Sponsor : Constance Le France
Placed 3rd in Contest
on smooth hot rock I sat in REVERIE
after a HALLUCINATION drink of
mushroom, poppies and truffle
IMAGINATION soared like bald eagle
on high, throwing twin twigs with sigh
up I flew landing on a rainbow in
lucid DREAM ~
saw tinker bell fairies in pastel lace
with mauve daisy hats to face
sucking honeyed cream in wild glee
cherubs singing WHIMSY chorals
skipped to amethyst abode awaiting
dragonflies lighted a willow way
as swans mated on water lily ponds
of petals, elves smiling at bay
secretly inside a Crystal Palace
of chanting High Priestesses pure
sat Lord of VISUALISATION and awe
with blue-green eyes and beard of
silver hay, not all could hither this way
he fed me manna and mango ambrosia
gifted a garland of lotus snow white
a sapphire pen dripping indigo ink
to serpentine scribe enchanting song
on a rainbow in rubied blink !
S K Y
in my pocket holds
eu
PHO
ric elves who
forgot they need to plant
pumpkins and peas
s ~ K ~ y
Y
y
in my pocket lets
l o
O
s E
coloured clouds
landing on
your lap of
aloe aloneness
sky in my pocket weaves
wings on acorn ankles
reminding I can swiftly fly to
macadamia mountains high
sky in my pocket sighs
sunlight, then rains crystal
tropical tears into our empty bucket
to quench a thirsty
Love
the spring that
feeds the stream that
grows into a river that
wanders the land that
sways the valleys that
nurses the trees that
hides the lake that
mirrors the sky that
veils the night that
reveals the stars that
adores the moon that
brings the tide that
washes the shore that
awaits the dawn that
cradles the sun that
warms the wind that
chases the gust that
rustles the leaves that
rouses the birds to
sing your name so
the world may hear
the songs of Spring.
SIMPLY YEATS
My verse under Yeats’ carved door
he merrily chuckled at white
envelope, sketched butterfly
said he preferred to receive
verses this way rather
than reading them across
post-modern websites
He invited me to tea
we simply savoured small
cheese squares, crumbly
scones watching a squirrel
chomp a cheerful chestnut
lost and found
What word can describe
fleeting images of poets
graduated, yet living on ?
Vacant ….a vacancy
that awaits a word
wandering ethereal
manifesting ____
a lover expecting his
Beloved with cherries
a shadow across
poetic dreams
• Old man Howard was farming one day
• When he spotted a weed in his yard
• He decided that it mustn't stay
• So he plucked it out then and there
• Off he went to milk his goats
• But they weren't producing any
• So Old man Howard sold one of his boats
• And bought himself a-many
• To his greenhouse he went for a potential harvest
• But some of his crops were inhabited
• Old man Howard left to put them to the test
• Against the particles of his homemade insecticide
• Feeling tired from today
• He decided to make some tea
• The stove went click and the radio turned on
• And in the cahir he stayed
The sun rises up,
Then the clouds move in.
Heavy with drops,
Soon the rain would begin.
It’s wild at first,
With lightning flashes,
Then the thunder,
With booms and clashes.
It moves quickly by,
The high winds blow.
Then it calms,
As if to know
We need a break,
From the summer sun.
We want to play
And have some fun.
Under the trees
We make up games,
Freed from the heat
By the cool summer rains.
In the two days,
We built a Temple of the Senses,
Our bodies, the gods we worshipped
Our soulful moans, the night psalm
As we climax with pleasure,
And became the infinite
From generation to generations, thy redeemer lives
From age to ages, He never fails
In all dealings, thy conquer
He always come through, breaking chains and shackles
The undisputed CHAMPION, without dispute
Who is like thee, Our Champion... MOST HIGH in fairyland!!!
Always fair and consistent, Above
Elevator of, the Low at buttom
Finds the lost, makes a way
Beautiful and worthy in all ways, maker of heaven and earth
Breeder of light and dark, maker of night and dawn
Giver of all, relentlessly
Dynamic leader, catalysts of growth, catapulting the down cast
Sitted, above and below, rewarder of, the good and bad.
SENSE PLEASURE
Red honeyed apples
autumn leaves dewed
****** merge with sun streams
whilst children sleep dear dreams
Bobbing bubble baths
yogurt on hot chilli pie laughs
smell the sour dough
nourishment oh oh oh !
Blue moon paints front stoep
knobbly hand whispers stories
of heritages and future glories
skin ripples aptly rapt
Prancing clean laundry dance
mother’s milk in melting mouth
puppy grovels dirt digging south
sound frequencies simmer smoothly
Von Gogh sunflowers float in
mental notes skipping
Mozart phantom pianos airwaves
come dine alive then to jive
Pleasure finding the lost gazed
glance glimmer with God at no cost
Earth to Heaven find
THE JOYOUS JOURNEYED CONNECTION !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2000
~Truant loyal adolescent boy
walks the path of loyal while carrying a can
of worms nestle upon the shore of the country pond
He places his fish hook in the water
country boy gone to a pond of fish school
12/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
...Then it was a longest day
And thereafter, shortest night
Things were going usual way
Metaphorical insight
Didn’t happen, though it could
I was busy placing bets
Heard some angel spoke to me
If I have a cigarette
“I’m so sorry to quit smoking”
I replied, but she said “no
You were right, and I was joking
Just because you look so low
You got keys, but you’ve no clue
Where’s the door, or gate they fit
Where’s that room with precious view
With rose bushes at your feet
What you’re doing in this world?”
“I just live from day to day
Trying to be true to words
Which sometimes I have to say.”
Long mist of cottonwood trees;
In the country I am-MY Shepherd JESUS;
Land ladden in brooks, small hills and trees;
And within me;
I ALLOW HIM TO LEAD ME -in the country I am;
THEND TO ME;
Out in the fields of open plains;
He whispers calls out my name in the country I am;
BELOVED, BELOVED, You are first my Lamb;
BELOVED I AM YOUR SAVIOR JESUS SHEPHERD;
AND WITHIN ME- In the country I am;
I ALLOW HIM TO LEAD ME;
THEND TO ME;
AMIST THE COUNTRY HILL SHEPHERD ME in the country I am-
6/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023?
Sweet honey of harmattan
What a season you are
To see thee at the eleventh hour
At the end of the tunnel
And flown come upon the bank
Of spring morning water
Alas! You came in a twinkle of an eye
I have gone here and there
And made myself motley to the view
For your absent
Do stay for my sake to my grief
To cure what public manner
Breed on my diary
For me to receive a new brand
For my nature to subdue on my paw
Come and proclaim new memory
I am yearning for your presence
Like a woman for the monthly period
Do stay even you are seasonal
You are Wood who gather moss
The star in the sky
The sweet and perfect season
The temperate all want
Love, endurance, strength and skill
To warm, comfort and please
With the touch of an angelic feeling
A glitter gel pen,
My captivated thoughts,
Communicates in a clear page of my notebook.
I got the bruise of blue,
And began to wonder
The paradox of living all summer
How life has become cruel and kind?
To go from growing up,
To breaking down.
The shiniest wheels are rusting now.
Like water falling in a river,
My sapphire tears,
Came rushing down my scarlet cheeks,
Got within me to shiver.
There were pages turned,
With the bridges burned,
And I had no idea
I've got a lot of lessons learned.
On this landmark an image stands...
statue of a man.
Man of honor and talent,
admiration of any man.
Born with great love for country
Died with one heart of chivalry.
Studied in different schools,
aced all subjects in drools.
A man gifted with excellence.
Shared great works in pickets,
Cured many patients without wickets.
A man of great stature,
No man may be able to equalize.
A man of great sorrow,
Sacrificed himself for tomorrow.
Fellowmen freed to visualize.
So much more can be said
About a man of enviable skills
Young and old have all laid
Heroism of a small man...
Bigger, higher than hills.
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