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A Villanelle –AUTUMN’S Dawn
...couldn't stop thinking about the AUTUMN’S Dawn
She was just so tough and unkind
Never had she known anything so wrong
That morning, Autumn was shocked by the song
She had to calm herself with a mind
Adam couldn't stop thinking about the AUTUMN’S dawn
Later, Eve was spooked by a pantheon
She thought the situation had become rather refined
Never had she known anything so con
said, the AUTUMNS dawn wasn't that on
Said it was time to start thinking about the serpents wind
Aa also Satan couldn't stop thinking about the AUTUMNS dawn
Adam took action like an echelon
The AUTUMNS dawn was like a toxic find
Never had she known anything so con
Satan nosedived like a rash fawn
His mind became dangerously hind
Adam couldn't stop thinking about the AUTUMNS dawn
Never had he known anything so con
as he and Eve hid in the blinds…
10/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Blue edges, an ebony sky,
for a new day is on the brink;
and cotton-candy clouds blush pink.
Where eagles were once free to fly,
morning is filtered through a haze;
a legacy of yesteryears.
A golden sunrise blinds my eye,
dissolving the fringes of night
with a dazzling display of light.
Its beauty; worthy of a sigh,
Dawn brings a renewal of hope;
implying the planet can cope.
A simple truth, without a lie,
if we choose not to make a fuss;
wildlife will vanish around us.
Nature's something money can't buy;
no amount can restore lost days,
yet we ignore what science says.
Blue edges, an ebony sky,
where eagles were once free to fly.
A golden sunrise blinds my eye,
its beauty worthy of a sigh.
A simple truth, without a lie,
Nature's something money can't buy.
Kindness
Your kindness Lord runs to greet me in generous petals of fragrant compassion floating into my stingy spirit, dances in the abyss of my selfishness, raises up my bankrupt soul, gives light to my nearsighted heart opening veins of sympathy in an avalanche of mercy for hungry children gazing at empty cupboard shelves, for the new Lazarus, shivering in tatters, begging at the city gates for food, feeding a faithful four footed companion on a rope leash first, waiting for a crust of kindness baked in empathy to fall in the doorway of a grocery store – no warm coat or bed only a pillow of cement or a park bench. Your kindness blinds malevolence, deafens insolence, cripples violence in floods of gracious benevolence with tides of charity asking only make a difference with what you have – a can of soup, a piece of fruit, a word born on the tides of charity. Your kindness to me shares the perfume of gratitude softly falling from your tongue beating back vanity and pride so I may chant the living lyric of your loving kindness, open gracious arms, recite a litany of glory in a cup of grace to thirsty pilgrims, poor or comfortable, traveling by my side with open eyes of generosity.
kindness builds love
empathy heals hearts ~
compassion’s cradle
Waking, I heard a lovely song.
Somehow, the music didn't belong.
Bell-like in tone, to softly please.
Perhaps was only summer's breeze.
Dreamlike music, not lasting long.
I opened blinds and there, askew
pocket-size fairies spritzing dew.
Midst them smiled a green leprechaun.
Their tiny laughter welcomed dawn--
wee pixies only rainbows knew.
Sun starts its rise and day begins.
Their music stops, their graceful spins.
Quickly, they leave in group as one.
In dawns, I search; in wind they've gone.
They filled my dreams with violins.
Originally submitted January, 2022
Totally rewritten June 13, 2022
for Tall Tales Three Fantasy Fiction Contest
by Jeff Kyser
5th place
Forever, the twain shall meet.
Like a prostitute and the street.
Ever competing for shift eye, top seeding.(dead meat)
Dogs and Cats, dark alleys, ever meeting.
Con artists with snake oil.(fish oil?)
Suckers in headdress of foil.
A Halloween party, each playing a part.( Let me show you my wares)
An excuse for an exhibitionist to dress like a tart.
A fog rolling in.(such a sight to see)
A house with blinds covering sin.
Career Politicians, wearing Jesus sandals.(hear no evil..see no evil...)
Career Politicians in scandal.
A child learning to fly.(purity, here)
A Mother with fridge art, teary eyed.
A Family without God.
Another needless heartbreak.
It’s 4 am
I feign sleep
the room is quiet
it’s only your breathing that I hear
its rhythm is almost hypnotic
it feels safe
the night light of the city
shimmers through the window
the blinds cast linear shadows
almost prison like bars
I count them one by one
I hear the faint rumble of a plane
in the distance
and I know why I can’t sleep
you’ll be leaving in the morning
I look at the clock
it’s now 4:10
there’s no ticking
clocks don’t tick anymore
I wish they did
just a few minutes left before
some plane will whisk you away
from me
and I’ll feign sleep each night
until you return
“False pride...true greed...
corrupt...agreed”
_by Poet
Fate is a fickle force that blinds
and often messes with our minds,
to pull the rug from under us;
comes out of nowhere without fuss.
Fate alters things we'd never guess;
but this one change, I must confess
removes joy in poetic art;
usurps true talents we impart.
Fate has directed us to cheat;
AI – invented, to now meet,
the inborn talents we all share;
write poems fast- no work or care.
It uses forms correctly, while
can duplicate a poet's style.
But, using what A1 has learned-
sets a false “pride” for prize unearned.
God-given gifts to write, compose-
now must compete with AI prose.
Yet, “greed” may use this selfish pass
to earn high ratings that amass.
Will AI steer my urge to cheat?
Give me that edge to fast-compete?
No! Honestly, I won't do well-
knowing my mind's a tarnished shell.
I lay there and I listened
to every sound that came through the night:
the floorboards creaking,
the wind blown window blinds beating against the metal window frame,
the scuttling of rodents in the roof,
the odd disconcerting sound that I could not identify
I pressed my face into my pillow,
slowing my breathing,
whilst the pillowcase soaked up my tears,
my forehead burning hot.
“It hurts,” I thought,
and with that thought another memory of him filled my mind
and my pillowcase,
drenched and pressed against my hot face,
began to feel like a hot wet cloth
I was thirsty,
but unmotivated to care for myself
I had lost all ambitions to live a life worthy
of being alive
Once we parted,
I began living each day,
as a day to be spent and forgotten,
nothing had meaning,
and nothing felt passionate.
“I will never leave you,”
were words we had often exchanged;
yet words we never lived up to
“I am already gone,”
were words I had used to leave him,
and he let go
No promise kept of “I am always here.”
I never let another man in
to what I considered his kingdom
I was a queen with no king,
at my throne
I lay there,
silently begging him to come back,
knowing that after all I had done,
if he were to return it would be,
at his own will
and with each passing year,
I lay there
and I listened to every sound that came through the night
on one knee at the summit of your love
i look up. your beauty, your light blinds me.
shaking i fear you will say no.
my little box in hand
slowly
ever
so
slowly
i open it
then close it again quickly
i recite these words carefully.
before you i was one
the first time I saw you
only our eyes met, less than a second
when i got home that night i told my roommate,
" i'm moving out", "why" he asked me
" i met the woman i am going to marry" i answered.
before you i was one,
our love grew, soon WE became ONE.
i am here on one knee
"will you marry me"
(i wait on one knee for a week? a month?
finally i hear something, i think
i do hear something
i do)
"i do, i will, Yes" you say
i pull out the paper ring from my little box
i put it on your finger, tell you
"your ring is being made, i couldn't wait
this is all i have. i made this one myself"
i stand, take my wife in my arms
her smile tells me all i need to know
she loves her paper ring.
Maurice Yvonne
26/09/2014
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Contest Name: Will You Marry Me?
Blithe notes of Twilight's symphony alight
Into occluded abyss spindled cords take flight
Duller shades into harmonious bands unite
Grainy film spreads o'er recess a dank, dingy kite
Initiating eve's wake, ethereal blinds shut tight
Midnight's, chilling vigil stills darkened night
Nyx's, silver, pale orb mystical procession doth ignite
Twinkling pallbearers on flanks shoulder the blight
Ghostly-white planets from distant corridors observe rite
Pleiades' sisters' glowing blue embers provide candlelight
On bended knee, Perseus the glib eulogy doth recite
In the somber parlor, Orion with satin bow stalkers doth fight
Tears from Aquarius's drawn bucket salve Night's dreary plight
Mystical beams from Southern Cross emptiness doth requite