TIME FOR SOME BUBBLY
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After a day filled with rhyme,
Storm the Squirrel found time, sublime.
In a tub full of lathering foam,
with effervescent glass she imbibed at home.
Sipping champagne, enjoying her poetic prime!
With bubbles that danced all around,
she admired words and verses she’d found.
“But dear sonnets and haikus,
you’ve given me such blues,
But now with this fizz, joy abounds!”
So she toasted to muses and dreams,
to the creativity that fills her to the seams.
With a wink and boisterous cheer,
she declared, “Fellow poets, have no fear,
For tomorrow, I’ll conquer new themes!”
It is the devouring of ice-creams on the peer as seagulls swoop down and attack the hapless.
It is the sound of the ocean swell with sandcastles going with the tide.
It is the overturning of the caravan as the eldest has lost his roll of film.
It is long coastal walks, the sun burning tips of noses and sizzling sausages on the bbq also burning tongues that evening.
It is the panoramic views of the cliffs while on a holiday resort on the captivating coast down south.
It is the sneezing children from the pollenated plants where they explored the nearby field.
It is the lathering of suncream on the baby much to her loathing.
It is cherished family time together but summer like any season does draw its curtains.
Crisis spills totally spoils
Comely bombarded ill toils
Consecrated gatherings
Covered social lathering
12/16/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
It is said that the world is quite strong.
When we both agreed, we were wrong.
But systemic risk leads to a spare call.
And it makes life hazy, as we shall.
When weak surfeit fulfills incisive inquiry,
the diction is made utterly dull and wiry.
Implied options for a farewell gathering
The effect is similar to lathering.
A dreadful jester with mixed craziness.
When guilt clouds your eyesight, haziness
A genuine illusion and a shaky submission
You are vigilant in the face of recognition
Lacking a faithful foe as a recent symbol,
To a mindset that is wrong at its core.
For the moral majority, act proudly humble,
to develop skills in each particular sector.
While skilled amateurs and realistic untaught,
assist fetch harmony to the dissonance.
This reliable test incites calm unthought.
That is aimed straight at the outer imminence.
It requires steadfast cynicism and rustic grace,
so as to withstand this negative preening.
And sway away from school without a trace,
to allow the word "normal" a fresh meaning.
Written: September 29, 2022
We are all Humans, and we all endure this Earth.
Mindful, existing, and seeing stay brinks of mirth.
Strong is the endemic bond that was justly sheared.
Several are avidly praised, while others were snubbed.
A city founded of threads is what I can set in execution.
I'll create it without a specific design or a firm foundation.
You won't be able to cruelly destroy this construction.
Bettor than that, this is a shade lathering wide validation.
Slowly, with smoke and the mist dwindling, steadily.
What I'll perform for is set you up with the territory.
The policy will lose your youthful request and math.
And waffle and gravel accrual with righteous wrath.
Drum skins, a suffocating universe, and a shivering body!
Through the maze of luck, we'll discover a suitable strategy.
The winds howling through the roof
Booming down on the metal
About to crash down in any minute now
The wolf banging on the door
Luring us to open it
The black bloody hands
Clawing through the cracks
To our deaths
I’ve been down, down, down
The rain plummeting
Down
In my head and
In my heart
When alll of it seems to be going
Against you
The waves slapping you in the face
Pushed and pulled in the crowds
Of the Shibuya scramble crossing
Spat in the face
The virus spreading
In my lungs
In my brain
In my heart
Looking down at my feet
Trying to walk as fast as I could
To get back home as soon as I can
Until there was a change of
Abendrot aura in the air
Golden rays shower upon us
Streaking through the downpour
Sunset in the rain, I whisper
The smell of rain letting out
The spectrum of light
Revealing itself
Peach colored peonies
Lilac lavenders lathering in the skies
A ribbon of a leprechaun’s treasure map
I saw the starting point
The pot of shimmering gold is near
I breath in the mystic sight
Head up
And breath out
Everything is not okay but
It’s going to be okay
Everything is going to be fine
The world seems to say
Cascading falling pearls
Shattering window waterfalls
Cold as ice filling the skies with mist
Gravity's guidance surrounding
Those the molecules they wither and fall
Eventually evaporating expulsion from the breeze
Gathering lathering pounding against the rocks
Finally chastising the air and other elements
Seeping through the cracks
In awe so far falls Waters from the Waterfall
9/29/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Image of Brassavola Orchid-B provided by Esty
Sunflowers
Stable hearts surrender to serendipitous sparkle specks of a night sky
Usurped shone countenance of pleasant harmony midst rare moments
Nocturnal moths whimsically flutter wings to stimulate dreamers rising
Fragrance persuades noses of redolent sweet options like a pendulum
Labor of timely instants for a day's warmth to diffuse the lathering oils
Orchids at night relief odors that they are perfect to air, motions lovers
Wished upon stars studded on a darken frame redolence pairs gesture
Evocative aroma inches glistened lake as a moonglade o'er love ashore
Rescues from zephyrs will, be enwrapped in materials or cuddled arms
Satiate heart's content of a Night Orchid's pleasant servitude to amour
2021 May 26
*1st Place*
Sunflower
~~Malabika Ray Choudhury: Judged 2021 May 31
The Ohio wipes its face every few miles.
This bend in the river
forgets the wharfs, the gravel silos
and power plants,
only occasional coal barges
push an industrial flatus before them.
Here cattails gather herons
into measured dominions.
The river gallops under placid waves
Fish-eyed currents dip and toggle
in the ripple.
It is possible to watch yourself
being rinsed and laundered
in this newly whisked stream,
possible to wash your face anew.
A person can stand on this reedy shore
and forget, nor see the daily grime,
but observe a lathering,
as a fishing sunlight
pulls out a new image,
the spread of fathoming nets
flung far to catch this fresh
momentary wonder.
Heavy breathing
Puffing and panting
He gets up
Makes for the washroom
Messy self
After messy work
A tired smile
Passed at her
Love manifesting in
Matter of fact way
Pushes open the door
His sharp ears
Catch the faint beep
Walks back
Takes the phone
Enters....
Sound of shower
But he’s standing away
Swiping the screen
Reading.....
Face lights up
The stiff lips
Break into
A smile
He puts the phone away
Initial humming
Quickly changing
Into a Beatles' song
Every note
Quite distinct
And clear
'I want to hold your hand'
A joyous feeling
Amidst all
Lathering and rubbing
Love manifesting in
Not so
Matter of fact way.
Mastications In One Movement
Lathering on the ranch dressing,
mixed with honey mustard grunting;
these inhaling engorging souls are
finding the emotional precipice,
high up and dangling,
hanging by french fried ropes,
smothered in thousand island arrhythmias.
here come the fat waiters,
pushing arteriosclerotic meat carts,
spangled in barbecued thrombosis
and chocolate-covered infarctions,
served au jus on peanut butter trays
filled with maple syrup cherries and
white-creamed heart palpitations.
You know what I mean?
You’ve smelled those words before,
tasted their glazed cordials,
licked the candy flowers
as they swayed there, and
sucked the inner pap of the sweet melon
with perspiring brow; now
having a reason to wake up, it is
time for cupcakes and cinnamon churros
with the vanilla-skirted girls,
marinating inside bacon and lettuce taxis,
dipped in onion teriyaki, sizzling
delicious smoke with au gratin effusions.
No theme in mind!
No muzzle on this
mad-dog night!
Got to let the words fall--
a Niagara of inspiration,
joining in a
bottomless splash of phrases,
frothing at the lead-tip.
Rules?
What rules
when it comes to
Free-will poetry!
A rabid sense of
urgency
biting its way
between
then across
all ruled lines.
Lathering and sweating
is common;
cool down if you must,
but the best
boast ardent writers,
come with ravenous rush!
Almonds encased in hard red candy
Brandy from snow white walnuts
Collateral damage to the left front bumper of the sled
Dietary restrictions on anything considered a spice
Everything more often wins the day
Francesca left her pie though (no one will eat that)
Gluwein, go get it, we need it now
Hysterical colors spin all around me
Illicit behavior may well be tolerated though only after 10pm
Jellybeans are being shoved into orifices now
Knives are being put away for the safety of everyone here (especially Dwayde)
Lathering up all the kid's faces now to resemble tiny maniac Santas
My mother is making tea
No one will drink
Octopussy is playing in the background
Phantasmagoria bread pudding
Quickly tell me who ate all the bread pudding
Round them up and shoot them
Seriously
The only thing I ever eat is the bread pudding and everyone knows it
Unusual cravings now
Vertical with help from the wall
Waiting for someone named Misty to return from her car with her white elephant
Xenon purple body
Yuletide clopping going on inside my head
Zesty reds streak across the insides of my eyelids
Lathering her pink moist lips..
Enjoying the cream of my love.
Finding her staring at myself within
The shower; she looked so lovely
I could tell by her beautiful eyes
That she liked what she was seeing..
More in this, a woman always knows
When she is desired; lathering my legs
She did not gaze away, while her breast
Told me that she was mine; silken beauty.
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