The typewriter, each key its purpose met.
The author’s score from mind to fingertips.
Illumination of her breath and sweat.
The musical is moving hearts and lips.
She climbs into the dark places, and sweet.
The hammering, the keys clang twists, and turns.
Her imagination is not discreet.
The flames of her lyrics - her nails with burns.
With lilted tongue - the soft and thud conquers.
Alternating eyes of light and dim spell.
In siren-ese, the ebb and flow bonkers.
The carriage bell carries the tuneful swell.
Categories:
lilted, music,
Form: Rhyme
Four Cafe’s
It was post digestion time, 6pm ! uncomfortable bloating causing a staggering stand,supported by the apartment windows brass clasp, the torn green velvet digestion chair lilted just beneath. Nested above the Canal Madeline, perched in a loft atop hundreds of lonely books, which i have not browsed ! their prison the De Krook. Afar beyond the cracked glass, out into the January month night, wildly dancing snowflakes cause a cataract pin pointed view of the culprit of indigestion
“ Cafe Croix de Fer”!
Along the frozen cobbles, “Chartreuse” fuelled, in-firms trudge and trip precariously, Monkeyfied by the Green Devil; towards “ Cafe Le repaire des ames perdues” I myself, visit this lair to regularly, its chestnut doors, spit tainted in past blood, open 24 hrs per day 364 days each year , “ No ! Not Noel ! Its Cask day “ And, on this day, i visit four cafe’s.
My tipple of choice Absinth ! And a deck of cards ! held in gloves tattered and fingerless. This addiction to be found in the basement of the Bookshop. A Cafe, 174 worn steps below me, its name “ Enfer” my light purse, confirms this.
Count.
Categories:
lilted, january,
Form: Prose
Four Cafe’s
It was post digestion time, 10pm ! uncomfortable bloating causing a staggering stand,supported by the apartment windows brass clasp, the torn green velvet digestion chair lilted just beneath. Nested above the Canal Madeline, perched in a loft atop hundreds of lonely books, which i have not browsed ! their prison the De Krook. Afar beyond the cracked glass, out into the January month night, wildly dancing snowflakes cause a cataract pin pointed view of the culprit of indigestion
“ Cafe Croix de Fer”!
Along the frozen cobbles, Ale fuelled, in-firms trudge and trip precariously, fuelled “by many Trappist brews” towards “ Cafe Le repaire des ames perdues” I myself, visit this lair to regularly, its chestnut doors, spit tainted in past blood, open 24 hrs per day 364 days each year , “ No ! The one day is not Noel ! Its Cask day “ And, on this one day, i visit " Cafe Noir"
My tipple of choice is a hand of cards ! held in gloves tattered and fingerless. This addiction to be found in the basement of the Library, a Cafe,174 worn steps below me, name “ Enfer” my light purse, confirms this.
Count.
Categories:
lilted, january,
Form: Prose
The corrugated clang and creak of the escalator
Welcomes murmurs of lovers entwined in conversation
The lilted quick chatter of tourists
Interrupted by those racing- no regard for bags, or backpacks or babies.
Mechanically they step on and off
Fever is in their eyes
To get on, sit somewhere, go some place
Sometimes they push, like children in the playground
On the platform my plait snaps in the air
Wind lifts and tugs tendrils, teasing
The madness of monotony
Rattles insistently
Like the great beast on the tracks
Hurtling towards me
Categories:
lilted, imagination, perspective, simile, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
The solemn tune of slumber,
lays heavily on the keys,
as life's adventures wander,
passed in a soundless breeze.
As the sleeper mumbles,
Laying there with ease,
the mother watching humbles,
all daily angst appeased.
The dreamers breath fumbles,
slowly drifting within,
a lilted sound crumbles,
the space a tempered din.
On a shift she stumbles,
staring wide, chagrined,
a sniff, a cry, she grumbles,
then produces an incredible grin.
02/11/2018
Tell Me A Story 2 Poetry Contest
1st photo
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Categories:
lilted, sweet love,
Form: Rhyme
PICTURE THIS MOON LIGHT EMBRACE
silhouette on bay
standing on the docks
we embrace
kissing
couple not afraid
to show their love anywhere...
standing kissing
under the moonlight glittering
moonshine showing our love
birds flying east
as we passionately embrace
looking in each others face
we embrace, kiss
lilted lanterns light up the pier
still embracing and holding you
kiss me in front of the moon
Moon light Embrace
3/22/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Categories:
lilted, dedication, engagement, how i
Form: Free verse
All pleasures delight as the breaking of dawn
When the dark veil arises to illuminate anew
And the fresh cheer of life is breathed in song
And the eye is filled with a gratifying hue
Of bright colors thrown above the waking land,
That the waltz of youth might stop and gaze upon
To find in awe-struck wonder nature unplanned
And know the feeling of greatness shone,
When the lilted scent of growth is found
Pure among the many things of earth
And all the gladness of one does compound
In the will to desire this rebirth.
W.A. CHOLT . COPYRIGHT Fergal O Reilly 1994.
Categories:
lilted, beauty, inspirational, nature,
Form: Tail-rhyme
We sat on a quiet porch by moonlight splashed,
Wrapped in a static of faint cicada song,
Watching a horizon by city lights sashed,
On sultry summer nights by lithe pixies thronged.
Bossa nova rhythms rippled lukewarm air,
Languid voices tiptoed in solacing calm,
Confidants whispering of the bronzed and fair,
Of sunlit sand they crooned a sun-lilted psalm.
Abducted we were by Jobim, Gilberto,
To a land swaying with the promise of June.
Those were the years we crowed with youth’s falsetto,
Blithely singing along, slightly out of tune.
- Inspired by the song “Desafinado (Out of Tune)” 1962 -
Categories:
lilted, longing, music, night, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Lithesome fingers trailed along
the ukulele’s frets
as Lilah played her dulcet lullabies.
Swaddled in a blanket, smiling,
lay her little lad,
looking up at her with large blue eyes.
Lilah lilted, “Sleep, my son,
for tranquil dreams await.
Lull-lull-lullabies for you I sing.”
As she crooned mellifluously
lulling him to bliss,
she watched small eyelids flutter-fluttering.
Lightly, lightly, letting fingers
roll along the strings,
Lilah moved her delicate small hand.
Eyes that lingered lovingly
on the wee one saw
him amble soundly into Slumber Land.
May 29, 2017 for Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer's Contemporary Poetry Contest
*I enjoy almost all types of poetry, but I suppose this represents more the Classical approach which I most often use (more lyrical and with some rhymes) though my focus is on alliteration here. I love the way L words sound!
Categories:
lilted, sleep, song,
Form: Rhyme
Brazenly stared within the
irony of irrational horizons,
shadows colorlessly implanted on
an oasis of silent sand dunes - -
no footprints were visible in her wake,
tidal waves lilted in roaring disobedience
kinking temperaments' permanence,
reflective intimation no longer visible
beyond mirrors cruel unimportance
blindfolded in a peculiar fashion,
realities' ghostly animated particles
toppled under relevant significance
to the depths of modified senescence,
releasing disembodied spirit held its own
midst lofty persuasion's undulations,
nullified 'tween composition's banality
somewhere mid fantasy & ascertained ashes,
descent upon apparent illogicalness transpired as
transcendent lucidity mocked hazed transparency,
naked truths became clearer as they blurred into
ludicrous relinquishment 'tween rebellious renditions,
whilst flimsy breaths reprised figment's fanciful betrayal
Categories:
lilted, allegory, betrayal, fantasy, introspection,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
the night was dusk and Halloween is near with fear
and clear starry night with shadows of lilted pumpkins on the porch as goblins eat there way through little children's trickery triter bags and children scream from the haunted night with a full moon and parties soon and all gooneys blow fire from there dragons and fire torches the pumpkin patches with orange goo all stuck around the land..
I cry for it's the age where I can no longer trick or treat in my jammies and so I just hand out candy by the door and adore the costumes. the night is old and I sip my tea and have memories of my children 40 some years ago.. where did Halloween Parties go.?
Categories:
lilted, autumn, candy, halloween,
Form: ABC
He whispered softly
against every inch of her skin
She could sense his yang
Still in need of her yin
His sweet wistful breath
lingered once again
beyond borders within
His presence held authority
of what once belonged to him
She knew the time to leave
before She would give in
This would be the first time
She wouldn't let him win
Her drumming heart was beating fast
as She closed the open door
Her vision blurred,She walked away
and strolled along the shore
She brushed sand-wishes off her feet
and wiped dew mist from her cheek
She lilted up her hazel eyes
into the starry sky
She watched the distant stars
glisten up so high
Lunar limbs wrapped her small waist
Poured moondust 'pon her face
Made her dream of dreams anew
where She' d sail over the blue
Where She'd let emotions flow
to the one who makes her whole.
Categories:
lilted, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
Child, Oh my child.
Words whispered on broken breath,
A baby soft palm upon my breast.
I can feel the wind stirring my hair.
Even as my sightless eyes attempt to stare.
Child, Oh my child.
The disappointment overwhelming.
Choking the sweet lilted voice til warped.
With needs desires,
dreams that had floated near.
Child, Oh my child.
Laying upon the street,
flakes plummeting from the air.
Frozen, so frozen yet my spirit is still here.
Twas the sweet lilted voice of a mother that had led me here.
Categories:
lilted, caregiving, corruption, dark, daughter,
Form: Free verse
Obama made a super speech;
Beyonce nailed her notes.
Michelle and her two daughters
Looked amazing in their coats.
“America the Beautiful,”
Though not my favorite choice,
Sounded soulful and affecting
Lilted in James Taylor’s voice.
The glamour crowd – ex-Presidents
And Justices Supreme,
Combined with all the average folk,
Reflecting on the theme:
America united!
For we’ll make the greatest strides
When all people join together,
Though we come from different sides.
That point was made poetically –
Of course, the perfect way –
In Richard Blanco’s masterpiece
Entitled “One Today.”
With universal imagery
To which we could relate,
His poem expanded on the message
Of the Chief of State.
For if you want your speech to soar,
You can’t just status-quo it;
The trick is searching ‘til you find
A clever, brilliant poet.
Categories:
lilted, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme
44.
Personality commodities
Melting into bar stools
Progress beyond God
to make the ultimate partnership.
Profits will come less belligerently
When lovers sing praises in lilted voices.
off tune liquors pour needlessly
down the throats of the well fed.
Meager brotherhood looked at me
With a dirty f
Categories:
lilted, adventure,
Form: Free verse
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