The sun is soft, yet it burns our eyes;
Energy guise regenerations bi;
Twilight brilliant lit lights the ways;
Torrent heat, atomic blaze/rays;
I am energies light bursts;
~
a brilliant flame a spirit first;
yet why? with a soul temporary in a vessels guise;
5/18/26
Witten words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
masqueraded as you like it
most cleverly wooed under a suitor's guise
played up most compelling disguise
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
.
ponder'n
spring'z vernal touch
'pon mine flesh
whilst
roll'n 'round
frozen
in snow
i
still got
frostbite
She found four horses
as they arrived
and saw one more
come around the outside
"... but they'll never see it ..."
in the guise of light
"... or even believe it..."
so we might as well write
"... four shores...
and then Seven sees
... an eighth Sister...
in the system Pleiades"
and from their message in Pi
I could see with my very own eyes
that a noize was left to be found
"... between E and 3 there is now ..."
the kingdom of heaven
and a heavenly sound
We always start across the room
Yet end up side by side.
I'd tell myself you're like the rest,
But then I'd have to lie.
Oftentimes I wonder: why you?--
Still young, finding your place.
But maybe, like a mirror, through you
I see myself face to face.
Today, mid conversation,
I saw it in your eyes--
A shift so subtle and so plain,
Like lifting off a guise.
I pretended not to notice,
But inwardly I smiled,
'Cause I just lifted off my own.
I like this; It's been a while.
ANGEL IN GUISE
Amazing astounding appearance of an angel
Not from heavenly abode
Glorious happenstance offering guidance and aasistance
Enabling troubles to overcome
Lending strong helping hand.
In guise of friends, child, mentor, relative or even no aquiatances
Noble debut of an angel.
Great!
Unexpected miracle occurs.
Inspiring!
Super surprise.
Empowering distressed.
12/17/21
Third Place
'A' Forms New Poems
Contest
by Constance La France.
sun dark afternoon
so distant, pale planet hides
in spite of the light
~
so good afternoon
rests behind Jupiter's guise
planet rides in spite
~
on top of the world
long heavens gray horizon
in spite of the dusk
1/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
I have never liked your phoney guise as a clown
Whose silly painted smile should be turned upside down
I'd like to put red ants
Down your baggy ass pants
And watch you dance until the seat of 'em runs brown
A craftsman of words
Not a voice to others
Says what he thinks
Whether it's right or wrong
The voice of his own private thoughts
If it passes
Thru the poet's head
Then that's what
It represents as truth
The whole truth
He thought this
Whether, it's true or not
He thought it
Upward rise,
Daily highs.
Skyward eyes,
Season's ties.
Crowded skies,
Southern cries,
Northward flies.
Mated prize,
Winter dies.
a knick
a knack
of pretty
things
covers up
ugly dings
Vicious Attacks in the Guise of Humor
By Elton Camp
“Where’s your sense of humor? I was just joking.”
This comes from a man that I’d like to be choking
People who get a laugh at someone else’s expense
Makes me wish that either I, or they, were far hence
Because such teasing comes from family or “friend,”
The outraged victim is not supposed himself to defend
The truly clueless continue such foolish talk to relate
After being seriously warned, “That I don’t appreciate.”
Those comments that one’s appearance or traits ridicule
Really show that the speaker is mostly an ignorant mule
Personally, I have decided that I will not take it anymore
“Don’t talk to me like that, you idiot. I’ve told you before.”
Sustainability needs guidance
with pesticides and terminator seeds:
disease on demand by death's command.
Their cabal must trample your needs
until all gets tangled
by souls already mangled.
The plight of this flight
shall serve as a blight
on all human imagination
until only consternation
prods fatal conservation
to cloak life's giving light
in the serpent curtain of night.
Such a game serves to blame
ages of prophets who came
to understand and enlighten
souls yearning to heighten
energies burning to brighten
with heaven's promising flame
lifeforces impossible to tame.
Within poetry is found many a guise
See poetry has brought wars to rise
Within the breath of Nostradamus tales
Quatrain after Quatrain of future spells
Throughout time lovers have parted
As poet’s tell of the broken hearted
Poet’s write of the glory as well as the plight
Another young boy fell on the battlefield tonight
Though out every Empire, race and creed
A poet’s pen was there to bleed
Tales of the future and tales of the past
Or perhaps making this moment last
There are no boundaries to a poet’s heart
As they ask of the world, “Please have a part”
Through the twisted tales of forbidden romance
‘Tis the poet who offers the reader a glance
Into the world that they could never see
Through my crystal ball come dance with me
The blood from my heart pours out through my pen
For I am a poet and this is my only sin
this love unleashed
spirit released,
this rush, this heavenly feeling
soothes mind, body soul divine
her love cascades, from Edens vine
she loves me-my minds eye reveal
as I leave, her touch, her scent,
her voice surreal,
her love touch with me,
where ever I journey,
this passion, this triumph,
this heartbreak, this soul feeling
this soul lives always in the knowing
this love a monument,
the divine achieved,
living in a love
only divine truth can conceive
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