beautiful color-
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fluttering on by
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visionary sports
shapen of that of a bow-tie
colors full range full
8/10/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Electric arms.
Rustly shoulders.
Turning on and off.
Shouldn't hurt, but it pinches a bit.
Swallowing toxic oil.
That is so tasty.
But I can’t taste.
And I can’t die for some reason.
I don’t ask why.
They ask me things.
I’m a robot in that way.
They ask me all sorts of things.
That tickles me but I don’t react much.
Just answer after 0.4 seconds.
I wonder what it would be like to be a robot.
I ask myself because I know.
The cycle continues.
Being a robot is not having a full range of motion with your limbs.
But still having limbs of some sort.
Having buttons that seemingly don’t do much.
Electric arms.
Rustly shoulders.
A good attitude.
That no one appreciates.
A robotic voice.
Whirling.
Toxic burning inside.
I can’t die for some reason.
Which they say I shouldn’t care too much about.
Good morning,
Gibbers And Watts how may I help you today?
Yes Sir I can help you with that.
Have you had any thoughts on how you would like to be killed?
Ok yes so like an accident?
We do have a couple of offers on at the moment.
We can do an industrial accident with a mention on the six o'clock news, or for slightly more money we can murder you with a full reconstruction on prime time television and a feature on the news.
Yes Sir, we have a full range of ways we can kill you and all at competitive prices.
Certainly, I can send you a brochure and then you can talk to one of our advisors.
Can I take your name and address and I will send a brochure out to you…
Thank you for calling, enjoy the rest of your day.
Good Morning,
Gibbers And Watts how may I help you today?
“If you keep only healthy food in your cupboard and fridge, you will eat good food.” – Errick McAdams
“You need a steroid to fix your ills.
Now vaccination to ward off winter chills.
Take an antidepressant, to calm your woes.
Let’s try antibiotics and see how it goes.
A short run of oxycodone to ease any pain.
Eating salt and acidy food you must refrain.
We will give you antacids just in case,
And a full range of vitamins, food to replace.
Eat nothing with Gluten or carbohydrate.
We’ll give you a pill to lower your heart rate.
A bevy of sprays to help you breathe.
A mood stabilizer if you begin to seethe.
There’s nothing else before you run out of money.
Make sure you call if you begin to feel funny.
Your health will soon be at its highest peak.
Make an appointment to see me in a week.”
"How uplifting it feels to be given such care.
Knowing my specialist has it all right there.
And silly me was considering healthy living.
Fresh air, good food and exercise, such a misgiving !!"
Vivid and vibrant was my dreams’ canvas,
O balmy breeze when ye waft to the shore,
Pray, open up fully my heart’s closed door,
That, I could see my rainbow as it was,
Not just flicker for a fleeting moment,
To recede soon as to fade from mind’s eye.
Keen for a glimpse, I gaze at blue blank sky
Till I lose all its gold that once was dreamt,
And muted gets my ever mourning heart,
Void of voice, subdued dull its every string,
Which, even when cajoled as ere to sing,
It just gives me a jaded wailing start.
O thou hast music made with every note,
Give me my octave’s range, let music float!
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Musings | 06.02.2014, revised Jan 2024|
Poet’s note: A dreamer who dreams in the vibrant colours of a rainbow, all its range, has lost them. And he is now lost in the memory of its faded rainbow that comes to his memory as a melody in bits and pieces as seven notes of an octave, but never in a full range. In Search Of Rainbow's Range, the poet laments: O give my rainbow its range.
It crept up on me, but I didn't mind.
No one was to blame, so calm and sublime.
I had a firm conviction, that far behind.
Still in sync: never gives credit or rhyme.
Old trees are covered in a layer of frost.
owing to the trembling of their leaves.
Reach from echoes, arms bare prize was lost.
Little Robin profoundly inwardly, grieves
Lost spirits, wandering the ages in despair.
Aimlessly heading down into the darkness.
In hopes of eluding the suffering and care.
Were staring but went on mute sharpness.
My full range of speech and mind is so sublime.
Might not bring you fairness with logic or rhyme.
Written: April 09, 2023
It caused us all to be obessed
with creation.
A tune which greww from a curious hummed tune:
into a full song with intro's, outro's bridges and verses.
It's chorus required a full range of voices to
really express the song's meaning.
They love to make us want them
satisfing them causes us to
be creative
in our creation we share the songs worth.
Those specail ah ooh's
and the ooh ah's
allows those who voice in
expresssion to
give perfect mentions
in each overlap.
A prisoner she’s not - breaks out of cage.
In absence of spotlight, still darkness fades.
We’re thunderstruck, she’s breathtaking on stage.
Audience favorite, her star pervades.
Her proverbial voice does shatter glass.
In absence of spotlight, still darkness fades.
A full-range tone, full of comedic sass,
as she sings, “Good Morning, Baltimore,” gold.
Her proverbial voice does shatter glass.
A bow and bounce of curl, her “Hairspray,” bold.
My soul is moved, my eyes are proud with tears,
As she sings, “Good Morning, Baltimore,” gold.
Her lilting song: “I Can Hear The Bells,” cheers
With heart and soul, with angel’s wings, their lift.
My soul is moved, my eyes are proud with tears.
A bashful child no longer hides her gift.
A prisoner she’s not - breaks out of cage,
With heart and soul, with angel’s wings, their lift.
We’re thunderstruck, she’s breathtaking on stage.
5/6/2022
There’s an aged Eastern cedar tree
not far from the steps of my back door.
Enormous and quite old it harbors
a full range of flora and fauna
that have sought refuge amid its arms.
I reckon it soars 60 feet high
with an amazing 30-foot girth.
In winter, frosty mist on needles–
faux snow covers its verdant branches–
although it remains green winter-long
Welcoming woody fragrance in Spring
attracts curious creatures of trees–
working tirelessly to build their homes
in the evergreen’s burgeoning boughs–
a comfortable coniferous cool residence.
The cardinals staking my feeders,
fluffed and braced against the chilling cold–
medallions, red on silvery green–
Christmas’ reverberant Friendship Tree
reminds me of friends and family.
My enduring evergreen shares its
sheltering arms and embraces all
who come, as a nurturing mother
providing food, comfort, and kindness
to any seeking safety within her.
Feel the hollow
Now turn mellow,
Light and shadow
In deep marrow.
Touch the feeling
In fond living,
Sight now seeing
That sheer being.
Look at thoughts strange
Bring on full range,
Watch as crisp change
Move sparkle strange.
Verse in brisk flow
As ink stains grow,
Sense a verge show
A deeper know.
Why and how inks
Beyond surge brink,
For words I think
Connect dance links.
Watch finesse fling
Thoughts in full swing,
Twist of fresh spring
In lines that sing.
Why do I write?
Or even cite,
Words that now site
A dash that bite.
Look beyond sight
For warm delight,
Sculpt from insight
As soul moves flight.
Sculpt in a dash
Thoughts in bold flash,
Let meaning clash
With mystic flesh.
Leon Enriquez
22 March 2019
Singapore
Glimpse now
Here's how
Draw near
Live cheer
Joy knows
Warm glow
Feel light
Set sight
Prize mood
Flood good
Seize fest
Wise zest
Fond play
Voice way
Meet change
Full range
Word right
Work flight
Deep dance
Dare chance
Cast spell
Firm tell
Love starts
Clear heart
Craft dream
Poise streams
Walk well
Choice tells
Charm cites
Sure writes
Calm will
Be still
Leon Enriquez
05 July 2018
Singapore
Feeling such despair..
We were a pair..
My heart is heavy with a tear..
You left me..
Why can't you see
I shall never let this be..
You never said goodbye..
May it be that our love was a lie?
Often at times I feel as if..
I want to die..
You never said goodbye my love..
For you my love..
I would have gone above and beyond..
The sun ..
The stars..
And the moon..
You have given up so soon..
You never said goodbye my darling..
Perhaps I awaited your return for so long..
For as long as the seasons change..
At full range
As music plays a soulful song..
Which is a reminder of only you..
The love of my life you were my love..
I know you cannot hear my cries..
You had wrapped yourself in a bed of lies..
Although..
For now ..
Sweet Darling..
It is I ..
And..
With a sigh
I shall say goodbye..
She is elusive, shy, anticipated
by a waiting world - perhaps too much,
in that she hides herself reluctant to
appear - delicate as the first leaves
her gowns of petals now unfold, nascent,
her dormancy no longer secret bursts
forth greenness like a miracle untold
into each imagination.
Maybe the world’s coaxing makes your appearance
worthwhile - for under grassy banks are
daffodils to adorn your hair, sweet, pastel
beauty - you decorate every where,
spring, spring, spring.
Suzanne Delaney
I changed this from a free Verse poem to a Blankverse.
Tell me which version worked best, Thanks
First version Here:
S P R I N G M U S E
She is elusive, shy
anticipated by a waiting world
Perhaps too much,
in that she hides herself
reluctant to appear.
Delicate as the first leaves
her gowns of petals unfold
nascent, her dormancy no longer secret
greenness bursts forth like a miracle untold
into each imagination
Maybe the world’s coaxing
makes your appearance worthwhile
Under grassy banks daffodils adorn your hair
Sweet, full range of pastel beauty you decorate
Every where, spring, spring, spring.
My head is filled with music
With words and tones and sound
What else makes my world feel good
What else heats my frozen blood
What takes my breath away
As having letters in my hands
As moving words around arrange
And sing inside and move and sway
While bringing words full range
And sing with words as sound
While giving pleasure reading
My images are always found
As rainbows, dancing on a screen
And my hands weave the air, unseen
What my eyes cannot convey
My mouth cannot display
My tongue ties up, but my fingers
Dance and find their place
While words rapidly interlace
While my chair slowly dances
To this twinkling music heard.
Oh if only I could make you see
What my restless mind shows me
What is in this head and what
I find so hard right now to bring
Out to tell you what I sing
***
April 14, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
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