A large mass of pelicans
grace the waters
of fort loramie lake
in mid-march
a sign of springs coming
large orange beaks hang
off small white
stubby necks
as they parade across
calm waters
gliding graciously
in unison
I grow pitiful eyes of face so pretty
My laziness flee from village to city
Teach schools, writing on free table
Run wires... am never for once stable
Looking for survival but only finds ace
Lowlife gambler, I run chances by grace
Give me town
not a romance
One day down
up next stance
I landed on a star
sits silently so far
Lonely eyes hectare
seedling grows memoir
Out of clues, life’s becoming gritty
Bailing bills grow reckons so witty
All matched up, strikes diagonally
Shot bloody eyes off tears rationally
Sleeps head in thought of blue birds
Caressing empty sky with quiet words
Glow gut grip
far foes fetch
No far trip
Cum such sketch
I landed on a star
with ideal radar
Longing scar
Settling for wine's jar
The eagle has landed.
A very electric man who has vast riches
has hitherto behaved as your next-door neighbor
he might think he is that neighbor
He is not an eagle sits on top of a tree, on branches further
down lesser birds that fly in formation
the eagle flies alone and harbors a loathing for
ducks and gees
He knows argumentative crows can be bother
some leave a trail open for them, a path that he can pretend
to join when a hunt does not disturb the eagle's instinct
This is, if we like it or not, the way the nature someone is doomed
to be the leader to keep the rabbits in check,
less they should demand equity
I have a straw.
Found it around.
Now it's mine.
Only a little dirt from the ground.
Into my milk.
A deep breath I take.
The bubbles are formed,
In the milk lake.
Frothing over the glass.
Down to the table.
On to the floor.
Momma said," Stop blowing bubbles,
Or I'll Take your milk and throw it into the sink!
You need to drink it and not make a mess."
I don't suppose she saw,
The aliens landing on the bubbles.
Bet I'm going to be in trouble.
Grasping my glass,
I emptied it fast.
Saved the world from alien bubbles at last!
The eagle has landed
A very electric man who has vast riches
has hitherto behaved as your next-door neighbor
he might think he is that neighbor
He is not
An eagle sits on top of a tree, on branches further
down lesser birds that fly in formation
the eagle flies alone and harbors a loathing for
ducks and gees
He knows argumentative crows can be bothersome
he leaves a trail open for them, a path
that he can pretend to join when a hunt is not
disturbing the eagle's instinct
This is, if we like it or not, the way the nature
someone is doomed to be the leader
to keep the rabbits in check, les they should demand equity
What has landed on my head? The child asked, askance.
No one replied until a guy named Mr. Fancy Pants.
I believe it is a parakeet, and good luck, so please enjoy.
But I do not like it! Whined the annoyed tiny boy.
We
haunt
settled
peacefully.
Hunting for faint fjords
in the fathomless duskiness.
Skywalker drawings darting amid the thrilled pine shrubs,
Psyches shaped a hollow chimera, that kept hopper throngs growing and showed acumen.
Written: January 13, 2022
Fibonnaci is a form with: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, syllables each line.
Overnight she landed
was she sent from up above
shiny ~ glistening ~ white
at my very first sight
I fell head over heels in love
She towered high ~ way into the sky
So beautiful was she ~ aesthetically ethereal
When at that moment
a seagull passing by
paused a while
with a blink of his eye
I could almost hear him say
“You weren’t here yesterday”
I stand first in the queue
for her inaugural flight
on this magnificent orb
who arrived in the night
as I enter her capsule
she begins to revolve
my first ride on a Ferris wheel
oh such joy to behold…
Written 2nd September 2020 - there is something so magical when seeing a Ferris wheel...
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FIRST PLACE
As the waves
Wets the sand
As the rain pours
Sinks into the soil
As the truth stares
Ask no question
Listen to the hamming of the song
As the picture slides
Tears are held back
As the face smiles
The pain is omitted
As the skin glows
Age is embraced
Should have been nor would have been
As the wind blows
Dries the land
The scarcity plough
As the essentials becomes needs
As love is granted
Fakeness is left behind
And this is real
The Eagle Has LANDED -A TITLE POEM/Free Verse
Theparatroopers safely landed in England,
Eagle were their names in code.
Has not Heinrich Himmler informed us,
Landed in order to kidnap “Sir Winston Churchill”.
9/27/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
TITLE POEM
Take the title of your favorite book (or movie or song) and use each of the words as the beginning of a line.
When BoJo and Donald first met
Donald treated BoJo as his pet
They resembled daft twins
Both with fixed smarmy grins
It’s a moment I will not forget
*BoJo is short for Boris Johnson the new British Prime Minister
8/8/19
an eagle hovers
swoops down to a tranquil place ~
mission accomplished
A flying saucer landed
In a farmer's fallow field.
It had come from far away,
Beyond Orion's starry shield.
The aliens were mystified.
They giggled and they squealed.
The cows were in the pasture,
Chewing on their cud.
They watched the flying saucer
As it landed in the mud.
They bellowed as the hatchway
Descended with a thud.
The farmer drove his tractor
Beside tall stalks of corn.
A flock of crows erupted
When he tooted on his horn.
They flew inside the spaceship
On that cool September morn.
The aliens were studying
The farmer's dairy herd.
They saw their craft invaded
By the band of big black birds.
Legs retracted, hatchway shut!
The flying saucer whirred!
The moral of this story
Is very plain to see.
It will be written down somewhere
In Alien History.
ALWAYS SHUT THE CABIN DOOR,
AND DON'T FORGET THE KEY!
Birds cautiously landed on condo,
Then they were sure to look below;
Did burp;
Sang a chirp,
After seeing Trump stub his big toe.
Jim Horn
An alien landed in my thoughts today in the form of a gnat,
Right on the paper, it happened like that.
Not bothersome, not a worry at all,
Not big or fat or two feet tall.
Which is sometimes what happens when I see
An alien from Planet X, Y, or Z,
My mind is ready to grab any idea coming to me.
I look down for an instant, and she is out of my sight.
I flip on my reading lamp,
Springing forth some good light.
There she is, what is she doing?
She is tormenting the dog,
Who is booing and hoo-ing.
Should have been the cat, then she would have met her match.
The cat would have eaten her in one quick tongue snatch.
I watch her in disbelief, as she flips around, alien from planet X.
She yawns, and she preens, and she stretched and she flexed.
Alien Sweetheart, come give me an ear,
Come over to the paper, you can sit right here!
But she giggles and wiggles and scurries away.
Tinkerbell? Already done.
Alien seemed like a bunch of fun.
Wait, inspiration,
Come back! Come back!
But she has gone, sneaking out a small door crack.
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