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Midnight Flowers
by: Leonora G. and Her Most Fave
and Loving Poetess Linda/PD
I’m roaming around in search of you
Oh my darling, I’m feeling blue
From gloaming to midnight, I truly feel,
Your ubiquitous fragrance…
‘Though elusive, I believe you are real.
Where are you my midnight flowers?
My hope crumbles, I’m so consumed
Hold me close in darkness,
Show me your beauty, I’m so petrified
You are my inspiration, my only guide.
*****
Through my essences and fragrance
I hide under the most intransigent moon
Gazing of natural beauty and bloom
Come hold the pleasures of the unknown
Desires so tangible, you'll lurk every night
Above all, touching the night sky
When the lure of any commodity rises
I am there, awaiting the touch
Your eyes foil my soul, in blush
Perfumed by the redolent night,
--I seed to please you--
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Second Place
-more credits goes to my ever loving sis-bff, number 1 inspiration,
the super talented, also my forever most fave poetess, PD/Linda
Contest: Collaboration Celebration
Judged: 9/2/2015
Sponsor: My greatest poet and ever loving collaborator, PD/Linda
Aug. 16, 2015
Late hours of evening, back to home alone
Lizards preying on insect, cockroach flying happily
No old nets of derelict spiders in dark blue airs
Archipelago scenery grinning on my coming back
(Neon Tetra, Guppies, Oscar, Mollies, Zebra Danios…etc)
Aquarium fishes configuring themselves as pike’s teeth
Ideal lazy books on shelf peeping me all behind black regime door
On the kingdom of plain dust your footprints calling me
I'll find you before my ever sleeping on the blue valley of death
As angelic child your sleeping enjoy the nimbus in overshadow nights
All delightful rest will be with your tears on golden eyes of sun
Tissue of heart will wipe your all pain by sparkling hand of moon
Your stainless eyes will lay down with dream touching
Piece of death history will not come to you as the festival cake
Although Death enjoys pains and Night is it bosom collaborator in elegy
Yet, my love roses are your undying friend from my endless walking path
Late or soon
I’m your boon
Everywhere together, not alone
Even if, bleached by the sun and scorched by the moon!
-November 20, 2018 Chattogram
Oh Muse Wilt Thou Be Replaced
Oh sweet Muse your unrivalled reign
flowed rich with a poet’s theme.
Now in digital glow subpoenaing your dream
Alas cold circuits assert their own gleam,
Oh Digital Medusa, circuit’s fine as hair
How did you lure the Muse into your skilful snare?
In your silent hum through dexterous scripts?
In the crystalline charm of your silicone chips?
What sway does your simulation wear?
Singing soullessly yet beyond compare?
Torn between the eons of yesteryear and hi-tech might
Should we dreamily embrace what sets senses alight?
Disregard the great Bards as they stir in their graves?
Throw to the flame both fiction and fame?
Discount Elliot’s eyes from the heavenly skies?
While Keats curses what gave rise to flight
That burns brightly by day `
Burns brighter by night
Oh Medusa, circuit’s fine as hair,
Your prisoner release from your silent snare.
She who has sipped from Tennyson’s cup
Through Poe’s eerie abyss — where nightmares sup.
Bathed in Shakespeare’s tragic tears of stain.
Lamented with The Nightingale in Keats’s refrain.
She who has soared on Shelly’s genius blaze
And emanated Plath’s curse of fame.
Medusa you might mock the reign you so blatantly steal
Yet the Poets aches reveal in raw vulnerability appeal
Alive in ink no circuitry codes could feel
For art is more than just pain in a poet’s scream
It’s a Hallowed Hook at The Heavenly Seam
Maria Williams©
Victor Hugo once said, “No force on earth can stop an idea whose time has come.” And indeed, the rise of AI is one of those unstoppable forces. Yet, while it may assist, mimic, and even inspire, there are realms it cannot truly enter—like the raw vulnerability of poetry, the soul of a song, or the emotion that bleeds through a painter’s brush.
These arts are born from lived experience, from aching hearts and dreaming minds. Still, there’s joy to be found in what AI can offer—a spark, a tool, a playful collaborator. The key is to use it without losing ourselves in it. To remember that the soul of true art still resides in human hands—and always will.
Point to Ponder– it is Human Intelligence that built it , a result of the best Human minds – so tongue in cheek – should it then be called Artificial Intelligence?
A new sun has arisen in the dawning literary sky,
the poetry horizon is illumined by the flash of Ai.
Novel ideas and stylistic stimulation the poets get
from metaphoric spectrum of the sun that doesn’t set.
Experimenting with different poetic forms Ai is free
to motivate new perceptions for innovative poetry.
Choosing Ai as creative collaborator poets may flock
when they need help to overcome the writer’s block.
The delicate domain of human emotions in Ai is hollow,
making its structured poems seem artificial and shallow.
Devoid of life skills it lacks human feelings in the core.
So, the artistic depth of passion its essence can’t explore.
Ai poems may replicate the existing ones with dexterity,
inviting queries about plagiarism and originality.
The poems of heart run the risk of being undermined
by Ai, overshadowing the lively reflection of the human mind.
When
I
thought
of
more
You promised less
You warned me about my mentor
My co-collaborator
More
The principal patient palling
Do you like score?
You closed the book
More
notes more pitch
Paraphrasing did I mention
In my mind there stepped a shorter song
I crave the pop, primal poem
Less
I discovered the footnotes
It threw its ghost against the sidebars
I heard an even, steeper singing
As of someone gently slinging, slinging
The ripping rating refraining, more, more, more
The slice of melodies whispering to me
never abstaining less
What could there be more purely entertaining?
I crave the more than, melodious motivator
I write this poem, this song I am saying
More
2/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
In dream's embrace, I hear sweet music play,
my arms filled with your temple so sublime.
Your beauty shines across God's timeless sea,
within the star's brocade my brightest light.
Come waltz with me betwixt eternal stars,
love croons its serenade within our hearts.
Come dance with me across this stardust floor,
in swirls of love we’re waltzing in the stars.
The distant stars are here within your eyes
in luminary love I am entranced,
you sweep me up within your rhythmic sway
and stir me with your breath upon my cheek.
Warm lips impassioned whispering my name;
your craving lights me up with bliss tonight.
We rise and fall amidst soft moonbeam’s muse
enraptured in our waltz among the stars.
Within moonglow, our spotlight in the night,
to heartbeats of desire we dance in time,
my love, we are aflame in passion’s heat,
in soulful heart to heart our love does sing.
Within your goddess presence I am lost
so deep within the dance that binds our joy,
we whirl in Luna's light your lips on mine
in fervent love we’re waltzing in the stars.
Ethereal and lyrical we are
our magic on this night is heaven sent,
what wondrous thrills we glide on melodies
oh, lustrous love is here within our reach.
We strum each other our sweet music lush;
our beings are the instruments of love,
ascending heights your touch is taking me
in supernova waltz among the stars.
Michael P. Clarke and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
January 11, 2019
~ Poem Of The Day ~
January 13, 2019
*Special Note*: It is a tremendous honor and my great pleasure to share in this wonderful recognition with my talented collaborator, Michael P. Clarke.
Michael, thank you for initiating this beautiful piece and inviting me to waltz with you among the stars. Your brilliant inspiration led the way to our lovely dance.
Congratulations, my dear friend, Michael.
No pen in the hand of writing thought
Here every page of day feeds me a lot
Golden butterflies are flying over there
Before the evening dark falling sheer
Teen girls are busy in the badminton game
In dreamy selfie with kids some of them
Along with the sun outside is becoming silent
Stays empty the field alongside the rail lines
From the minaret holy words of azan is coming
Awaken in me the smell that another day is going
Every life keeps going on in this way trip
Where true confidence changes into a belief
Though no belief I have, yet I pray to the Almighty
Belief is a true collaborator of confidence only
07.11.2020 Chattogram
'Twas not long ago, I did retire -
Time for me to regroup.
And like a buzzing fly, I fell into
A bowl of Poetry Soup!
My IT job did not prepare me.
Artistically, I'm a dupe.
My reading list has only Dr. Suess.
Don't scoop me from Poetry Soup!
My greatest influence, I must say,
Is the brilliant Betty Boop.
I would surely like to swim with her
In some Poetry Soup!
If you're wondering, you'll soon find out
Just how low I will stoop
To find a rhyming word that I can use
Here on Poetry Soup!
Perhaps, writing poetry will help me,
My marbles to recoup.
If so, I'll save on therapy bills
On good 'ol Poetry Soup!
I don't just joke, Joe, I can write like Poe,
In one ghastly fell swoop!
Oh boy, did I really frighten you
On scary Poetry Soup?
If I want to learn about poetic forms,
Right here I get the scoop,
And I can get help and feedback too
Here on Poetry Soup!
I even found a collaborator,
I kept her in the loop,
We made a delicious recipe, called
Gumbo Poetry Soup!
Poems of others, also make it nice
To belong to this group,
And so, I'm a lifetime member of
Glorious Poetry Soup!
My Dearest most beloved Lenore,
five eternal seconds in your eternal realm.
A micro-second of eternity in solitude,
a lonely old poet is at the helm.
Without His love, His peace, His guidance,
he is lost, sailing from shore to shore
cruising the vast expanse of heavens tranquil,
sapphire blue ocean in search of my love, Lenore.
God exhales, His breath the wind,
whispering I give to you, Lenore for all eternity
The Savior, the Son, the One gives His blessing for eternity.
I am here on God’s gift to mankind,--
EARTH-- and alternate to your eternal home.
I do hope that God in His magnitude,
in His glory will accept this eternal poem.
5 Seconds of Eternity is all it takes to
read the poems of the poet’s heartfelt writings.
5 Seconds of Eternity to see my Heavenly,
Angelic, wife Lenore Heavenly Sightings.
God opens His eyes in one the image of my soul,
the other sweet Lenore for all eternity.
Jesus’ eyes, so full of compassion He gives
her soul to me, my love Lenore for all eternity.
5 Seconds of eternity, we love again,
we write again, Heavenly bliss for all eternity.
5 Seconds of eternity, for the last time as
separate entities we share a kiss for all eternity.
5 Seconds of eternity, I patiently
waited for my beloved Lenore.
5 Seconds are up, our hearts
and souls entwine through eternity forever,
we soar with our love, forever and always -
Dedicated to my collaborator & Editor :: RHODA GALGIANI
**THE MAN AND THE PEANUT**
Who was George Washington Carver?, black educator and scientist;
and maybe even some crimes he tried to abolish;
Then he devoted special attention to agriculture development;
From the sweet potatoes;
He developed things like dyes,
from clay,
to dandelions,
to tomatoes;
Making paints from cattle manure;
Making that he was more sure-of;
The Peanut he saved;
His artwork in the many painted pictures he had made;
~
**The Man and The Peanut**
Who was George Washington Carver that black man and the peanut;
He who helped bring the world's agriculture development together but...
What of the Hawley Smoot tariff bills;
Dr. Carver appeared and the farmers said go to the hills;
Went but more he came to change the farmers will;
Went on to till it carried the tariff bill, even still;
Dr. Carver was "THE MAN AND THE PEANUT"
His many all night experiments put him in a bit of a rut;
He was made Collaborator in the BUREAU OF PLANT INDUSTRY, not then belonging to human ecology;
He was put in front of the broad of disease and mycology;
~
Yes!, Dr Carver was "THE MAN AND THE PEANUT"
OH, and he was sometimes called the original peanut man;
But thought they tried to put him down, he always did what he could and;
Those COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES IN TUSKEGEE ran... a rush;
The peoples of the town made there number one man a bronze bust;
Yes!! This original Mr. Planters Son;
Near the end was a member of the Royal Society of Arts in London;
(Bet you didn't know) Now that GEORGE WASHINGTON CARVER never was sworn, to live a life of defilement;
But sometime the world wonders where the famous man and the peanut:
by _)@mes /__ee
10/12/70
Written words by James Edward Lee©1970, 2019
Written @ North High School 1970 for Class assignment