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When your body shivers in cold just a drop of sunshine can do all the magic.
Just a plain drop of sunlight can take u away from this tragic.
When u feel alone, lost and everything thing seems to be tough.
Just a drop of good and old memories may seem to be enough.
It’s high time I need to this and that we feel it’s a race and we cannot stop.
A clever and calm advice given by someone can work even if it is just a drop.
Just a drop of hope and faith gives us the motivation to survive and fight.
We rarely understand the thin line of difference between wrong and right.
Small or big we should never count and always be thankful to what we receive.
You never know god may shower his blessing in disguise on any eve.
The Musician and the Poet-
See the playing of the musician
I think he's angry at the admission
He finds it hard to see the concert
Overshadowed by the kind turret
She is but a clever poet poetess
Admired as she sits upon an acquisition
Her lab top she writes verses like tapping a tambourine
typing out sounds runs of ole clementine
She's not alone she brings a drum
A pet dog a flamingo, that quite a forum
The flamingo likes to chase keys on piano
especially one that's with Diana
The musician shudders at the delightful pencil
Sheet music leaves but it wants the bensel
Poetess Diana needs music theory lessons
4/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
HUSBAND IN HOT SOUP
For twenty years of nearly happy married life
He heard the harping voice of high decibel wife
And in the process lost half of his hearing sense
The other half now gets tense in wife’s presence.
He would not start any conversation never
Over the years the ears have become clever
They have learnt to save the strained drums
From the cracking sound of wife’s vocal drum.
She once asked him to buy a kilo of tiny potato
He rushed to shop bought a bag of ripe tomato
When he found himself in a bowl of hot soup
The failed ears silently fanned his head nonstop.
February 26, 2018
Clock work spiders are climbing up my wall ‘sticking in their nasty pins so none of them will fall,
As one of them lifts her leg and begins to spin her steel ,
another scurries closer and strums it with its heel .
wide eyed and terror struck i remembered going to bed ,
then the clever thought occurs to me
‘just test it and bang your head .
Nope I’m none the wiser ‘now definitely wide awake the mechanical spiders play too me as none of this is fake .
Dozens of them are present now ‘all shine with a metallic grace
‘ but why my room I ask myself
‘why now and why in this place ?
Segmented shining carapace’s ‘move slowly in the gloom ‘
their steel strung out of different lengths
‘lends melodics to the tune .
Tiny keys are turning that adds motion to their gears
‘the thought of what the hell’s going on ‘l
‘nearly bringing me too tears .
Should I Trust theses clockwork spiders ‘
when will their playing End ?
‘who sent them too late night serenade me
‘was it enemy or a trusted friend?
This picking arachnid blue grass
‘ was really something to see
‘terror was starting to subside ,
I was tapping gleefully.
Please don’t climb down from the wall’s
‘keep playing this wicked tune
‘if could just reach my trusted harmonica
‘I’ll join you really soon.
So there I was sat up in bed
‘the spiders kept their beat ‘
it was now time for my solo ‘ I’d better make this sweet.
scratching approval from these arachnid bots
‘was what my piece had gained
’this was becoming awesome ,this could lead to fame.
Then one by one they began to fall,
‘softly on on my bed
‘ the lack inertia for their key winding
’had ended the music dead .
No ‘I called out in grief there’s a lot more we can play ,
‘please reinstate your innerspring’s and carry on that old country way .
But the lifeless eight legged metals ‘lay still and didn’t move ‘
the time had come ‘we’d had our fun ‘
that was the conclusion of our groove .
Where had these spiders come from and how did they know too play
‘I’ll never forget their music ‘
I’ll never forget this day .
Jasmine sunset, collapsing between the stars
Like tangerine laughter in expressions of poetic
Wars, with everlasting passions,
Hesitating on the breath of a song,
More powerful – glimpse of God’s gestures,
Coloring the twilight with the flow of flames,
Smashing through the gentle pines,
Releasing the music that brings silence her grace,
Melodies between heaven and earth,
Listening to the tunes that tremble through the soul,
Unbending into clever thoughts of still light,
Flowing through the warmth of the spirit who knows
God is with us – in the melancholy moments,
In the seas of precious solace,
In the winds that restore our purpose,
In the dreams who prepare us to risk failures,
To find the answers in themes of praises,
To ask whatever our heart measures as reflecting
Kindness, mercy, visions of holiness,
Left by prayers, clinging to destiny’s curiosities,
In gossamer threads, like the spider’s silken web,
Heartfelt and heated noises from the summer
Who bends to the winds and stirs joys,
Brought to life on surreal echoes from memories
Sincere, genuine silhouettes – in the shadows,
Where the sun casts a heavy breath,
Relieving the darkness of its doubt, restoring
The serenity in each blessing felt
By hasty hearts, bound for the wisdom
Connecting the meaning of a lasting faith
And the heart healed by fate,
Who is unescapable – His plan never fades,
Never fails, never forsakes…
His plan doesn’t neglect the honest praise
That lingers on the souls of those who can see
Beyond the jasmine sunset,
Into the twilight melody – the sea
Of grace, genuine and unaffected by the tide.
It is the promise when heart and soul collide.
It is the eternal where believers abide.
It is the moment in time when I first decide…
To love as He loves,
Without self-seeking relations,
With altruistic worship of the Son
Who lives beyond the sigh of a setting sun!
See senses swing
Taut tensile things
Word wonder well
Spread sanguine spell
Time tunnels tense
Seek subtle sense
Ply precious play
Sweet summer strays
Loud laughter leaps
Proud pretence peeps
Claim clever clout
Pose pretty pout
Perchance prompt pay
Storm simple sway
Gloomy grime grey
Misty moods may
Wonder words well
Boom buys bright bell
Free frosty feel
Hurl happy hay
By briskly brook
Lift lasting looks
Charm crispy cheer
Niche nurtures near
End echoes etch
Save succinct sketch
Note nasty nude
Cute clam ours crude
Frame fleeting flame
Toil tussles tame
Leon Enriquez
13 October 2016
Singapore
I fell in love with him the way
A mother falls for her newborn
Hard, fast and without any inhibitions
Loving completely without conditions
With a love that is alive and essential
Love like this doesn’t come around but once
It happens that I found him in my same town
Alive and willing to give from his heart’s core
Deliverance for me, a promise and a dream
More than a feeling – a feeling that believes
Everything that happens has it’s reason
The reason for this love is given from the Creator
It is love so giving and willing to listen
That brings life to the giver and the receiver
Life that is full of passion rising from forever
Like a tender whisper echoes in the heart
The feelings brought about by his warmth
Were filling me with a sense of purpose and fulfillment
Feelings that were wise, strong and overpowering
Touching me in places I’d never imagined
Heaven knows the spirit’s fire and resilience
The way a shadow of insight fulfills broken promises
Reflecting the sunlight across the blackest nights
Sending a wealth of wisdom through the senses
Gentleness that teaches inspiration has a purpose
A rose in bloom might fade away as petals fall
But a love this strong will grow more intimate
More promising and passionate with the passing
Of time, like a rhyme that needs only be written
Proving the intuition, the vision, of the author
Feelings this clever and wise, so clear they grasp desire
With both hands, both hearts, both hopes, both dreams
Opening up the inner yearnings to be blessed and fortunate
Enough to realize that God has given them a gift that lives
On the inside, where nothing and no one can destroy it
Love is God’s sweetest gift to His children
And I know love like this is timeless, everlasting
A sensation that is adoring, tender and willing
To bring truth into the open where it can be shared
Between two lovers who know love answers prayers!
I struggle with this modern speak
It’s as confusing as can be
Nonsense sentences that are stopped
With a colon and a p : p
Then there is this other crap
A semi colon and a bracket ; )
Do you think I’m a clever prick
Because I can’t bloody crack it
Abbreviations sure don’t help
What the hell is SMS?
Obviously for something short
The message I can’t guess.
I sometimes email questions
And get answered IDK
Please dear God give me strength
I no know what you say!
FYI doesn’t help
I need more information
And when I ask and get a K
It causes irritation
I guess you think it’s funny
To reply with L. O. L
Damn you bastards with your speak
Our language has gone to hell.
This is a poem, but don’t be afraid,
it can’t hurt you. You can read it without
the slightest obligation. It won’t ask
you to sign anything or pester you
for a commitment. It will not expect
you to sit quietly at your desk with
your hands folded until the bell rings. You
can put it on a poster on your wall
or carry it in your pocket in case
you ever need a poem or just leave
it lying around. It is all surface,
so you don’t have to worry about how
deep to stick your finger into it. It
will give you the same answer each time you
ask it, which is more than you can say for
most people. It won’t make things better or
worse. If you think about it, you will be
thinking of nothing. It just sits there. It
doesn’t even have a clever ending.
There once was a fiddler from Fartsie Oh Midler
who played in the park with a naturous tether
a one legged man
by a river of tan
with one gimpy leg that sat still as a peg, oh what a sin
He finished his gin then he sat with a grin
just as ready as old Dr. Quin;
In this grassy remote where the frogs like to gloat
they were never content when the rivers did bloat
one frog hid in rent
without a red cent
in a fiddle the size of a broom no bigger than, an over sized spoon;
There once was a clever who had an endeavor
to never reveal his God send
together they played from morning to noon
while jointly they made their amends.
January 19, 2023
Sponsor craig cornish
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