Again friend, when your hope
flamboyantly skedaddles creamy, gleamy scope
tears that tear
The Universe
reverse your present with presents
believe!
Breathe through
the breath of lead
rise!!
Again friend, when your dreams
reverse your present with presents
rise!!
For its own proud boast
Nothing lusty heard
For a tree, gleamy leaved, raised is.
Its bird; left to it.
With an upheaved breast
To sing, far and wide, its praises.
I love the way
you swing around the flowers
& into my heart like a lonely firefly
on these gleamy nightly hours.
I love the way
your soft hands enter my trespass
by your sweet caress in a faint sigh
as cold as the dew-drenched grass.
I love the way
you cast that adorned, burning aura
that seems to leave the birds in awe
as they sing a tune to brighten their flora.
I couldn't stop thinking about the June
It's the month so shy and dreamy
But she could never forget soon.
That morning, June was shocked by the moon.
She found herself feeling rather beamy.
April couldn't stop thinking about June.
Later, May was spooked by the moon
She thought the situation had become rather gleamy
But I could never forget her June.
May tried to distract her with a goon.
Said it was time to start thinking about a Niemi
I couldn't stop thinking about June.
June took action like a loon
As April was becoming too creamy
May could never forget that soon.
June nosedived like a warm buffoon
April minds became dangerously seamy
I couldn't stop thinking about my month of June
But she could never forget me soon
6/22/20
Month of The Year I Like Most Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
Villanelle poetry form only.
Two heart's shaking hands:
Portrays their interaction of love;
When soever my mate is with me..
He persuades with warm long enduring hugs.
Often we bond to indicate our reunite-
After long days..
feels so fortunate and grasps comfort
when a heart sticks whilst words are on curb.
Hugging my tall partner gives much essence
As I could hear the rhythmic drumbeats
through my ears.
While he could also feel the pounding thumps
like a fluttering butterfly in his belly.
Therefore we immerse in the stimulation of raised oxytocin
which further tones our self-esteem..
Giving gleamy aura to our faces.
4-6-2020
~DEEPA~
Note1:Written for "Hugs poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
First place in the Contest :-)
Note2:BRIAN'S SELECT J,any form,any theme
Poetry contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
to the Peach cobbler My Desert Favorite- -
YUm!!! peach cobbler, you inspire me to eat.
How I love the way you’re juicy and sweet,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Dreaming about the huge seed hard and tight.
Let me compare you to a dreamy prune?
You are more beamy, creamy and solid.
Deep sun heats the gleamy peaches of June,
And summertime has the seamy pholad.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your bright fuzzy peel, stems and eye.
Thinking of your steamy stems fills my days.
My love for you is the horrible high.
Now I must away with a pholad heart,
Remember I sweet parts words whilst we're apart YUm sweet tart.
12/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
My love,
the depth of my fervor is without measure
you are the face that illuminates the darkness
you are the eyes filled with fireflies
their gleamy glows fill love's misty realms
you cause my heart to quiver importing me to dreamland
where we'll accommodate ourselves on some barren shore
as lovers...in a warm passionate embrace
freed from the burdens of the world
perhaps...taste our lips melting in another time and place
where we'll glide to the stars on wishes and wings of golden memories
we'll claim the nights as dreamers
whose pockets are filled with poems...written by our souls
when we learned to cross the bridge to ambrosial sighs
treasured by lovers...
joined by our fate before our shadows fall upon our footprints
and we vanish in the gray twilight of our time on Earth
9/7/18 contest Verses of Metaphors II
just a short note
Alice visits monthly
Mad Hatter too.
did you know
they are a pair now.
Cheshire cat had
to have dental surgery
braces all gleamy
through the leaves.
Jabberwocky gave up
his wicked ways and
joined a nudist zen group
calms him you know.
some one filled the Caterpillars
hookah full of dried grass;
he suffers from green lung
poor thing.
More news in next letter
Yours eternally
J. A. Curtain
A guide to my difficulties,
A mother to me,
A friend in my every mischief,
To my tears, she is my handkerchief...
From fighting for a chocolate, to being my secret diary...
She forgives me for every mistake even before saying a SORRY!
Her beautiful smile,
Her gleamy eyes,
Her presence always feels like a Sunrise...
My Friendship with her is nothing new,
But, friends like her are very few...
Just like the heart functions with its beat,
I need her to walk along with me in every dark street...
Through the plains,
And over the seas…
Blows your fragnance
Blended with lovely breeze…
Your childish nature,
Brings in you a cuddling feature…
More than the bunch of roses,
More than the rainbow pile,
Mesmerices me your enticing smile…
You are the spark in the dingy night,
Showed me the world with your gleamy light….
Bold at heart,
Wise in thought,
Ah! What else can I say??
You’re just stunning all the way…
Iam blessed with your acquaintance,
Iam blushed by your intelligence…
I pray the POWER,
To shower on you each day….
With the millions of smiles,
Wishing you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY…:)