Oh fiddle-dee-dee!
Oh fortuity!
Come take a chance with me—
on a slippery-dip slide,
down to serendipity,
where happenstance
shakes the dice,
and takes the chance
to dance with me,
romance with me.
I tripped on a maybe; I slipped on a sigh,
did a dance with chance, as it wandered by.
That flipped the switch—in the blink of an eye—
My fortune lit up, streaking across the sky.
Call it a fluke, call it a break.
Call it pure chance, no hands could fake—
When you riled the give-and-take,
you made luck, drive in its stake.
Let fortuity fling! Let serendipity sing,
Let fortune shuffle its luck through everything.
A stumble, a tumble — then you swoop right in!
to play all your cards—go bold, all-in!
So spin the wheel to clack, clack its spark,
let chance light a match to scatter the dark.
Make merry, and rouse the larrikin lark—
to laugh, sing, dance—a fling in the park.
Oh fiddle-dee-dee!
Oh fortuity!
Come take a chance with me—
on a slippery-dip slide,
down to serendipity,
where happenstance
shakes the dice,
and takes the chance
to dance with me,
romance with me.
There will surely be a guide ~
charting my path,
protecting,
and leading me
to my destined destination in life.
As if it were a promised payment
God made to me from heaven.
A visible hand
tucked out from an invisible tucker,
In a canoe on a river ~
gently rowing me along its flow.
Many near-deaths averted,
Many of life's debts miraculously paid,
many stale breaths,
yet never for a moment ceased.
All threats to my existence –
God canceled them,
sometimes with my sweat,
other times with just a little fret.
Yet still, I never got my feet wet or smelly,
even when I trudged through the sludge
left behind by life's avarice;
not a faint trace of the caprice
that clouds my destined destination.
There has to be only one explanation ~
providence,
not merely serendipity,
For I can see the hands of the I Am That I Am,
whispering their ubiquity,
through a tiny voice –
often feeble, yet ably affable,
I am cognisant of its presence,
especially when I disobey its warnings.
All these are never through kismet or fortuity ~
they are simply the ways of providence.
Case closed.
After your butterfly alighted my dreams,
I never forgot your kiss,
You became the object of my vespers,
The refuge for my injured toiling chest.
I await your spectacle, your curtain call.
Your fragile teasing dance.
Like Groundhog Day, I predict your fluttering
Wings, the wavy flurry of your bowstrings,
Again and again.
What wonder comes next?
Are you counting down my dreams?
Wished to rise at dawn, when the entire city sleep
It is hardly to get out of the sleep which is deep.
The muggy surrounding has a soothing serenity;-
Ah! for a man, it is a great fortuity.
The shivering cold touches the soul while walking;
And few minutes are left for the morning.
Ah! what a peace, after standing on the meadow
There is nothing can be the cause of sorrow.
Slowly walking;and observing the surrounding,
The chirping of birds makes it so astounding.
The Sun is about to rise; and the first ray
Is enough to make the whole city gay.
the fragility of a flower
quavering in autumn's draft
infallibly will succumb
to the rime of night
the capability to shield it
prevails in your hands
if only to prolong its life
from the foreordained path
imagine your own life
retained in your hands
your trembling fingers
grasping the tips of needles
wary of each droplet
perceptive to the fortuity
that each could mean
extended life or inevitable death
Most dream of peace on earth- what is this peace
we yearn and pray for in our life? Just think!
Toast days when wars no longer threat- police
key rulings that destroy our freedom’s link.
Host all God-given rights we own- release
free ways that lead us to salvation's brink:
each person has the same fortuity-
reach peace without the fear of 'fight or flee'.
June 5, 2019
Contest: Rima Ottava
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Rules: AB, AB, AB, CC at both the beginning and the end of
each sentence. Also, the syllable count must be 10 in each line.
Whenever I feel a bout of ennui
I open my window to grasp at affinity
I fill my lungs with the perfume of sweet pea
And say hello to the bumblebee and chickadee
Nature easily melts away any and all anxiety
Without a sign of apathy or apology
It somehow holds the only master key
To my heart and soul in times of adversity
Though it may occasionally seem like fragility
Nature is linked in so many ways to eternity
It’s in intimate communion with divinity
That’s why I’m such a hardcore devotee
Even if I just step out onto my balcony
It may seem like random fortuity
But there to greet me is my ancestry
In whispering trees willowy and billowy
And the moon always looks on wantonly
Calls out to me whimsically and poetically
With its feathery filigree of fantasy
I drink from the cup of harmony and serenity
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2022
BY CHANCE
fortuitous fluky
coincidental prospect
probability
anticipation
happenstance providence fate
accidental fate
serendipity
likeliness expectation
fortuity by chance
05/15/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
With quite some ups and downs, twists and turns,
so illusionarily the mundane affairs fare,
racking everything up so far into thin air.
Traceless the same is my beloved,
like a draught slipping through the door shoved,
only a wisp of fragrance, ethereally evocative, in dream of old lingering deep.
Meretriciousness submerges, merging my melancholiness into high wind,
without the slightest sightly serenity in retrospect seeming to seep.
So lonesome the small alcove, my innermost outpouring has only nihilism to find.
End of dream brings me no beginning of waking,
no fortuity for fancy fondness in the making.
Royal, royal roads of love far and near, just lurk out of my lap;
Neat, neat niches for couples a dime a dozen, just lack of mine.
Freezing up instantly both dismal floccules citywide flying
and full bosom of sentimentality seething out of my sap,
only wanders and wades constant contemplation in wooing want.
...speak sporadically in soft sassy syllables
...open opulent overtures to appease my err
...revoke risque rashness of the adulterer
...modulate too many manic memories.
savor satiable sweetly shared sensations,
admire adored avenues divinely alone.
target toxic tones forever together,
why wholly wade, wondering where we
faithfully failed famous fortuity forever?
He dabbles in this, dips his toes in that
Dithering with daubs, splattering dollops and spatters
Dilly-dallying, loitering lazily lackadaisical
Unable or unwilling to commit.
Half-hearted efforts lie half-baked, unfinished
Laying listless, languidly lolling and littering.
It's so annoying to see time wasted and fortuity fraught
But what can anyone watching do?
possibilities
chances given for fortune
risks taken for fate
fortuity kept
opening for new leisure
moments of juncture
a shot in the dark
probabilities for luck
liberty for all
November 1, 2016
..beyond fantasy, beyond reality
beyond past, beyond present
beyond belief, beyond faith
beyond imperfection, beyond beauty
beyond youth, beyond gray.
beyond joy, beyond hurt
beyond honesty, beyond lies
beyond truth, beyond doubts
beyond humility, beyond pride
beyond good, beyond evil.
beyond kindness, beyond cruelty
beyond happiness, beyond sadness
beyond possession, beyond obsession
beyond boundaries, beyond time
beyond death, beyond Life.
To surpass all these, lies both their Fate.
He will find Her, to have a purpose & see the light
She will find Him, to have a meaning & feel the life
Fortuity, Serendipity, Fate and Destiny
They'll meet again, holding onto their Love & Faith...
...xoxo...
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