Long Embellishments Poems
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"Bring Me Wine,Myrrh and My Sweetheart Daughter Anabella,
My Little Anabella Loves To Listen To The Voice Of Salome,Her Lyre and Her
Happy Serenade..
Tell My Scribes To Be Fast About Compiling The Exploits Of Their King In His
Last Battle Campaign..What Is a King Without An Updated Chronicle..
Send In My Little Prince For His Voice As He Reads Through His Texts Of
Poetry..Lures The King His Father To a Closer Salient Walk With The gods..
Tell The War Generals To Give Me A detailed Brief of Our Next Campaign.."
At Morn..
"Send In The Finest Of Thy Young Warriors..So I can Test My Stealth In The Very
Face Of Battle and Danger...
What Have Young Men Turned Themselves into..So Lazy,Wanton and Unmanly..
Off My Sight Before I Seek Thy Skulls This Very Instant..
(In Privacy With The Head Warrior)..Oh! Sarskaas Your Young Boys Are one of the
Best in The Region My Training Sessions Are Truelly Refreshing..Tell this not to
them Lest you build the Fruits of Pride and Treachery in their Young Minds..
Do Usher in My Seductive Belles to Show Off Their Waists in Acts of
Poetry,Dance and Linguistic Body Embellishments..."
At Noon..
"You The Dreaded Most Notorious KING Of the Valley..A Demi god,Invincible and
Indestructible..As I Speak Kiss The Sole Of My Feet and eat this dish of Camel
Dung mixed with fine desert sand..
Ax-Man when he finishes his dessert Bring me his Head on My 'Royal Golden
Skull-Dish'..
Usher in the Wise Men of the South..For I want to converse with them in this
same spirit of Saliency..
Stuff the roast Calf portions with a lot of herbs and Spices..You well know its the
Obsession of the Men from The south.."
At Sundown..
"Usher in the different contingents of Musicians to Entertain my Salient Guests...
Wrap My 'Lotus Fumes' Quickly so I can Smoke this Life's Troubles Aways..And
See Through the One Eye of the gods in Solemnity and Blissful Thinkings,
Head Eunuch Do Send A Servant to The Harem..He Should Tell My Queens to
get A-Ready For Their Lord is in Good Shape for Royal Rumbles and More..
Oh! My Faithful Knights your War plans were excellent..Go Now Enjoy and Excite
your souls as much..Retain your honour and have the War at the Back Of your
Minds..
Depart In Peace..Many A-Waists in The Harem are Restless..
I go in to Satisfy My Very Own.."
Welcome Again To The World Of That Certain King..
1) haiku* untitled:
october winds
of scattered maple leaves
~ handwritten poems
2) a three-line poem titled:
OF AUTUMN LEAVES AND ALL
a three-line poem is open to free verse, alliteration or rhyme
October winds wakening the muse within the silence of each mime
advice to all that if you can’t do the time don’t do the crime
3) a free verse poem titled:
SO LONG AGO
in the flurry of October winds
the dance of scarlet maple leaves
reminded me of how I loved you so
*HAIKU RULES
I joined a national Haiku club to discover they are sticklers for rules and there are MANY MANY haiku rules ~ HAIKU is exactly the opposite of free verse in every possible way ~
In a nutshell ~ haiku are supposed to be observations of a moment in nature without embellishments, no passing judgment, no use of fantasy or abstract concepts. It's basically two simple ideas with a ‘turn’ that is essential: it's almost like the punchline of a joke but haiku is not really meant to be funny per se.
Here is an informal list of HAIKU GUIDELINES:
1. 5-7-5 is the max syllable count – “haiku should be read in one breath” so there can be less syllables per line.
2. ALWAYS NATURE-related with usually reference to 1 of the 4 seasons: spring, summer, fall, winter.
3. OFTEN the ‘turn’ is on the second line (takes the reader in another direction).
4. NO unnecessary capitalization.
5. NO title (if you must, use first word(s) of haiku).
6. NO unnecessary punctuation at end of lines.
7. NO use of abstract concepts (must be concrete).
8. NO personification.
9. NO unnecessary adjectives or adverbs.
10. NO full sentences: it’s a poem of few words with much left unsaid.
11. NO use of fantasy.
12. NO similes allowed.
13. NO explanation of haiku in last line.
14. NO heavy emotional words (should be felt not read).
15. MUST have a feeling of the present moment (NO past or future).
16. MUST be more than a description.
17. MAX 2 ideas (scenery + thought).
18. Rare use of I, you or we.
Sometimes we love what we created and it goes against many of the haiku rules ~ there's nothing wrong with creating “haiku-like” poems, they can be quite effective… we just should not call them ‘haiku’.
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on May 19, 2021
For years when my wife was sponsoring forensic groups
Tasked me with "judging" high school oral presentations,
[The most difficult thing I was called upon to do]
Each youngster gave it their best and all were very good
Rules said I was to hand out the high scores to the best
Writing critiques why they did not place--to all the rest.
At PS, I consider some poems from poets
Who present some exceptional, fine verses for me
In contests where I have laid out expectations, and
Waited for what would appear in my contest section,
I do not consider it my place to "judge" these works
To decide winners--the order I like from all the rest.
I lean toward pieces written to formats chosen
I am partial to the rhyming and flow of the lines
I put aside poems which do not follow the rules,
Poor spelling, poor grammar, inanity disappoints
The cream of the crop are left and, I am proud to say,
The cream always rises to the top--from all the rest.
Not personally knowing poets showing their wares
I know something about them by reading their verses
I am stricter on those who have great gifts of writing
More disdainful of those who fill their verses with fluff
If your poem shows not on my "chosen poem list"
Consider your presentation--then, from all the rest!
I like reading simple words easy to understood
I am not impressed needing dictionary at hand
I like brevity, not words scattered over the page
Good poems stand alone without fine embellishments
They must not ramble, cover more than a single theme
It is most successful if it rises higher than--all the rest.
I "judge" poems like editors are apt to "judge" mine
Harsh, if necessary, but honest, don't kill my muse
I know when I have sent out poems below standard
So, it is our mission to always present our best
Submitting pieces of writing--best will always do
If your poem tops my list—was better than the rest!
The Bible clearly states "we should not judge, lest..." I know
Truth is, we are judged ev'ry day, whatever we sow
If your poem doesn't list—it has somewhere else to go.
Written April 23, 2021
My "FAKE" Genealogical Knighthood
Unbeknownst to me if royal
gilded crests comprised
my rusty dust caked coat of arms
hence, I take liberty successfully farms
productive crop to contrive fictitious
Medieval Age forebears
with favorable charms
strong agile hands
hurling crude accouterments
centuries prior to invention of firearms,
which weapons (of mass sieve construction)
privy to proto gendarmes,
this inventiveness of mine conjures
courageous knights in shining armor,
perhaps monogrammed,
hammered chain metal,
nonetheless such endeavor quite a chore
where love's labors not lost,
viz hub bully accepting, condoning,
and employing embellishments extempore,
whereby solar rays alight,
flickr, and glint glore
re: us astral motifs, the stellar
craftsmanship one (even a poor,
indigent destitute beggar
like yours truly)
could not ignore
exquisite baldric, exotic, and heraldic
trappings incorporating magical lore
aesthetically pleasing
fascinating, and appealing to one poor
uneducated disheveled rhapsodic bohemian
incumbent jibber jabbering, hallucinating,
and fancying deplorable basket case to restore
himself, the legitimate true heir,
who could double as
courtly jesting troubadour,
whose slain grand papa Aaron Harris
violently ousted during Uber Vodafone War
constitutes dreamy gotcha your
attention fabricated and
facilitated to Zoar,
an actual ancient city
anachronistically inserted here
thanks to Lot, whose Biblical reference
Google made me aware,
which ye probably care
nary a fig about, but
placename linkedin mere
to allow, enable and provide bare,
lee tenuous appeal dare
ring me to trump
poetic formality near
rolly returning full circle (one tough Job)
manufacturing prevarication
recounting "FAKE" heir
essentially envisioning, imagining,
and jimmying gallant
high in the saddle career
timeless lifeline chess piece
of centuries gone by
enshrouded with reverence by this air
rent considerably less provocative
then missives by Baudelaire.
Ephemeral Recollections of the Passage of Time
Ephemeral recollections of the passage of time
General inspections of a population in decline
Congenital directions of a genealogy in scientific refine
Perennial distortions of a perspective in pure mime
Elegant notions of a theory on entropy
Pertinent commotions of what the third eye can truly see
Innocent devotions about what it’s like to live in poverty
Malcontent emotions over what it means to be truly free
Singular visions for the indiscriminately proud
Angular decisions as you power through the crowd
Rectangular incisions on the throats of the politically loud
Perpendicular divisions as the dead are placed into their shrouds
A cacophony forming at the base of a mountain range
The topography calling out the wierd and indiscriminately strange
The cartography of the wicked and the fundamentally derranged
The anthropology of society and what it means to be defamed
Litigious corporate lawyers claiming their money on the side
Ambitious politicians out for what they cannot hide
Pernicious inhibitions of a man enslaved by pride
The vicious extraditions of those who just jumped on for the ride
Enlightening notions of the concepts of spiritual awakening & transcendence
Frightening potions of imposition and rememberance
Lightening bolts of intuition and incendiary elegance
Siphoning jolts of inhibition as we see through the embellishments
Contaminated water and superficial elements of decay
The celebrated quarter of what it means to have your say
The inundated distorter of truth among the games that we play
The contentious border of Ukranian land on international display
We walk this earth in discontent and observation of the crimes
And give a wide girth to the consequence of the symbol of the times
But what we have learned in the enlightened abstinence has created pure refine
And what we’ve earned in the brightened elegance, as we proudly step out of line
There was a horrible fire in my
house not too long ago-
Everything burned to ashes and
in the garbage I had to throw
many valuable things that
meant the world to me,
but there was one thing that
could be replaced in reality.
I’ve made scrapbooks for over
twenty years or more,
pictures and embellishments
of my family I adore.
Letters and post cards from
vacations I have taken,
and when I saw the rubble a
whole new outlook had awakened.
I used to think these things
could never be replaced,
but the more I pondered,
I came to a conclusion with grace.
See what has been burned
can be mine no more,
but it allowed me to start fresh
gathering more pictures than before.
A camera can be replaced as well
as a book of fond memories,
and when I look into the future
that is not all that I see.
A person who dies cannot be
replaced with someone else,
but I could always create new
scrapbooks to place upon my shelf.
Memories are not only on
photo paper, but in your heart,
and with my brand new camera
and printer is where I did start.
I took a new perspective on my
life and what I had in store,
freed myself from the loss of pictures
and replaced my mantel with more.
I never thought I could live without
twenty years of scrapbooks,
but in the end it was a way to
start over so this new road I took.
Replacing my life could never happen
but one lesson I have learned,
that letting-go and moving on is
something that is earned.
Agree with me or not but
I know this to be true...
The photos of my life can
be reprinted...
...with beautiful
scrapbooks of new.
Someone, or Something, Replaceable - Poetry Contest
March 26, 2017
growing up,
s/he had been told that
“the eyes were the windows to the soul” &
as quickly as these things inevitably happen,
s/he decided for her/himself that this “soul” thing
was strictly a matter of imagination,
knowing full well that one had about as much of a chance in attaining such a thing
as one did throwing up fists full of sand into the mouth
when having thought only a moment ago,
the oasis was in fact a pool of clear light-greenish blue aqua---
then sitting in the corner of a quiet library,
one closes their eyes after reading bataille &
attempts the way to illustrate the artistry
the aurora borealis
the reflecting of moon beams &
the mirror-imagining of all vastly interesting shades of light
found in the iris of another
trouve dans la taille d'un autre grand les yeux,
how such wonder is harder to describe for those that don’t attribute everything to a
dreamt up imaginary friend---
for her/him,
even drawing the eyes of the one whose face they cannot free from their mind,
does not calm or bring comfort in the least &
the nonbeliever wants desperately to sum up what it is
that pulls them in,
what this other human being has within what seems like a purely
aesthetic
manifestation---
after all, they are only eyes, no?
with poetry, whipped up words,
one tries to bring their feelings to the surface
with song, with melody, with instruments & electronic embellishments,
one tries to impress, one tries to bring forth the wonder that another has
provoked within them,
certainly with paints, with the visual arts, with everything from great conversation to
a walk in the park
one takes the journey even further
still trying to come to terms with how they became so very
wrapped up in the magnificent allure of another’s
eyes.
and we cannot look away
and we cannot look away
and we cannot look away.
TRUTH. One word, is it possible to have several meanings?
Can truth be multifaceted? Can it be molded into the shape we require it to be ?
Jesus loves me, this I know
For the bible tells me so.
Millions and millions of people believe this is the truth
Millions and millions of people believe this is not the truth.
Truthfully, truth depends where you are standing.
When this contest is judged,
Many will think their poem is better than the winning poem.
Many will side with judge and agree with the decision.
Truth?
What more validation of the belief in truth, than a suicide bomber, defending what he believes is truth and offering his life for it?
Truth
“Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense,” said Buddha.
Does Truth depends on where you stand?
World media today, cant all be truth. Contradictions are rife. Do we know if any of it is truth? How is it possible to know?
Truth has become an individual mindset. No Expert doctrine can positively give you the answers you seek, because contradictions and alternative proposals always seem to exist.
There IS A TRUTH to everything. What actually happened, the way and time it happened is the truth, but this truth may have been clouded with misinformation so many times, the truth becomes distorted and eventually buried. Is truth a phenomena of by gone days? It cant be captured and put in a jar for prosperity. Memories fade, truth can be twisted to suit the tellers purposes. Innuendo and embellishments can be added. Perspective of what is seen, heard and witnessed can play a part.
There can only be one complete whole truth. Is truth a dying art?
Out of the pot of Nature's Heritage we were created.
The taste of originality to savor, such novelty to behold.
Fearfully and wonderfully adorned with a spirit nurtured as a replica of our being.
A magnificent culture of beauty who have under-taken as a task,
In the misconception of thousand ways to keep such aesthetics alight.
Rather than lived out the beauty of our souls,
Focusing on the weightier matters, are fastened on outward frivolities.
Baked earth marked with easy simplicity and freedom from artificiality.
Rather left a congenital appearance to be remarked, remodeled and redesigned with embellishments.
Who can find a virtuous woman, for her price is far above rubies.
Consider the great beauty in the heart of the Queen of many Queens.
One of Esther, a fair and beautiful maid of whom the royal crown was placed upon her head.
Bore and carried upon her shoulder the pains and burdens of her people, travailed much but overcame.
Abigail, a woman of good understanding and a beautiful countenance with graciousness,
Averted the mischief wrought by Nabal her churlish husband.
Reflect on the beauty of the courage Deborah seised, serving as a judge to the Lord's people.
Fought in the face of danger as Sisera was sold into her hands.
Contemplate the amount of love Tabitha a woman full of good works and alms-deed possessed,
That even at death her folks would rather she lived again than lay helpless to death.
Ex-cogitate the excellency of the fulfillment of everlasting covenant,
The lord established through a seed from the barren womb of Sarah.
Ruminate over the determination of a virtuous Ruth,
From a low estate Mary, blessed among all women of whose seed is the king of kings.
A chew-over ambit an acquisition of a quintessential perspective.
MERRY CHRISTMAS by James Edward Lee Sr. & the Corinthian
Christmas comes but once a year;
But in my heart Christ is always here;
Merry Christ must never stop;
He's always forever should be in our hearts;
Family arrives at the homes;
of their different loved ones;
But in there embellishments;
We should all confess;
Turn ourselves to Christ;
And not resist;
Let us put the Christ back in Christ;
Let us put the Christ back in Christ;
Let us put the Christ back in Christ;
for the real meaning of Christmas is Christ;
Christmas comes but once a year;
But in my heart Christ is always here;
Merry Christ must never stop;
He's always forever should be in our hearts;
For it's not about the Christmas trees;
Not about what you gifted and bought me;
Even tho it's nice the material things
I'd rather have Jesus and God and my soul eternally saved;
In my life in my life the greatest gift
Of all is life-in Christ
But in the embellishments;
We should all confess;
Turn ourselves to Christ;
Christmas comes but once a year;
But in my heart Christ is always here;
Merry Christ must never stop;
He's always forever should be in our hearts;
And not resist;
Let us put the Christ back in Christ;
Let us put the Christ back in Christ;
Let us put the Christ back in Christ;
for the real meaning of Christmas is Christ;
Christmas gone now your back to work;
But don't let the Christ in you burn out;
Also go let your light daily/yearly shine bright unto the world;
For there's no time but all time
Keep your mind of Jesus, and then you'll be doing fine;
Every day is ..........Merry Christmas
12/01/17
from the "Christ Mass anthology"