Solitude, a loud shout made without a word.
A sweeping blade of a raging sword;
A hidden cause, a dripping flow of unseen scarlet;
A laming pounce made in secret,
For a cause that they themselves don't understand,
Like a slight sway of a swifty hand.
autumn be's
fall leaves on a tree
visual colorful
beautiful bountiful
covering blossoming photo synthesis
colorful leaves in a containment
feed me visually marginally laming cover me
colorful beautiful Daughter of God
You are Autumn's eyes so, calls
9/29/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Her pristine sky, once crystal clear,
drifted away in dusk of morn.
Her troubled heart, tainted by fear,
was caught in pit of laming scorn.
In dark of night, she cried in pain.
She wept in bleakness of the dawn;
Trying to break her steely chain,
so she could cast her brand new spawn.
But hope is bright for promise of tomorrow.
Even the hopeless can have their chance.
She hoped that one day, her misery and sorrow,
would turn to glee, as it was once.
For, great feat comes to those who seek,
but hope is born with those who persist.
A time will come when dawn will break;
The scourge of darkness will cease to exist.
Thus, came the day she'd waited for.
Sunlight shone bright on her windowpane.
Her sky is crystal clear once more.
The past was gone, so with the pain.
March 19, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest (2nd place)
Sponsored By: Edward Ibeh
Strange bells ringing
Someone struck your ear
Loud curses, you're hearing
As you tried to calm your fear
Flashing stars like shimmering light
Someone slapped the source of your sight
You fell down on ground like a withered flower
Someone stepped on you over and over
Hands and feet down on your direction
Like a pouring rain of stone
Someone made the laming blow
While the others made a crow
You were down and you were out
But they wouldn't cease to shout
To them it was so entertaining
While you groaned in pain and dying
You survived but now you're lame
They still play you like their game
All those deafening defame
Try to tear you by your name
And to think that the only reason
Is your inborn imperfection
Makes you want to hate yourself
Or relinquish your belief
Is it really an honor
To hit someone who does not fight?
Does it sound like it is valor
To do what is not right?
Dedicated to all victims of bullying, harassment, slander and all kinds of oppression wherever they may be
Love in the first degree
So soulful, wild and free?
Like the wind that hugs the tree
So the laming hope can see
I met her, I was half-free
But I had the liberty
But the young heart could not see
For her soul is bound to thee
I wish I could unshackle the fold
To have her till we grow old
So when the night time calls the mold
I'll be with her to hold
For the heart is made of gold
But the feeling is so cold
For it's bound and sealed in hold
Like a tale that can't be told
She smiled shyly up at the sunlight
Unleashing her unbridled passion
Nodding naively at Daystar bright
Flaming in fascinated fashion
Languishing in lustrous love's lost plight
Overwhelmed by Sol's pure compassion
Withering without His warming sight
Enjoying endless satisfaction
Romancing with welkin's regal knight
05.24.2021
9 syllables per line
{Love of the sunflower for the sun}
For Malabika's "Sunflower" contest
F-laming
E-ffulgent
L-ight
M-akes
A-nother
C-lear
A-ppearance
S-o
T-he
I-conic
L-oveliness
L-ets
O-ne
L-ife
I-nspire
B-y
U-sing
N-ewly
F-ound
A-pparent
C-oolness
I-solating
L-onely
S-hadow
A-s
L-ook
U-nder
N-ature
G-leams
A-mazingly
Topic: Birthday of Felma Castillo Libunfacil Salunga (February 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust let Tuesday morn
U-se the day seventh February;
A-llow the dusk to fade,
N-ew dawn shares the glory.
F-laming beacon above
O-bliterates the night;
N-o more mist and haze
T-o hinder the pure delight.
I-ncredible superhero
L-ets you feel his arms so wide;
L-et his anger fade away,
A-s you are on Hulk's
S-ide.
Justification wept
Why are you pale O brother rule?
Did you meet some unruly cause?
Seems tired and crest fallen today
Or you blamed innocent so that far!
I know, I know short of some thing
Certainly happened deficit in your try
Your mind said different than written
But you needed to rule different
A cause of genuine was walking laming
hopping having support of stick
Walkers on the street didn't care him
He was dressed up poorly untidy
Why are you only in paper O brother?
Justification cleared throat with hoarse
Sound submerged not coming out
From the mouth but let out cough
Solicitor turned page and clause sub clause
To satisfy his client defeated
Remembering his loss of property
Thin claimant teared eye whispered- O God.
Justification thought to suggest to act and law
Of previous and will be of present,then
Future didn't care stepped his way
I do not know even the angel wept .
Confounded landing
The more complexity developed within me, was
Not finding solution to get rid of inner tragedy
Still, increment further to it added, blazes in love piece
A torture, torment and scattered feelings
Dismantle of roofs ahead and falling down of pillars
A long sigh in it, impulse to burn into ashes around
Those, grey views of flown hot dust landing into mind
Added, a gear of lamentation producing laming hands
Helpless legs were buried since long known of calamities
Undecided plebiscite was roaring, ego of human beings
In that, my existence was diminishing into zero
The pit of my landing place was developing into marsh
No escape was viewing for winning from confounded landing
Mid night stroke dense dark, coinciding with palpitation shark.
(11/08/2014)
The advice of a faithful friend
May save you from torturing end
But this did not happen to the donkey
Who ignored this perfect key
He lived with a farmer in a village
Lean, weak and very old in age
The whole day long he worked for his master
But in the night he let him loose to wander
One night he in the jungle street
He, to a jackal, happened to meet
To follow a friendship Both agreed
And set out to find some feed
Got into a large farm of cucumbers
Gladly filled their empty chambers
Now it was their repeated action every might
And soon the donkey gathered fat and might
One cool night Uncle donkey was too glad
And wished to sing a beautiful ballad
Nephew jackal warned not to sing any song
For it might awaken the farmer for a wrong
But uncle’s musical soul was eager
So the jackal left him there to be singer
Laying in the field, uncle brayed with might
And the harsh notes awakened the night
Farmers with heavy clubs rushed to the thief
And thrashed the donkey without a brief
Anyhow laming and murmuring came out he with price
Repenting not to follow a true friend’s advice
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