squirrels’ rewards, gifts
harvests of autumn, blessings
gathering bounties
coolness of dawn breathes courage
leaves wash the mountains in hope
Firm
Rigid
High mountain
Standing static .
From chasms oozing
frolic fountain
dynamic
restless
Fall.
Not hedging my bet
yet I do truly believe
if I were your Adam (Madam)
and you were my Eve
from on high above
love would be heaven-sent
as we could frolic in the garden
to our heart's content
from the fruit of our labour
with a smile all the while
we'd take a bite right from the apple
in serpentine-like style
then with no inhibitions
create quite the sight
as day fades away
until stars light the night
"Lingering leaves of gold
frolic in the autumn wind,"
Swept up by bygone breezes,
already collapsing
before they begin,
As disillusionment clouds an overtired soul—
Misplaced and irretrievable
To a society that ravenously
disembowels empathy,
Twists and mangles trust
until it becomes unrecognizably disfigured,
Leaving the carcass to be plucked by bone-thin vultures,
Fed by culture’s apathetic, parasitic narcissism,
Under the boiling, pre-winter sun.
"Lingering leaves of gold
frolic in the autumn wind"
and I am lost in a swirling,
dance of golden leaves,
twirling, whirling ...
leaping, here there, lingering.
They flutter and quiver,
golden in the glaring sunshine,
a slight breeze and they glide,
for a moment ...
is there anything more lovely,
than a nice autumn day.
I gather gold leaves in my hands,
and smell their divine scent,
sweet, pungent,
that speak of autumns decay,
the leaves glow as though,
lit from within.
Frolic - frolic along with me
And be as a spritely fawn
Running carelessly through the reeds
As best we can imagine.
Let's traipse across the rivulet
Where a log fell in the right place.
What luck that we should find it
Like it knew of our escapade!
The shrubs have something to say;
Small murmurs are thrown to the wind.
They catch up to us and whiz by
But we've not a common language.
So wildly about the winds gush
That my whipped hair looks feral.
We trample the weeds underfoot;
We overtake a lonesome hill.
Somewhere, anywhere - let us run
And forge for ourselves a new path.
Frolic with me through the unknown
So sure that we never look back.
Sunlight spills on sprightly steeds,
Spring's sweet song stirs sleeping seeds.
Spirited stallions, sleek and swift,
Sashaying through the springtime mist.
Silken shadows shift and sway,
In the serene, splendid break of day.
Three thoroughbreds rambunctiously thrive,
Their thunderous thumps come alive.
Pastures painted in subtle shades of green,
Outstretched playground, pure and pristine.
Playful prancing, powerful paces,
Pleasure painted on their faces.
Celebrating, chasing, carefree,
Cascading manes, wild and free.
In the cozy, comforting light,
Spring's splendor shines so bright.
Frolicking freely, feeling fine,
For this trine, dazzling day so divine.
Eternal energy, ever so spry,
Beneath the vast, vibrant sky.
Frolic,
Frolic,
Frolic away,
Frolic through the fields of green.
FROLIC FLUSH
On dusky evening you appeared unexpected . I offered you posy of lily shining in crimson glaze of my mind , instantly plucked from garden. That was the first and last chance to express my love.
Our lingering urge melted in ebullient mutual crave. Romantic glow of your
emerald eyes shimmered , glimmered in placid blinks. Glory of your
amorous glance reflected to get reciprocated, resounded through my looks.
Me flooded in frolic flush of my feelings. I soared high above seven heavens. I felt tender touch of your fingers while you took blossoms from my hesitant hand. Ardent ardour of that pearly passion transmitted tremor in lust.
I yearned for capturing that auspicious moment crossing boundary of space time. I prayed to float ever and ever making pause on time flow.
I wished to continue time - bound happenstances on extension ignoring
restriction of reality which is also relative.
Fairies that frolic among the flowers,
Spread happiness here among the bowers
Leaping through the petals,
Avoiding the nettles
I hear they live in grand golden towers.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written November 23, 2022
Submitted to "Children's Limericks" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
picnic on a hill
swept by summer's breeze
birds float by with ease
joy among the blooms
old fashioned perfumes
green everywhere
gold in our hair
soft bluebell skies
and whim's surprise
cardinals
hue rivals
love jewels
good times
wind chimes
grass
Written on 6/16/2022
For: Diminished Hexaverse Contest
Your Choice of Subject Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
squirrel and robin
at bottom tree frolicking
the bird on the back
of the squirrel like that
on the squirrel's back like a
man riding his horse.
Imagine that now
such a site is that Robin
on a squirrel's back
5/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
We all do things we do not jump to do
Jobs, Tasks, Chores, Assignments…
With hope that the result of our investment
Will bring a better tomorrow
A brighter next year
Long term goals to eventually succeed
Riches, Wealth, Prosperity
From hassle, challenges we soldier through
Though…
When we find our passion
Work becomes play!
I pause for a robin, musing on dogwood pink,
As red cardinal dashes-in, hops, hops, and sits,
Warbling of silken-rose blossoms of peonies
And fragrant white flowers of magnolia’s zeal
While you’re lost in waltzing yellow daffodils
Where sparrow is whistling flapping its wings
Amid birds chirping, rejoicing flowering trees
Gathering grass, twigs, weaving with beaks,
Enamored in courtship, dreaming of hatchlings,
As leisurely we stroll, exalting frolic of spring.
March 9, 2022
Poem of the day on March 11, 2022
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand 1093
Placed 2nd: Form I – Imagism – New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
gravitating together,
children - puffy fat in snowsuits - grasp
one another's mittened hands,
in-line unison,
their fall backwards into a soft ridge of snow
kid-laughter dances on the bending wind of cold
saturated tones of silliness
freefall play
repeated in fresh drifts with puckish twists
newfound layers of warmth
with ruddy, winter-worn complexions
an untroubled time
in the bruised abundance of snow
etched by imprints
winter's candy floss to children
life-loving voices that torch the chilling air
with joy
before heartbreak is definable
before bindings shape their toil
Poem composed February 20, 2022
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