The whit of peeve groans
slopes & rise,
slopes & rise as looping voices under disguise,
heave of raving voiced begrudge,
slopes & rise these inward knolls
burden streaming brooks
and un-foraged load,
so far, the mile, path to uneasy soul,
therein mirage fairing inward ethos’
grave starved quieting the mocking groans;
in the real, not so.
O suffering,
those unconscious woes’
deprave, hast wander’d thorough.
Still I sleep. Still I dream.
Whilst dormant conjures probe
tiniest relate with ancient lunatics,
inward hidden.
The children of Gaza
Their faces a blur
They flit through the landscape
Avoiding the whir
Of the drones overhead
Where a city once prospered
Love is destroyed and
Hatred is spurred
Fighting for landspace
Drifting through knolls
Seeking out targets
Searching for souls
Families displaced
Scattered in fear
Hoping for placement
In a land that is near
Once cultural beauties
Now lay devastated
The destructions of war
Leave living abated
The children seek peace
In their world all around
But they lay in their masses
Piled on the ground
A future extinguished
With swift execution
Can their killers return
To life absolution?
Satsuma Tumour
Sense of Humour?
That Groomer Rumour
Cometh the Hour
Cometh the TAN!
People Power Glower should Flower
Grassy brassy knolls
But proles at the polls
Sold their Souls
To joust like Faust
Ignore Marcel Proust
Cower before the Ivory Tower
Odd bod elite’s law
Tweets of Sod and God
No Enlightening
Repeats the prism
Or algorithm beats
Every criticism schism
“Ism”..a frightening..lightning rod
Pot..black..kettle knack
Debauched cheats pedal to the metal
Out of whack flak attack
Unsettle our mettle
Plot to settle that score
Scorched and torched serfs
Any petal in fine fettle
& the earth's core
Though Creed takes wide and wind,
Laughs in desire and no hind,
The sun escorts there in simple say,
Grass and grain vivid ever morning May,
Leave the riddle that frown and fray,
I admire the wit that lips spray,
Sweet spell sung in motherly lap,
And pervade to adorable lissom ladies hand,
Charms wither within two spheres,
That rainbow lucid in feelings fairs,
Wings spread gaudy butterfly display,
Without remorse, foil heavenly life in hay,
Either wise either clay,
Render the chime of inner being,
No human where beast bring,
unfolds and usher their immortal blessing,
heave the height with cheer and caring
Nameless knolls that grace our grims
Happy pines adorn eastern winds
Verdant prairies, lush foothills,
Yellow tulips, golden daffodils,
Waltzing with magnolia’s zeal
Flamboyant in spring’s appeal.
Thundering showers, mirthful bees,
Burbling rivers, roaring seas,
Birds chirping, roaming carefree,
Buoyant, reveling summer’s glee.
Autumn paints crimson themes
Dyeing leaves, charming dreams,
Swaying vistas, iridescent trees,
Whirling frolicking amber breeze.
Shuddering boughs, winds blow,
Scattering delicate falling snow,
Shivering knolls, terrains aglow,
Glistening twilight’s wintry glow.
Sculpting tinges periwinkle, eventide paints on arc of ruby skies,
Sunset dreams of freezing eve, longing warmth of moonrise;
As realms gelid waltz, where light-beams with shadows dance,
Shuddering boughs, quivering vistas, swaying barren expanse.
Prairies frozen glimmer, resplendence of pristine falling snow,
Where decaying colors of fall, in remnants of autumn glow,
When twinkling cosmic rivers, on tapestries of Milky-Way flow,
As frosty moonlight glistens knolls, of shivering terrains aglow.
Quietude dwells in grip of winter, where lakes and rivers froze,
Where beauty shines reflecting light, gleaming blustery woes,
Of shorter days, of time glazed, mellowed in golden sunshine,
Ceding to lingering nights, glinting in glamor of heavens divine.
My dancing spirit traveled with the wind to prepare a way for Yuma.
My spirit travels with the wind over the tall pine trees, the mighty oak trees, and the grassy knolls, past the Mississippi, and the Nanih Waiya Lake to the sacred Nanih Waiya Mound.
There my spirit prayed to Hashi Ikba to protect the soul of my son from Impashilup and lead him to the passage of his ancestors.
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The thorny bush of resentment enwraps my heart and soul,
Suppressing the blooms of joy that try to spread their petals;
Like hemlocks, nightshades, castor beans, and oleander knolls,
It poisons my pure environs blemishing fine fettles...!
I'm enraged, often, my inner equilibrium gone,
I am imprisoned in the jail created on my own;
Carrying in my pocket the snake of hate I'm angst prone,
Peacefulness is fully gone, there's a constant cyclone...!
When there's no anchor for rancor soul is shipwrecked, often,
I, as responsible captain, with awareness control;
Mind in Brahma, to stop rancor I should take precaution,
Through a life one with God, I can save my body and soul...!
Why couldn't I embrace each creature and exist for all?
Why couldn't I travel within and put things in order?
Why could not I through my good thoughts, words, and deeds bliss enthrall?
Why couldn't, one with the divine, turn a peace accorder...?
“and the birds twitter like whispering violins”
Quote by – Constance La France
Whiffs of fragrant breeze propagate tranquility
Kissing delicate roses, blushing amber beauty,
Rustling leaves of willows, as if tenor of music,
Swaying blades of grass shimmying moods of winds,
Sounding lyrics esoteric echoing voice of spring;
Humming softly to rhythms of dancing daffodils,
Quivering golden rays peeking through trees,
Burbling on rivers, rippling giggling tributaries,
Fluttering in glee, whispering to sunlit prairies,
Swinging tender revelry lilting in shadows,
Thrilling meadows budding through wintry throes,
Reviving weary realms, thriving withered knolls;
Grinning from mountains, atop lush valleys,
From shores of Pacific to shores of Atlantic,
Through the mighty Rockies, across Great Plains,
Lyrical, jubilant, exuding aura of happiness,
Enchanted by sweet ballad of robins’ daydreams
Strumming melodies of mellifluous spring.
May 16, 2023
Placed 2nd: Writing Challenge A quotes – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Placed 8th: Brian Strand Premier Contest
An Irish wolfhound from Londonderry
was sold to a rancher in Tucumcari
Yesterday: Knolls and lakes
Today: Cactus and snakes
His Celtic heart’s turned sad and contrary
AFTER SNOW MELT
Their burden shed, trees now svelte -
Hidden beauties in luxuriant fir mantles
Stripped, sunning in balm light.
Grass, spruce, stream,
Once blank and touchless,
Crowd together, tactile, seamless.
Tall knolls the Leveller had smoothed
Shallow hollows had smothered ;
Landscape has fresh verticality.
Waking birds fill the sleepy silence.
Skyful white replaced by blue vault.
God has lost his achromacy.
Two knolls leading to shy mountain
With two peaks abundantly bouncing
Long blades of grass covering the valley
A long hike ahead to reach the galley
Thirst may overcome wanting a sip of water lily
With two eyes of a storm approaching
Gather steam as a locomotive
With fire bellowing from the stack
With a steal railway leading the way
Water flowing down the river bed
Rocking like an earthquake
Causing tsunami waves traveling upon shore
Two storms colliding twisting and turning
Exploding as a volcanic eruption
Left with peace this night of sleep
Dreams without Interruption
blazing snake feeder
a dead, bouncy insect flies
inside the tall grass
slitter and slide by
hiding in the grassy knolls
snake hunting his prey
7/18/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
From timeless caverns in our human mind
We stole the solitude from Earth's heartbeat
And left a trail of tears from death behind
With our dung lit realm and need to defeat
The graveyards left to fade away with years
The cities have crumbled amongst the cries
Empty furrows are blown by the wind of fears
Fill up with the blood from our hateful eyes
This crossroad of mankind will one day pass
And when it does. Will we be here or gone?
One more life form whose bones feed blades of grass
Or something to behold, to look upon
Will our pulse be, the sound of Nature's knolls,
Or become wildflowers on graves of dead souls?
9/18/19 contest crossroads
They get off the bus
fresh from their houses
Crisp pink cheeks
Glossy hair
Shoes pristine
Bows in their hair
Smiles for their friends
Smell fresh
Look clean
The day plunks them into puddles
Rolls them around in dirt
Throws them off slides,
watches them twirl onto grassy knolls
Gives them sweet smells of reality
Tastes of earth and salt
We put them back onto buses
Not so bouncy
Not so proud
They are unrecognizable
Wiser now
Not as innocent
Or as pristine
It is a wonder their
families recognize them
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