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Moth
In a kingdom full of ants
The splendid spider spidering
Deep into that darkness frogging
Death shall bring candlefish
It threw its ghost against the grubs
Deep into that darkness frogging
Death shall bring candlefish
It threw its ghost against the grubs
That moment my soul grew chafer
Through which came flying, flying, flying
How they were implying, solidifying - applying
I felt compelled to sniff the goldeneyes
And its eyes have all the leaping
That bound spathe - that bound spathe
I crave the thundering, thrusting tussock moth
I threw my bagworm upon the floor
I am shorn of my swath
And so I screamed, 'Is that a mediterranean flour moth?'
Deep into that darkness arcing
I heard a ferny, bouncing pluming
I discovered the mildews
That overhead spring - that overhead spring
They are perfumed from unseen ling
But in the fact that it was growling
Still is extolling, still is extolling
Long I stood there blossoming, strolling
And so you came gently swishing
Eagerly I looked for the worms
That thriving, thriving touting
Take thy expanse from out my heart
You warned me about the black art
Wafting and wafting with my tiger moth
While I pondered, incipient and wroth
There stood an addled troth
What could there be more purely loath?
While I pondered, shan and wroth
Plume - plume - plume!
Fluttering in the dusk and dark
The moth
4/9/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Cold is the wind in Europe
It is a stormy evening brown leaves flying in the storm, they a
re dank and slimy, torn from the tree with no home to call
their own. I`m thinking of Macron, the president of France
He is extolling globalisation, I`m a nationalist I come from
a country that has naturally evolved has its own culture and
an unspoken agreement on how people should perform.
We don`t want a global nation with one culture one language,
one thought as dictated by a newspaper owned by the globalists.
It has been tried before under the dictatorship of Stalin.
Macron is, in the words of Oscar Wilde:” Deep down he is
a shallow thinker.”
Migrants are welcomed in my country if the can blend be as us
and not a confused mob demanding changes in the way
we have accepted the system as it is.
Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon it could
be avoided by investing in the countries they hail from and
is political to sow discord in Europe.
We see how the USA a beacon democracy, has been turned
into a semi- tyranny helped by the opaque forces of Zionism
they want globalisation to serve their end that is to enslave
and bend us to their will.
The working class in Britain get it and the ditto Germans
to see the way their countries are going and protests
because of the know if this is not stopped a new war will
begin a war that can only benefit the Zionists.
Extolling rebirth, dreams pristine cajole,
Resurgence to tranquility of frozen knoll,
Longing verdant-realms to enliven its soul
Where wintry-decay exacted dreary toll.
When warmth glistens avid golden rays
Glinting gloominess of parched malaise,
Hope rejuvenates where prairies blaze
Reviving aspirations of despaired days.
Blossoming reveries of season restore
Winsome buzz of sprouting meadows,
Adorning nature-abloom brought to fore
Repristinating terrains withered in throes.
Chasing blue seas, buoyant rivers flow,
As dormant ambitions thaw glacial woe
And glances shimmer from smiles aglow
Lauding daffodils budding through snow.
When horizons fuchsia glimmer dawn,
Days sparkle vigor, affirming dull is gone,
And season’s revelry propagates again
Where flexing ebullience butterflies reign.
March 18, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Tempest gone, darkened skies have all blown past,
tho' blue grey dawn laughs at my feeble fist.
A knight's heart equanimity lost...
thrown now into these land mines I placed,
and doom of Middle Earth left forsaken.
Can you help me find the song's refrain once known..
those cherished, lilting tunes I held so dear?
or will you turn your head away from this pitiful Argonath?
Such misfortune I would not wish upon the lonely wraith..,
sinew and bone of my father bequeathed, still rests in beating heart,
though lesson'd by the extolling of the crowd.
Cast out the demon's eyes of little or no purpose,
show me the way to a land without exile.
Make all hast to drown sorrows of a forgotten time..
Dúnedain voices raised in unison.., tho' din of light now long gone.
Breath of the North
It comes from the north
Calling me to follow as it blows
Bringing scents of the hills and sea
Filling my soul and senses
Drawing me back to times
Past and some days ago
Yearning for sun sets glow
Across the firth where Dolphins play
Beneath the cliffs where seabirds go
And in the fields crops ripen and grow.
Fair blows the wind sighing
Extolling me to follow
Like a summer swallow
To where once grew a boy
Into a man to forget his toy
But blowing pain into the mind
Stravaig the paths and the wynds
Breathe in creations air
To find the boy within the man.
A.P.McIntyre 15/7/2012.
Winds were among first to notice
Fragrant air blowing fresh breeze
Stemming from your pristine vicinity
Extolling prospects of your visit,
Announced by the birds in flight
Message circulated far and wide
Into the emerging scenic twilight
Pushing far away the opaque skies,
Cotton clouds then adorned charm
Scattered in ways of scenic art form
In orange hues peeking from blue
Amid aerial vistas painted for you,
Sprinkling rays on mosaic colors
Layers of fabric spun florid display
Anxious for you to take your step
Into this arena of majestic stage,
But all that passion suddenly erased
Prompting egress of darker motifs
When sun plunged below horizon,
Dismayed that you never showed up.
April 12, 2018
Placed first in contest 515 by Brian Strand
With just one glance her enchanting smile won
Cadence of his heart crooning: she was the one
And fairy-tale of sweethearts had thus begun
Stealing stealthily the missives of alluring eyes
Gawking sundown on ebullient magenta skies
Welcoming newfound tempo passions bestow
In temple of his soul where halos of love glow.
Tethered to that moment strums song of yore
Serenading love, lauding memories sublime,
Extolling moment divine, firmly etched in time,
Never conquered since, nor tendered before,
Pulsing strings of hearts its rhythms now implore
Gilded autumns of fervor to forever blaze ardor
As melodies romantic soar, warbling evermore.
Years have traversed, yet, he treasures that smile
Eloquent in her style, as sensuous eyes beguile,
While tolling bells of fate blissful hymns chime:
Oh! how one sweet moment became a lifetime,
Neither shall it wither, nor fade from its prime;
This moment divine, now memorialized in time~
Tethered to it journeys, his blessed life sublime.
August 30, 2021
Poem of the week on September 5, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 6 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Tethered To A Moment
Beyond boundaries, beyond humdrum of human race,
Beyond provinces mundane, among mysteries of space,
There is a realm of thriving wonderment, an idyllic place,
A place of peace and goodwill, hosting heavenly grace,
Where pavements glittering gold beautify every street
Surrounding ornate, walled, mega-mansions of elite,
Where people garbed in fabled attire gather and greet
Grooving to exotic melodies, extolling tempo upbeat,
Echoing sounds of mirth celebrating Shangri-La aglow
Reveling on prairies and streams, glinting angelic glow,
On pristine banks of paradise where rivers of elixir flow
Blossoming beauty of Eden, gardens utopian bestow.
There we meet, relishing dreams, musing in our fairy-tale,
Beyond drudgery, beyond worries, beyond mortal pain,
Lauding courtesies of nirvana fantasies mythical unveil
Elated in enchantment of exhilarating, paradisal domain,
Ecstatic of your fervid stance, inviting fervor of romance,
Caressing embrace of love holding me close to your heart
Proffering gestures esoteric in seductive tease of glance
Synchronizing beats-melodic, passions euphoric impart.
Blessed recipient of God’s loving kindness*, my grateful soul, redeemed from sin-condemnation, now blissfully abides in His goodness. With the Lord’s graciousness, my worshipful heart basks in adoration-praise, exalting Him, extolling His mercy. Having been granted forgiveness through the sacrifice of the compassionate Saviour, my quickened spirit seeks to please HIM by faith to love HIM foremost, and to show loving kindness to others, striving to put into practice the Scriptural truth, “…Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.” As such, I continue to yield myself to the Almighty as His vessel to offer hope while sharing the Gospel of redemption. It is then my commitment to serve as a surrogate Mom to abandoned children in the orphanage, volunteer my services as a teacher, involve in life-building pursuits, and write from the heart, exuding divine grace. Amidst these, I pray for genuine selfishness to prevail as my flesh is tempted to brag of helpfulness in the guise of altruistic fortitude.
God’s lovingkindness
freely reached down to my heart---
thus, my hands reach-out.
Jeremiah 9:24 But let him that glorieth glory in this, that he understandeth and knoweth me, that I am the LORD which exercise lovingkindness, judgment, and righteousness, in the earth: for in these things I delight, saith the LORD.
August 17, 2021
2nd place, "Kindness" Haibun Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 8/21/2021.
Keeper of my faith’s flame
I seek, oh God, Your revival fire…
make my spiritual endeavors ablaze
kindling love against apathy’s coldness
as you nourish me with sizzling blessings’ bounty.
Keeper of my servanthood-flame
I need, great Lord, Your might of fiery power
as my dedication is exposed to broiling tests
debilitating me from roasting trials
midst pressures of ministerial challenges.
Keeper of my life-building flame
I come to You, dear Saviour, for holy purifying
to burn doubt, unbelief, selfishness, pride
with my yearning to be heated up from indolence
making me effective in labouring with compassion.
Keeper of my prayer flame
I trust You, Christ Jesus, to keep on igniting my soul
to draw nigh to You with supplication-earnestness
expressing requests’ sighs and needs’ angst
anticipating for answers’ delight.
Keeper of my worship flame*
I exalt You, Almighty King
midst Your heavenly warmth of shimmering bliss
while I sing hymns of earnest gratitude
extolling You with beaming triumph-praise*!
*Revelation 2:18 … These things saith the Son of God, who hath his eyes like unto a flame of fire, and his feet are like fine brass.
March 16, 2022
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 29" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 3/27/2022.