with four cones the dragon returned that day
grape, pistachio, rocky road and butter pecan said May
We danced in the street and licked at our ice cream
I got butter pecan, which was my dream
Don’t know who got the other ones
Knew the dragon was full of jokes and funs
How did you know there were three of us? We said.
Didn’t, he explained. I was bringing them home for a snack in bed.
My clauses stating DOS/DONTS' dye
My smile' peep winking else whole laugh so wild
My fearful feet walking away instead of reversed silent arms hanging over
My cheek panting softly with dimples as a choice for lips filming tour without guide
My frown in odds speaking record conversely to gaze felicitating mime so deeper
My calls ever seen preference to beeps unnoticed much of returns
My text back from home suggesting chat paints factory waste of funs
My life-- sere melting love for convenient fantasy
My plead guilty for crown amidst apologies needed a bit
My pistol jilting for feedback alternating firing training section's celibacy
My jams too long off beat contrary to freestyles solo refrain's treat
My grace of its will did see mercy
instead faith of its peace do measure
My silence than necessary spending leisure as a substitute for words unspoken that rule treasure
My heart that will never say goodbye
But what have you plant?
What is it that both people
in the society turn out things for?
they may be serious or mere
however sometimes involuntary sort or laughter
or joke.
I think sometimes the streets may be full of the
something
and the school is sometimes so wonderful
and mysterious and all acoooooh
I think sometimes the funs are fast across the wood
me gla!, titra!, ah! bla!, bla!, bla!,
the world cannot tell lie
love is sometimes the algorithm?.
The autumn FLAIR FILLS the AIR fresh and cool,
The HILLS WEAR their SHARE as a crown,
EAVES of LEAVES form THRILLS of priceless jewel.
Their SHADOWS in water CHOSE HUES of gold,
Giving VIEWS of JOY to ENJOY the town,
While a small BLAZE PAYS its DUES to the cold.
The guitar's SWEET BEAT DELIGHTS all the ears,
The LIGHTS were BRIGHT and RIGHT for this lockdown,
Our MIGHTS are from these TONS of FUNS we share.
20th October, 2024.
Contest: Rhymes in Nine 2 Poetry.
Sponsor: Joseph May. Placed 1st.
Prompt: Photo number 4
Tomorrow will be my fiftieth birthday,
I've bought ingredients for cake,
The ones my wife usually use to bake,
Tho' she'll have things to say,
She'll bake it for me if I agree to pay,
I hope she'll do it for my sake,
I don't want to end up buying a fake,
Like I did on my son's birthday in May.
It'll be my golden anniversary!
Oh! I have to make the day remarkable,
The party'll be with my friends invited,
I'll even invite my adversaries,
We'd have all funs practicable,
Happiness'll keep us forever united.
Family, Freedom, Fun and Friend
Four words need till the end
Support, love, help and caring
A families heart is good for sharing
Everything needed to survive
So we can grow and always thrive
Funs important every day
Letting loose and crazy play
To release all the stress from
Hard work needed to get done
Freedom is a privilege
Soldiers fight so we can live
Securely and with peace of mind
I salute them for their time
Friends are gifts from up above
Sent to us to hold and love
In times of joy, laughter and sadness
A shelter to hide from the madness
This world sometimes throws our way
Friendship keeps it all at bay
Some F words should not be used
They are curses and abuse
But if these are always here
There's nothing we need to fear
Let’s have some barbeque, Ma.
It isn’t the fourth yet, Pa.
Close enough. Let’s paint stars.
On the fence? Why not?
We are patriots, aren’t we?
The stars got painted and the flags were up.
Neighbors came to the porch, and they gave ‘em a cup.
We’re hav’n barbeque, want to bring the kids?
We’ll be shoot’n off guns, until police put on the skids.
The neighborhood came, and no one was patted down.
More people showed up; it looked like half of the town.
It’s a small town in Iowa and everybody has guns.
They brought them all too, it was all kinds of funs!
They shot bullets off way into the night.
The kids were slow at first, but they finally got it right.
Let’s do it every day, one sleepy kid said.
Fireworks went off with a pop-pop-pop, all white, blue and red.
This is America! The land of the free!
Let’s shoot off more bullets! Yelled a child of three.
Poetry in Cheru is wishing you Merry Christmas in advance and a prosperous new year. The CEO Tha Formidable Cheru is thanking all those who have supported the organization either through the continuous reading, commenting, giving corrections and advice. He is also pleased by those who have been requesting for pieces and giving a token in return. I urge all of my funs cum supporters not to relinquish.
@Tha Formidable Cheru
My bank account is sorely tried
Seems I have overspent on funs,
I must learn to swallow my pride
My bank account is sorely tried!
I’ve found it hard to put aside
Now I am getting lots of duns,
My bank account is sorely tried
Seems I have overspent on funs.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written August 19, 2022
submitted to "Triolet - Old or New" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
[syllables checked with How Many syllables
rhymes checked with Rhyme Zone]
Here come the Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns
They have turned the USA upside down with their funs.
An insurrection incited by a US President and his sons
Is only part of the agenda of the Trumpliguns.
The Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns.
They have a TV show that distorts facts for funs.
Fake news is okay as long as it is on that station.
I am in a school, so not telling my location.
The Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns.
Money means more than the lives of daughters or sons.
The Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns.
They will kill us all before they are done.
But it will be okay as long as the senators get their money.
It is all about wealth, don’t you know, Honey?
And fraud, corruption, and talking about pussies too.
Is just something we Trumpliguns often do.
I use to tell fairy tales
As bedtime stories
To my children and grand children
When they are small
Filling them with hopes, laughters, funs and adventures
I know that they are only fairy tales
To make them sleep faster and better
Whenever they know the true
They are already grown up
And I am sure
They will retold the stories to their children
Because fairy tales hipnotize and set free
Frustrated and tired minds
To go free
For beautiful dreams of the night
Or there is any where for thee to hide
within this our friendly galy tide
or thus our country can endure a sly
of air or unidentified folly
oh! here is now weary of thy a style
to strike, state and define only a tale
and dividing mountains and rivers shores
thee how may long to complain its funs
evil is a hot charcoal in the dark
now tell us how could such be a dreamed rank
oh! thee pedagogue of all summer ice
we still have no alternative chance
than to reap thy a rocketed blocks
were it built and lied yesterday days
were all monsters and dragons confederated
to give thee a meaning or love or a bond
we have never and ever accept
to live by such rules, oh! corrupt?
nor nature shows that a shadow
nor still culture would once draw
a semblance to such corruption
even nightmares are so holly to mean
oh! goblin of syndrome bewitching earth
unkind itching, a fool's happy path
we will never remain dwarfed
nor whose country or continent shall fiend
nor which government is only fourty
or fifty two only seeming funny
or when we are asked we remain shaken
whose then shall be the burden?.
I hate the city,
Because I can't stand the pity
Of those who are killed and hurt,
So that's why I live in a small town with roads made up of dirt.
It's far more peaceful over here than there.
And I don't care,
About how "boring" it can be here compared to there
In the city, because around here
We can ride on the back of trucks freely,
I can go through trails
And hear the train going along the rails,
I can even find pretty rocks & shells.
But still, I agree that buying stuff in the city,
Can be great, somehow though...
My hometown is my favourite place...
Born here and everytime I leave
And go there, to the city,
I start to feel unhappy after staying
Away from my home for so long
And just want to go back,
Probably because my little town is where I belong.
The seasonal funs I have are always the ones,
That turn my frowns upside down,
Plus, also, the city has one thing missing and
That is my family, so I am happy I live in this town.
The city just isn't for me,
This town is where I belong.
And it is where I can always hear birds sing their songs
And this is the place I feel strong in,
Nothing can tear my bond with this place...
Whether you like my words or not
I write
If you believe in me or not
I write
Whether you understand my words
If you say you don't like them
I write
I write
I write
Each letter
Inspired offerings to take you higher
Even if you disagree
love, like, or even hate my letters!
together
Forming words
Offering my writes
Inspirations, puns/funs truths
Letters to words
Words to sentences to verse
I like hope you do too
I write not for the likes
I write not for fortune nor fame
I'm a lyrist, a poet
Whether you like my words or not
I write
Letters to words
I write
I write
If you believe in me or not
I write
I write
I write
I write
I write
8/16/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Coronavirus spreads quickly
Aged care facility
Is in lockdown
Immediately
Residents scared and some with fear
Korrie and Debbie
Must spread the cheer
Activity time for all to enjoy
To take their minds off things
Is a great decoy
Bonnie, Phyllis and June
Walk daily
Before noon
Dot, Pauline and jean
Love their crafts
They are keen
Playing board games
And trivia questions
Many resi’s come
To these funs filled sessions
Let’s have dress-up days
Except on Friday
It’s when we pray
Watching movies, doing cooking
Gerry and graham love
Their chocky pudding
Doug, gomer, Muriel and dale
Bet on the races
To come in the top
Places
Doing gardening in the sun
There is something for all
To have fun
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