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Heavy laden this mix of rain and early March snow
listing in the wind down to the un-expecting earth below.
At first, a barely visible mix, cold and chilling throws
where once peeking daffodils and tulips grow.
A tease set deep upon the earth
when spring was thought to be rebirthed
but now comes the wind, the chill, the bitter cold
blinding white scenes of stories of old.
Children will remember this
where ice and snow chiseled an icy kiss
and footholds are carefully tread
beneath the trees snapped and widely spread.
A flash of light, untethered blue
followed by thundered rumbled stew
snow thunder heralds loud and through
the fall of eight inch drifts accrued.
March surprise, entered in like a lion glidinf
storm adventures brewing undenying
wait for the warm, chill factor disappearing
spring will return with blessings more endearing.
I be clothed in the mindset
Of this world, this earth;
Thinking muddingly, thoughts of dirt;
Meaningful coincidence connected with my flit;
I left my thought process;
Crossed on the line;
Was in sinful bliss;
Now that I’ve crossed the line;
I be clothed in a new mindset;
Thinking not of earthen things;
Clothed in a new mindset, heavenly;
Now calm, reasonable, and sane;
Thinking in new thoughts with a new brain;
Not of flesh but of spirit;
Now soul purposeful and endearing;
Father teach us to set our minds and keep them set
Focused on the things above those the heavenly things
Not on things that are on the earth
Which have only temporal value and you do that
Going to live and experience the promises of God Hallelujah
I left my thought process;
Crossed on the line;
Was in sinful bliss;
Now that I’ve crossed the line;
I be clothed in a new mindset;
Thinking not of earthen things;
Clothed in a new mindset, heavenly;
I be clothed in the mindset
Of this world, this earth;
Thinking muddingly, thoughts of dirt;
Meaningful coincidence connected with my flit;
I be now clothed in my right mind
10/25/24
James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Pure magic, the August night the day Moon Fairy sat on Fossil Moon.
Aquamarine eyes slowly closed as she began playing dolphins swoon.
Diamond stars began to prance around her in a lovely endearing way.
Her song was uplifting and enlightening, bringing about a sense of play.
The dark waters of the world below began to open up and gently sing.
Music honored April eve, and bringing a sense of beginning spring.
Other cosmos stopped to listen, for the song was endearing and pretty.
The dolphins nodded their snouts and laughed, for they were truly witty.
Moon sofa she was sitting on was lulled into a wonderfully lull sleep.
Secrets that came flowing from her flute were glowing and quite deep.
Moon Fairy’s translucent wings rested gently on her moon sofa sweet.
The night was magical and pure, a combination that could not be beat.
Evening cosmos smiled as they listened to the magical flute play.
Mysteriously, tens of galaxies heard it from many light years away.
Moon Fairy, in her own world, playing her flute the best she could.
No idea how powerful her music was on a world, doing so much good.
Abounding in seemingly infinite activities for actualization
Bards are we, bestowed with busyness beyond poetry writing’s best
Chores of caring await like being coaches, cheerers, counselors
Duty-bound, we can do these or that and such with diligence…
Earnest in our roles as parents and family members, ever-endearing
Fulfilling entrusted assignments along faithfulness fortitude
Guards, governors, guides … glowing in goodness
Helping, healing, hoisting hearts upon hope’s herald…
Influencing against impossibility’s impact
Joy-sharers while journeying with jubilation
Kindness’ sowers, as well as instructors of knowledge
Loving, leading, learning along the light…
Managers, merchandisers, or ministers
Nourishing talents and gifts, knocking off negligence
Open to development opportunities
Planting, praying, pursuing toward prosperity
Quitting not to live in contentment’s quietude…
Reconciliators or reconcilers, rejoicing for relationship restoration
Singers or perhaps speech makers, truth --- spreading
Triumphantly testifying with thanksgiving*
Upholders of righteousness in our undertakings
Voicing out vigilantly against violence…
Worshipers while watchers of grand children (soon) ... wisely
Xylophone players maybe, while basking under bliss of xanadu
Yearning for yields with strength of youthfulness
Zealously we zoom to accomplish much midst passionate zest.
*2Corinthians 9:11 Being enriched in every thing to all bountifulness, which causeth through us thanksgiving to God.
"Double Abecedarian" with the 26 lines' first and last words beginning letters from A to Z, amidst internal alliteration
November 28, 2020
2nd place, "Where do we poets go?" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 11/29/2020.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Still Poetry - An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry from Around the World Paperback – January 1, 2022 by Inc. Arczis Web Technologies (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
From the yonder hazy horizon the blue hills
cascaded down the emerald landscape
in rhapsodic rhythmic rolling waves.
Its contours carved for my hamlet its shape,
where once was cradled my endearing home,
in the mesmerizing nature’s bounty.
The flotilla of cotton clouds would roam,
making pristine celestial scene soaring high
upon the curved canvas of the cerulean sky.
A silvery stream glided with sparkling splendor,
surged with the glistening charm of liquid pearl,
flowed with the flamboyant facade bright.
On its rippling water outside the gentle whirl,
I sailed paper boats tinged with colors of rainbow.
I saw these glide wobbling in the current’s curl.
On these to a distant fantasy land,
I imagined immersed within teenage dream,
my unbound mariner mind would someday go.
The boats from obscurity I can’t redeem,
for with the receding ebb the sands of time flee
beyond the horizon sinking with the sunset dream.
Those childhood moments are priceless to me,
in twilight hours the child within me still perceives.
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December 28, 2022
Contest : Priceless
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
I made a scrumptious chocolate birthday cake just for you
My only wish, I could deliver it, across the pond to you!
For two years straight, you stood behind me daily.
A trophy, you do deserve, not one day, but three
hundred sixty five, times two, for contacting by
comment or soup mail, you never failed me!
Such a unique poet you are, and endearing, indeed,
to so many.
Love, peppered with humility and peace, are on
your agenda daily.
Tom, you've gone way out of your way,
When I felt abysmally, horribly dismayed!
You are wise, like a philosopher, to recognize the real
poets here, from the phony.
And run from those, who post pure, arrogant baloney.
I wish you health and happiness for so many years.
Wish we could all go to a pub, raise a pint and wish
you happiness, with loving, poetic cheers!
Hugs from the USA,
Panagiota
2/16/2021
We haven't talked in quite a while
I miss your sweet endearing smile
And our daily conversations
That were greatly stimulating
Did I do something to annoy
My best friend and caring boy
If I did I'm really sorry
Its getting me scared to worry
I'm losing you more and more
Please don't close your hearts door
On our friendship that's been broken
Look inside again and open
Up yourself and let me in
So we can start new again
I can't stand one more bad though
Everyday is a fight fought
To get you back in my heart
It's hurting me to be apart
From a friend I've known so long
I want to know what went wrong
Between us that can't be fixed
Don't say it's the end of this
Friendship because I will die
Tears of sorrow I will cry
If this bond can't be re-glued
You'll see me in a saddened mood
Every day until I hear
I miss you very much my dear
And get a hug big and tight
Letting back in friendships light
She wakes up in a padded room
in an asylum on a hill.
A half a mile from civilization,
spirits loom with an ominous chill.
A skilled
professional in a white cape,
draped,
over casual attire.
enters the room.
A well mannered man, smooth
endearing,
compassionate,
or so he seemed to be.
in this chemically induced
dream.
Screams,
trapped in her mind.
the silent kind.
he leans over her mid-section
it is medication time.
Twisting, fighting
to escape her own mind.
Where is that man in the red bow tie?
She lays alone, drugged,
dull,
a lifeless look in her eye.
slightly crying.
Where am I?
Still fighting.
Blurred vision , diminishes.
she walks with a lean.
Headaches, a redundant punishment.
No longer looming in this dream.
To be continued!!!
11/07/09
Name withheld until contest is over
Let me go on collecting the jewels of joy to adorn your soul
Let me tirelessly take out the paste out of sandalwood to heal the blisters on your tired feet
Let me solemnly invite the cool sea breeze to wipe the sweat of your slaved life
Let me get the roistering rain drop to radiate a spectrum of lively colors out of your buried wishes
I went on saying...
Let me pluck the star from the magic wand in the fairy's hand to add gloss to your downcast dreams
Let me steal the amity between the young lovers to infuse passion in the fictional album of your love life.
Let me replace the spiked stones in your rocky path with jasmines and lillies.
Let me give a tea break to your body clock that has been running restlessly for ages.
She pinned her ears to all that I said
She smoothed her face showering a beam on what she heard
She shared her couch with me and offered a warm kiss on my forehead
She set to put her wishes forth after I ceased to spearhead
Her wondrous wishes astonished me
She proffered..
Give me the minute hand of your busy 24hr clock
Set aside one page of your elegant day's enthusiastic book
Sprinkle the perfume of your happiness on my tender ageing heart
Devote a corner seat in your daedalian decision room
I now realised..
All she wanted to comfort herself was..
My smile,
My happiness,
My laughter,
My success,
My glory,
My hug
and a few endearing words everyday.
Neither a crown nor a castle will make her happy
She delights your moment's attention towards her, so put aside your luring lappy.
cold ogre universe
engulf tender stars
spit out the bones-see the sparks...
everyone looks toward the sky
says how pretty they are
complimenting the slaughter
how endearing and naive.
Pot black sky means the ogre is idling,
fattened by star fillets, it sleeps.
New stars are born,
honed with their shine
but when the ogre awakens
the bone sparks will fly
once again-
Birth and slaughter
hungry and satiated
pinwheels of time
turns oasis to wasteland:
This is the natural course of things,
purity always ravaged
by green-toothed savage
while the masses chew on
the cool glass
of indifference...
whispering bloody-lipped to the ID,
"glad its not me."
how endearing and stupid
can these IDiots be.