Long Balsam Poems
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I, just like a page
Have a true story to tell
It, may not be a best seller
But a story of my life, nonetheless
And, with every page, that I tell it
The pages burn into dust and get lost in the breeze,
the breeze that is life
I've never, stolen to the detriment of others,
Nor have I toiled for the poor to slumber,
in a voidfull darkness
I've never, burnt any soul, with whip in my mouth,
thereafter leave scourges without smoothing them in balsam
And yet, night after night,
as I look to the heavens
I'll still ask my Father, whether I,
have offended or cursed
These lips, sure as a kiss,
I have used just for healing
As springs, endlessly warm,
I have lent these hands, to fill up hopeful promises
And yet, night after night,
as i gaze, into the constant ocean of green
I, light as a kite, flapping in the wind,
sailing to new words of promise
I, just like a page
Once had a story to tell
Whether you, can take a page,
from this book, and burn its pages
Just as, these pages burn, leaving no words
of regret or sorrow to linger
Time, passes the pages, burning the book,
leaving the legacy of a man...
05Aug2015
To live is to take a chance
each day we have many choices
is our life preordained?
the paths already written?
Or are we just balsam
blown hither and tither
when you stop and think
how much free choice is there?
Our discipline starts early
from the day we first attend
kindergarten or school lessons
after school we go out to work
Again we are at the whims of bosses
if you do not toe the line out you go
appearances are important to neighbours
so we keep our houses and gardens nice
If one drops out of every day life
and goes totally their own way
we are called odd and often far worse
just for daring to be different
Man is such a herd animal
like sheep we follow blindly
not wanting to seem unusual
needing the approval of peers
So in this game of life
we roll the dice of chance
choosing to follow fate
no real free choice for us
There were liberal field, golden paddy, mild touch of south breeze
And there were you, your beautiful smiles with opening mind
There were jackfruit, plum, mango, palm, and betel-nut trees on the bank of the pond.
And there were you, the sounds of anklet-rings, the scent of tuberose hair oil.
There were creeping plants of legume, balsam-apple, cucurbitaceous, snake gourd, and all these flowers on the home yard.
And there were you, daily watering on those plants, vegetable collecting basket.
There I was happy
when you walked on the field,
when you smiled under the trees,
when you watered on the creeping plants
And there I was fully quenched seeing you surreptitiously
My shyness farewelled you silently, wiping tears
Now, I am happy when I hear your life is joyful there
This heart is nothing
just a flowery bed of love,
just a heaven of love,
just the mighty throne of love
Now, to me, the field, trees, pond, yards, creeping plants are nothing
except for a pure reflection of you
all through these, my happiness comes and goes
peacefully
delightfully
amorouslyerotically
-07.12.2020 Chattogram
We love feeding and watching the birds which is why in the mountains when we’re there
if you visit us there’s a good chance you’ll see bird feeders everywhere.
It seems like such an easy task..fill the feeders…and see what birds we’ll greet….
but there are squirrels and there are raccoons who also like to eat.
The squirrels attack the feeders in the day…
while raccoons like to feed at night
both have one trait in common…an unending appetite.
As anyone who has ever had a bird feeder is aware
squirrels and raccoons are selfish…they do not like to share.
We’ve come up with a host of well-thought-out plans…but each one we’ve had to repeal
when the little bandits kept devising new and better ways to steal.
Until we remembered Deborah’s father…
he was gardener who always planted extra vegetables
for any animal who happened by….
and decided with the squirrels and raccoons…his solution we’d apply.
So we purchased extra bird seed…and opened the Balsam Birdseed Café
Now…we refill the feeders as needed when the squirrels feed throughout the day.
And we make sure our feeders have a little birdseed in them before we turn out the lights…so the raccoons will have a little snack when they visit in the night.
This way everyone is happy…we have a host of birds we get to meet
and their neighbors the squirrels and raccoons get enough to eat.
This also makes it easier to come to terms…
as each new day and night unfurls…
how for years we have been outwitted by raccoons…
and outsmarted by the squirrels.
When once a lovelorn callow swain,
Heartbroken by a maid's rebuff
Sought balsam for his heart's deep pain,
Of female wiles had had enough,
Grave listener at the local pub,
Sat Tom inured to pangs of love,
Who spoke as lion to his cub
Or to a chick a turtledove.
"Son, weep not! I know thy disarray,
And I recall that time ah! Long gorn by
When I, a callow youf of Harringay,
Did to my first love like a furnace sigh.
With ardent kisses she the fire would stoke.
Oh how the temperature did rise,
Till one day she give it such a soak
That out it fizzled to my woeful cries.
Nought could relieve my darkness until Alice,
A fulsome wench from Walthamstow,
Changed my gloom into a Crystal Palace.
Bang crash the day she found another beau!
Oh nothing salved my bitter bitter spleen,
No medicine, herb, apothecary's lotion,
Till I met a luscious blonde from Woodford Green.
How she set my heart and soul in motion.
All went well until I met her mother,
Who asked in innocence how much I earned.
My honest answer love's fickle flame did smother,
So once again I got my fingers burnt.
By now I'd grown cynical a bit,
So when true love came knocking at my door,
I lost my nerve and had a fainting fit,
And so she went. I saw her nevermore.
Thus, my son, I live to tell the tale.
Renounce the frolics of thy frivolous youth.
A loaf but nibbled soon is hard and stale.
Let wisdom early teach this hard-won truth."
The soft snow was gently falling
on this winter evening-
it was quite dreamy as I walked
really peaceful-
I had only walked two short blocks
and there was a Christmas tree lot.
So inviting
with bright lights and Christmas music playing
I just had to visit-
there were many- varieties
all sizes- and oh, the smell was divine-
I can still hear mother
telling dad- get a good tree- nice and strong
I walked among the trees
all the Balsam, Fraser, Spruce and Pine trees.
Even rare, Douglas
I had no plans- to get a tree
but the graceful beauty and lush green
enchanted me with a vision
of a tree with bright ornaments
and garland and silver tinsel
shimmering-
with colorful lights, in my living room.
They were selling hot chocolate
so I got a big steaming cup
while I shopped for my tree-
it needed strong branches
and would not lose needles
until way after the holidays-
and it had to be lovely and lush green
who knew picking a tree
would be so difficult to do
I went around and around that tree lot
then I saw it.
Just waiting there
it was a Fraser Fir- but a bit expensive
oh, I turned away a few times
only to come back- again
and decided no other would do-
farmer Joe carried it
down the street and up my steep stairs
let it sit
awhile to thaw, he said-
so that night I just sat on my sofa
looking at my lush green but frozen fir.
Next day- decorating
I have my mother's- and grandma's
Christmas balls stored in old tattered boxes
and I have some too
I spent the day at it-
first the lights around and around
then the delicate ornaments
some fragile old- some new
and last the angel on the top
and there it was-
my tree
so beautiful in the corner of my living room.
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December 10, 2017
Poetry/Epic/'The Christmas Tree'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9699-52-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Cherubims everywhere; saints alleluia sing,
The smoke of fragrant incense fills; bells in rhyme ring;
Emmanuel is in his eternal glory,
What else could be ever a true Christmas story...?
All alive; each one looks like an angel divine,
In the table everlasting with God they dine;
Body, mind soul inhibitions washed away well,
In thought, word, and deed, Yahweh's blessed name they spell...!
Joy and joy alone are their existential norm,
Their physique and psyche have attained newer form;
No manger needed now; nor any balsam fur,
When carols of bliss are endless, why gold and myrrh...?
Father, mother, grandfather, grandmother... each one,
In love facing each other in innocent fun;
Shower their blessings, like white rose petals, on us,
Our earthly existence, each day, is blessed thus...!
What when the lamb himself is with them each minute!
Does there anyone in envy make a flute mute?
Love and love alone like streams of Angel-fall flows,
Each entity there is an entirely fresh rose...!
I await my turn to be there forever soon,
And shine in the grace of Jesus like a full moon;
Seeing the heavenly scene is my wish has been,
Longing for it; though, in dreams, often I have seen...!
11 December 2022
Christmas in Heaven: A focus on loved ones in Heaven at Christmastime Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
PERFUMER
Nectar from the Father, God;
Sweet honey from mother;
Apothecary, Apothecary;
Honeysuckle
Aloe sally mighty God, Perfumer;
Balsam balm bedellium;
Clams sweet fragment cane;
Cinnamon, frankincense, galbanum gum
Henna, myrrh, spikenard, gnocchi, saffron
Honeysuckle
Aloe sally mighty God, Perfumer;
6/12/10
written words James Edward Lee Sr.
“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.” - John Muir
The forest is a calm spiritual place,
a balsam scented and serene space.
Rabbits hide in mossy dens,
with fresh mushroom gems.
Magical!
Cleanse.
Fanciful,
trees, flowers and stems.
Where creatures sleep and some race.
A place to treat with kindness and grace,
the forest is a calm spiritual place.
1/21/23
Contest: Writing Challenge - Andaree Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
( howmanysyllables and rhymezone used to check poem)
Christmas has always been a joyous time
Family getting together for food and wine
Fragrant Smells of balsam and prime rib roast
With warmth of smiles during our family toasts
Colored Christmas lights adorn the perfect tree
Ribbons and bulbs arranged perfectly for all to see
Presents wrapped in colorful plaids and prints
The children anxiously waiting, wanting hints
Adults gather to watch the children open their gifts
Secretly hoping they bought everything on their lists
My Cousin with her new fiancé, showing off her ring
Exciting talk about her wedding plans soon begin
A traditional yankee swap, hoping to pick number one
As our crazy fun and chaotic gift swapping have begun
Candles, wine, flashlights, gift cards and some odd tools
Home depot gift card is the gift that always seems to rule
Dessert is served at our festive dining table by candlelight
Chocolate, apple, pecan pie, a sliver of each, such delight!
Enjoying our pie with coffee, sharing funny nostalgic stories
A wonderful Christmas day full of happiness and no worries
12/9/19
Writing Challenge- December, 2019 - I Want Christmas Poems
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
12/13/19 submitted to 'STRAND SPECIAL 2 any form,any theme' contest