounds on this hound most renowned.
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For the Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Written on 04/14/2022

Sijo As Poetry Form

Sijo from Korea
Shows theme of unrhymed style
Secured by three long lines
Setting clear start at first 
Second expounds it well
Steadfast third as ending
Spirit of truth* expressed.

*2Corinthians 13:8 For we can do nothing against the truth, but for the truth.

January 25, 2022
2nd place, "Write About a Form" Pleiades Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 2/19/2022.

Oscar

I thank the heavens for this darling boy 
who's given my life new purpose, joy. 
This little scrap of humanity, who sits 
on my knee and expounds my vanity 
and completely disarms me with his 
'Hello, granddad' and infuriates when 
he misbehaves then saves himself with 
a smile and a hug and I give a shrug 
and beckon him near, this grandson 
so dear, who melts my heart and leaves 
a gap when we are apart. Who angers 
and pleases in equal measure yet gives 
my memory so much to treasure. Our 
knowing looks, the story books, the 
afternoon naps, the selfie snaps. 
The rough and tumble when you don't 
really want to, but you oblige for the smiles 
and the giggles and then you collapse in 
a heap of wriggles and try to be straight - 
laced whilst he probes your face to see how 
your eye works and plays with your lip 
then, off he'll skip on some other ploy 
and ask you to play with some other toy 
or else bombard you with imaginary snowballs, 
until, tuckered out, sleep finally calls and he kisses 
goodnight and lazily crawls into the land of dreams 
and childhood schemes and I'm left, bereft, aching 
and sore and anticipating more in the dawns early light.

Monsters of the Sea

A contracted seafarer...concerning no servile rank, 
kept e'er involved watch...away from menial daily tasks top deck,
while steadfast wary of...the diligent taskmaster's whip.

A dawn swift gust...brushes the ship from a rocky pillar, 
duly rallies from rest...aids calamitous bellows from crow's nest,
witnessed by crew...rose an angel disguised with devil horns.

Seawater laps feverishly...against ship's wooden hull, 
as panic over breed minds...once sturdy legs go feebly about,
cascading thoughts grips privately...every man for himself.

Another abrupt action...frees a churning sea expounds,
and an opening hole...devouring anything within its midst,
as desperation consumes...a ship has long met its doom.

A lone selfless soul of limited else...moved past the lost,
and hastily clutched a burdened javelin...and hoist it upwards,
with his petitioned combined strength...released the deadly blow.

Her dying scream...was drowned out by restored happy voices,
and a wealth of well-wishes and praises...honoring accolades,
as lone eyes of a humble sort...gaze a siphoning pass.

The World Is a Symphony

The world is a symphony of sights and sounds
But with special talents, we see and hear the surrounds
Nature is everywhere
Everywhere to share
Carrying on as usual as our daily life expounds

Lacuna

Traipsing o'er rare daffodil dawn,
Honeysuckle trails a passage forlorn,
Passionate filters pacified carnation yon,
Shelter rose prickly poised stem-filled thorn.

Blues hover facing angry clouds,
Sunrise sprung anew yellows brighten,
Sunset made reds to blazon shade crowds,
Grey dusk looms whilst a stripped eve heighten.

Clouds brim its sky, made for a naked night,
A veiled moon and outstretched curtains its stars,
A lane of lovers unmoved by heavenly displayed slight,
Tempestuous intensity stifled lips, a slide of hands in cars.

Tinge portrait anew day rises pastel undeniably grants,
Tone sketches advent blending brightness a welcomed orb,
Moods suave expounds harmoniously, proffers vivid a chance,
Splendor in the air unaccountable of yesterdusk, breaths absorb.


2019 October 16

Poem of Conflict

Pride in hand I come unto this world
Not knowing what to say, what to do
Overflowing with new found glee
Freedom at what it feels like to be truly me.

Hours pass, incentive grows faint
Longing to requite relief expounds new reality
Memory reminds me, she said, "If you care,"
Forced out onto this ledge alone I took the dare.

One single remembrance, faded now
Bursts clear to frontal lobe, in sadness unfair
"I've sacrificed everything for your love to forsake me!"
I guess what goes around comes around my love. Please forgive.

In defiant hesitation  I repent of all repentances
Take it all back to confront it forever anew 
Remember everything to a season, everything has its purpose
And on this seasoned road I can only begin this process of forgetting you.

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