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The Big Screen
Got my bags packed: On my way,
the last five were pulled today.
Getting stiff, getting dizzy-
Stomach-shrinking from
tolerating the intolerable.
On my way to the big screen
No turning back, no detours.
Got my bags packed...not getting
off the train until I reach
“Re-play your life Avenue".
I knew it.... she got it twisted,
I was not in that picture,
never played that scene...
God will prove it on the big screen...
“I hate when people use you
as an extra, after the fact” ...
Then add you to bit parts
That you’ve never played.
Give you roles in which you
were never featured.
I was not in that picture, had no part in it.
Never played, nor practiced that scene...
I will see it on the big screen!
They said I said those words;
Stuff that I never even heard.!
Scripts I never, recited nor rehearsed.
“They’ll put words in your mouth”
the ole' folks would say.
There will be no more hearsay
No ad-lib
"We shall see said the blind man" –
because I am on my way
to the big theater in the sky...
My Creator with the remote;
Navigating through the footage
Of my life and time.
I am on my way to the
big theater in the sky...
“Oh, we shall see indeed”.
“That was not my deed”.
I am on my way to the big
theater in the sky...
“To view the Big Screen”
Revealing the whole scene.
As I sit in the front row
There you will find me:
Reviewing the:
“Re-play” of my Life.
Spontaneity 2-28-24
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Spontaneity
Arthritic inertia,
Absent of the Prime Mover,
Bursts into astral fireflies of serendipity
Coloring outside deliberate
Past ebony links in tangerine comets
In outbursts of the unplanned ad-lib
Flicks of incandescent glory
And slivers of glee,
Like dolphins leaping or whales breaching
Into the spontaneous’ ephemeral sparkle,
Ignite gusts of rumbling grace
Rushing past anxious spirals,
Sneaking past solemn's gates,
In explosions of uncontained whimsy -
As springs of roiling combustions
Split life draining millstones,
And rock musty routines that shuffle
Bathing the unsmiling dower dirge
With thunder dancing across sullen waters
To christen spontaneity’s godchild
With new robes of unrehearsed mirth
And a dedicated named -
Laughter!
On mountaintops I’d sing the verses of my poetry
under the umbrella of a starry night’s full moon
stand at a podium overlooking the vast blue sea
in foreign tongues half ad lib and half reciting
I’d stand up tall and clear my voice
so I could project as loud as loud can be
I’d find the words to move both earth and sea
as well as depths of every human heart and soul
I’d talk of love sympathy and kinship
a lot about peace and compassion
I’d promote the many healing benefits
of forgiveness and understanding
I’d dig deep to portray the imagery
that would move mankind to tears
I’d find a way like never done before
to propel my witty rhymes emphatically
I’d aim to capture life in all its glory
wisely encapsulate bold message
scattered by every earthly wind
for it to travel over land and sea
If all goes according to my plan
the universe would be rid of wars
cruel bitterness and disillusion
no more hurts or disappointments
My epic poem of everlasting love
would be my heartfelt legacy
launched to you the world from me
a most extravagant display of fireworks
while checking out I’d curtsy left and right
and to all bid a fond adieu ~
Read on air by invitation ~ April 14, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 3rd place 2021
Submitted on March 20, 2022 for contest YOUR PEACE MESSAGE TO THE WORLD sponsored by ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON - RANKED 1ST
on July 17, 2020 for contest IF THIS WAS MY LAST POETRY CONTEST POEM sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
"Alpha Mnemonic"
Word
Image
without the image
no word
Language
a disease
communicable
by mouth
Alpha from brain
Omega passed
on her tongue
to yours
Ancient codex
genetically kissed
dispersed with
music intonation
gutteral
romantic
cerebral
never rehearsed
language
a virus formed
Mnemonic
from where exactly,
Within?
ad lib
ad lucem
ad libitum
from somewhere
other birthed
codex ancient
Alpha alien
genetic
hive driven
we are observed
writhing in our smalls
amphibian brained
we are still
loud embryos
clashing and clinging
unjust
we are
just learning exotic
movements
within our
blue pitri plate
circular in motion
we are agitated
not calm, chasing long versed
pre-recorded, re-rehearsed tales
a breath blown over us
language divides us
in love and belief
a disease
we are
we think
we speak
we spread
our languages
communicable
by eyes that
envision dreams
of others within
we are not knowing
with clandestined
futures and
over-ripe mouths
to succour
we simulate
ad lib
ad lucem
ad libitum
sensual
cold
science
hot and feverish
we lie
in bed
with irreverent
romantic fate
Omega
ohm resistant
high voltage
across the conductor
Always equal
Metaphors of unity
become
the Sequel
Blissfully ignorant
Ripe Red currents
juiced up and
Blue buries itself
warm palmed
on a soft beating breast
Ideology and
Romance
arrive
late
Memory
lost in the
Alpha
Mnemonic
Stuck in
the warm
and sticky
we grow cold
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Language is a Virus" / Laurie Anderson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIOnODxUTZQ
Actor
factor
Actress
finesse
Icon
beckon
Stage fright
one’s plight
Playwright
in sight
Big star
goes far
Bit part
false start
Lead role
lifts soul
Star cast
so vast
Screen play
per say
Box smash
makes stash
Huge flop
might drop
Sitcom
Aplomb
Reruns
big guns
series
wearies
Fluffed lines
crowd whines
Encore
for more
Contract
intact
Wide screen
makes scene
Cartoon
at noon
Ghost flicks
use tricks
Broad script
equipped
Big break
I’ll take
Sad film
on whim
Long plot
such rot
Freeze frame
fair game
Lip sync
with kink
Flashback
gets flack
Montage
homage
Ad lib
so glib
Drama
trauma
Vignette
typeset
Time lapse
handclaps
Broadway
heyday
Climax
brass tacks
''
In service my heart as it cries for love;
What shall I do I am in remorse mode;
Beating ever sweetly covered in blood;
Tangent dreams of ever falling implode;
Eyes catalyst broken in heartache blind;
Heart can't sight where my malignant head is;
Those screams of brazen swollen eyes inclined;
Heartbroken beating no wise appears gives;
Solace passionate joys flooding over;
Challenge burden promises sprung loveless
My heart beats of joy laugher full closure;
Promise to you together we shun less;
Ourselves let us excuse and unlearn this;
May we congregate come ad-lib let's kiss;
8/20/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
9th place~ Placement in Contest
For No 1230. New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 97
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------ this is meant with a degree of humor -----
------ but I know, joy is in the ears that hear -----
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To quote as truth a source for which
You otherwise show great disdain
Is humorous at best, a stitch
That some might say was not quite sane.
And if you cherish this sweet book,
But have not read it much of late,
It’s time you took another look,
And gave some other verses weight.
If Genesis is normative
For when it is all life begins
Then we should take a closer look
At other verses close therein.
For “breath of life” can only be
Applied to one by “Adam” called;
That you’d apply this verse to Eve?
Oh, exegete! Do be appalled!
In fifteen verses, very clear,
We see God do a nice ad lib,
Puts Adam in a heavy sleep
And liberates Eve from his rib!
Now something here just can’t be right;
No, something here just doesn’t jive.
God’s “breath of life” did not her grace;
The woman cannot be alive!
To call these verses normative
Is simply ludicrous, of course.
The “breath of life” God gave the dust?
Not air, but animating force.
And in this telling of our firsts
neither of them come from a womb,
So literal or figurative,
we need to give these verses room.
A babe will breath when it is born
On schedule or ahead of time.
You know that’s not the entry point:
As silly as a talking mime.
Way back in John, when Christ appears
upon arising, after death,
Gives the disciples Spirit then,
Conferring it with sacred breath.
Were they then dead before he breathed?
In some sense, yes, perhaps contrived
Christ’s Spirit thus has come to stay;
Spiritually, they are alive.
You don’t belive that labor does
Somehow propel those clumps of cells
By magic through the birth canal
And then form babes when they’re expelled?
Of course not, or there’d be a glitch
In logic with regard to sections.
But nobody believes all that;
it's just a case of misdirection.
We read a babe lept in the womb;
In Psalms, He forms our inward parts.
Christ, too, alive, ere left the tomb,
And now, he’s giving life to hearts.
Let’s study then, the scriptures well;
Bereans be: look for yourself.
Review in depth when life begins,
Not leave His counsel on the shelf?
Autumn
Let us begin in the current season, Not the season of beginnings but of seasoning.
Leaves bold
Wise, old
Winter
Hither it comes, white or gray, falling, failing, smarting, incredibly enlightening.
Lets go
New show
Spring
New birds of millenials herded into facebook frames, those cribs engaged with each month’s age. I look on, remembering how this boomer’s recollection is in a box, more than one.
Face crib
Ad lib
Summer
Watch those new birdies fly. Life is fleeting. Parents hold onto their wings, sometimes clipping. Grandparents no longer open their wallets to show their pride, but with much more intensity and videos, besides, put the kids front and center for thumbs up, hearts, exclamations, tears, never anger.
Emotes
Devotes
Clouds can close the stars
But can't extinguish them
It means that I did not see you
But it means what I see in you
No one can guarantee a full success
If you don't, who else will do
If you can't write, someone will do
If you don't take it in your hand
There would always be someone else
In real life there are no rehearsals
Every moment is pure ad lib and that's it
To maintain a state of contentment and happiness
One must always move forward without looking back
Our purpose in life is not to seek love
But finding and removing barriers in our life
In order to return to that wondeful feeling
Our life on Earth is learning and gaining experiences
What we have known and manifest in the material world
Without having the final destination
Except the way home back to God
Surely, you will never go wrong.
*Image of Cherokee Piper, Four-seater single engine by Wilkie.
Lifetime Get-A-Way, A Survivors Tale
It is nineteen-eighty new years eve in less than two days,
that said--this turned a fourteener syllabic lined poem,
fourteener set of rhyming-lined poems--to paraphrase,
I had worked with his wife long before I got to know him.
Now Ruby carried on but stayed in the same line of work.
We kept in touch ever since I purchased her dad's cabin.
She said her ardent pilot spouse needed an hourly perk.
As he already owned the plane we just need some gas in.
Fundamentally, Alan purchased, Cherokee Piper,
Four-seater single engine without a pilot license,
Probable in California, but naught a car ... harder,
He's flying days only, that induces a lot of sense?
Our itinerary is, Livermore, California,
to Barstow, California--a hole, fill-up only then,
The Grand Canyon to Ruby's hotel chain, euphoria,
Cliffside cabin, wine & dine and film at Rangers station.
Phoenix, Alan's cop friend drove us to Scottsdale to my Suite
Hilton, north to a western town, rode a stagecoach, ad-lib
gunfighter, now west side Phoenix restaurant, Pinnacle's meet
New Year's Eve, no fireworks, just booze and b.b.q. rib bib
Sedona, Hopi purchased--slight loop, Meteor Crater,
Skirted unique Monument Valley, Vegas as nightfalls,
Hotel gratis tix-Music Man w/Dick Van Dyke, and dinner,
Livermore, seven p.m., sun greets us ... S.F. bay crawls.
The drive to my San Francisco home, bout a hundred miles,
The plane gas bill arrived little under nine hundred bucks,
Never stepped on a wing to board a plane--at me, Dick smiles,
Grand, Sedona, Monument, Vegas, Phoenix, again, *shucks!
2022 January 29
*9th Place*
MY FAVORITE VACATION IN RHYME
~~L MILTON HANKINS: Judged 2022 February 04
*Held hopes but it never happened again as we all moved on in life.