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It began...
One day in a far off land where roamed the fearsome Chanticleer.
There lived a mighty military man of rank, if not of prowess.
He sought to tame the wily beast to bend it to his purpose
and dress its unsavory meat with secret herbs and spices.
And so it goes, the word was passed to every town and village,
to every man of strength and worth, "Come join our quest...
and feed the hungry children."
From far away the call was heard and answered by a chevalier,
who sought his fame and fortune.
He joined the ranks of other men to best the bird in battle,
and lead his hand to take a stand for all that's good and honored.
To journey long he caught a strong and fire breathing dragon,
shining bright its scales alight he flew for many hours.
The light grew dim as the beast gave in and landed on its talons.
Soft and round they touched the ground and squealed like pigs in fallow.
Alighting from the silvery beast and eager for the challenge,
he gathered with a band of knights at a local tavern
for a place to stay and to plan a way the beast to slay,
when he saw the king's young daughter.
He stared agog like a love sick dog as he laid his eye upon her,
exotic was she with her silken skin and gentle and elegant manner.
She looked at him and he saw her grin which took his breath away.
The princess sighed and winked her eye, a different beast she hunted
Her hair aglow in soft warm tones her golden eyes aflutter.
A spell she cast to lure her catch and imprison him in her dungeon.
The knight of old, his soul she stole, his quest was now forgotten.
And so it's told of a love so bold, a man's love for another,
Her hero now with a different vow, a new quest did he follow.
He asked the king,"May I give a ring, to your lovely daughter?"
The king agreed, eager was he, to find this girl a husband.
They moved away to a magical place, a kingdom unlike others,
where kids can play and sing all day and irritate their mothers.
Through many days both bright and grey they strove to love each other
Though times were hard they made their way, their problems just a bother
She bore for him, as time ticked on, two gentle loving daughters,
and there he stayed until old age as husband and as father.
...and they lived happily ever after.
09/16/15
I awake to the beautiful plaintive strains
Of a violin - then realize it’s just in my head
Just a dream - a shame to find
I’m in the hospital - same room - same bed
The monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall
Time, an indefinite progress of my existence
Time for my pills, time to call the nurse
Time not on my side, breaking down my resistance
After lunch a quick nap
Then the visiting hour I dread most of all
Seeing pity in their eyes, they wish me back
To what I was before my withdrawal
The world of music - my life - my love
The fame and fortune that once was mine
Exhilarating - Intoxicating, a wife at my side
With children sharing the Glory Divine
I lived it - I breathed it
Plucked at its very soul
The core of its existence in my hands
Like a faithful servant it played its role
I look at the painting on the wall
A feeling of Déjà vu enters it seems
I’ve seen this glade of lush green plants
And these sparkling bubbling streams
I remember drawing back watching afar
An Angel who danced in its midst
Who danced with wild abandon
Her hair that the sun had kissed
I remember wishing I could dance with her
With this Angel from above
A hundred birds would sing out loud
To watch us Dance to Love
But it’s just a painting - There’s no girl there
And I’m just a sick old man
Wallowing in my grief and sadness
Existing however best I can
What’s this I’m suddenly in the glade?
A young strong man once more
She has come for me, my Angel love
I leap - I twirl - I soar
The world I’ve left behind
Unshackled my attachments of
A hundred birds do sing out loud
To watch us Dance to Love
We dance with wild abandon
We dance without a care
With sun kissed skin our arms entwined
Wild flowers in our hair
Footnote:
We do not know for sure if my Father – who was a great violinist and classical musician, had imagined this story when he was a young man, when he chanced on a young girl dancing in the glade. It’s a story he told us many times and we loved to believe it.
I like to imagine a fitting finale to the first story, when his time came and have pictured it in this poem.
This story begins in my Poem arrangement 'Dance to Love - Part 1'
Before golden opportunity
(goes no argh hue mint
the way of Long John Silver)
doth fade and dwindle
not necessarily cuz the missus
did (NOT) bribe and swindle
an ambition (for nor rhyme nor reason)
arose to kindle...
Affectionate communication
employing (figurative) gambol
probably testing your patience
to decrypt me trademark ramble
essential crux of matter after
ye prune thorny verbiage,
metaphorical berry good bramble.
Methinks yar psyche slid into funk
cuz usual upbeat gregarious disposition
of late (June 26th, 2020)
analogous to reclusive monk
whose nonverbal body language
shrieks "LEAVE ME THE ƒµ©* ALONE"
lest recipient (in this case yours truly)
receives judicious suckerpunch
finding him landing - ouch
on his buttucks - kerplunk!
Nevertheless as one
mister misanthrope to another
who could pretend cavorting
as asinine make bull heave brother,
(or undergoing extreme makeover,
and stretching imagination voila
one garden variety generic beastie boy
rendered into... yup, your grandmother.
Hoop fully no unpleasant memory
doth suddenly unfold
linkedin to said very old
boot (moost likely)
long deceased family member
turned to dust commingled with auld
Lang syne amidst weathered tombstones,
markedly intact skeletons absent
any flesh o'the rear
some etched with hands folded in prayer
mausoleum enshrining even in death near
(think grim reaper kingly leer)
still provoking jeer
profligate (yet prolific) paperback writer heir
housing generations ghostly forebear
comprising your family tree, once... dear
father, mother, sister, brother, et cetera
who profusely guzzled beer.
No intent to induce fury if playful banter
loosed psychological trip wire
merely harmless ambition to deliver mirth
lobs strike out as decided
by just now summoned umpire
on the ball punning away without tire
greatly flattered if literary antics inspire
ye to pen memoirs,
which become New York Times
bestseller, thus countless clamoring demands
to serve as ghostwriter hire
prompt ye with fame and fortune
before thee doth exhale last breath and expire
when moments prior,
I while impersonating a squire
wished ye a cheery bon voyage.
Somewhere on the hardwood
Play grounders said you were good
Talent agent brought you indoors
They were really fir sure
In between the flashing lights
Gleaming and bright
Loud noises
Drowning out sociable voices
You were able to score
More and More
Traveling to different cites on a promotional sporting exhibition tour
Whether it was taking trains, planes or automobiles
You avoided the defensive steals
Moving a team from the land known for lakes
Franchise success deemed the spectacle not a fake
It was a city nicknamed angels
Fame and fortune façade had no danger
Ad mist the wild fiery glow
“It’s like you know”
A place where shaking ground could make one honestly state ‘it’s time to go’
Two or three points defined the scoring way
Navigating through the polluted gray
All done for contractual pay
For plastic
Making all these baskets
Or was the glamour true
Better than representing the red white and blue
Wearing 76er colors gold medal cool
Freedom has been under the microscopic test
Maybe it was our attitude touting ‘we are the best’
Everybody now sinks field goals in a bubble
Due to health care trouble
Staying six feet apart
Following rules from the CDC chart
Making issue not wearing face masks visiting the mini mart
Taking away life’s trusting fun
Infecting the idea ‘going out and getting sun’
Reported many are resting in peace
Not much word if there are markers acknowledging all the deceased
Many times celebrities were welcomed nice gestures
Acts could be putting on pressure
In the same fashion as an artistic academic coach professor
Remember when getting the open clear lane
During this civil game
Where not bouncing a ball is a walk
Penalized turnover people whisper and talk
Four others work together performing in the show
Passing around this round rock
Skills learned respectfully in friendly competition on the block
Swishing into the nets
Nightly one hundred a team is supposed to get
Sending people home entertained not upset
While flying in the air
Doesn’t matter who taunted the dare
It is what it is
Athletic show biz
(Waterfall mountain means huge amounts of emotions in a mighty deep poem)
Oh no...
Those harmful hormones
You know...
I am a trash bag of bones
I will love you
Till the end of tickin time
Our time so true
Is kinda oh so sublime
Cheek to cheek, we are dancing on fleek
I am the nerd geek, seeking fame and fortune on the peak
Screaming aloud in joy
I have been a beaten-up toy
Say after me - you will be happy
Positivity, like a door, requires a key
Our hopes melt like ice-cubes is the sun
Our anxieties weigh a couple of tons
Cleaning up the remains of our past mess
Feeling empty due to the lack of happiness
I want to let go of my distress
But, how, when I am not making any progress?
I lost my mind of being left behind...
There's no words that I can find
On your tongue that are of encouragement...
All you do is bring us down in discouragement
My life has no significance to you at all
I'm left to be an unanswered call
I see you in agony and it gets me feeling it too
Dampened by darkness and distress...isolated in my own home, if only you knew
This is what I feel...not of your concerning appeal -
Empty, lost and alone in a mess that I don't take part in through thick and thin
Yes, what I feel is a big deal...a truth I can't conceal
Envy, lazy and unmotivated has shaped me into this remorseful monster from within
I must move on from this spot where I rot
Moving forward will be hard...no one ever said it was easy in the first place
I catch a glimpse of you, running a sweat...climbing up the mountain of your waterfall tears and childish fears that you've bottled up inside - you're facing them in a fearless way that's motivating you to run the extra mile...as if you built up the strength for this challenging moment in time...all for the prize of vast grace
Our pathways haven't met...our personal confrontations are almost fought, but I see we are both downtraught and fatigued due to the worrying and doubt that is wasting away our valuable time that was supposed to be spent together...apparently, we are sidetracked by doubt and disarray - all for naught? Give it all you got
Circumstances respectively the man mind response to the Thrills of the decisions that is captivating my life
Born born to wonder full of thunder malice has challenged me more than once but twice
It's my decision in my division I am full of challenges and yet I demand that in my life
Ever so worthy to be honored and respected and reared in a new life
Hope is hoping raising is pleasing and I wonder if I'll ever see it
The hope of the world brings me down brings me down
The joy of the world keeps my heart and soul all bound
How can I relax and keep it in context Oh!
When did Joy of this World Keep Me Down
When the joys of this world keeps me down
What this world has to offer all the Bountiful things material thing
Money Fame and Fortune glamorous meticulous wanted things
It's all for me so abundantly the world has everything I need all that it's offered
Get well on my feet I'm still in complete without the Lord Jesus Christ at the altar
So I lay down my arms so everything I own on the floor and I've chose to Worship the Lord
The hope of the world brings me down
The joys of this world keeps my hope all inbound
Relax and keep in context do I really need ALL these things
In truth all my needs and happiness comes from this world???
I have a new revelation
I have I have fallen on my knees found a new realization
I need to worship the Creator and not the creations
The hope of this world brings me down brings me down
The joys of this world keeps my heart and soul inbound
I cannot relax and keep it all in context Oh!
when did the joy of this world Keep Me Down
When did the joys of this world Keep Me Down
There are a lot of Pleasures Pleasures Pleasures to be found
Mystically miraculously Anna bountifully materialistic fathoms rhythms of accomplishments so awesome and so empowering
Not it's my pleasure that my new treasurer is my spiritual Vice
Now That I Found Jesus I have hope and now in Jesus Christ
So what profit a man to gain the world and to lose his life
For I would rather have no or some things but have all of Jesus Christ
Written by James Edward Lee Sr©2017
August 2 2017
Como’ Si’ Yama’, Senor’
Como’ Si Yama’, Por Favor’…
… for Below That Embroidered Sombrero’
Shone Eyes Like El Dorado
He Was A Tall and Handsome Hombre’
Like The Range of Sierra Madre’
…Now, He Sat Center The Cantina
Surrounded by Bonita – Senhoritas
He Smiled, “Buenos-Dias Senora’”
Por Favor, Por Que’ El-Hora’ ?...
If So, Have A Seat, Mi- Amiga’
And Mercedes, Bring Over More Cerveza
He Was… Rodrigo Reyes-Pacheco’
Best - of The West, of Vaqueros’
He Came to Compete in The Rodeos
And Win Fame and Fortune in Pesos’
He Came Thru El Paso De’ Tejas
Thru Dusty Rancheros and Mesas
To Ride on El Toro Rojo
Who Has Never Been Ridden Befo’…
La Viva’… Arriva’ … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’ !... Rodrigo
Now, El Toro Rojo, Was Dangerous
For Killing Men, El Rojo, Was Infamous
His Horns Had Pierced Many A Corazon
Ripped Flesh, Like It Was Piñata’ Hung
I Informed All of This To Rodrigo
The Hombre, Was Bent on Being Macho’…
… He Would Ride Toro Rojo, Manyana’
Said “Gracias”… But My Cares Were Por Nada’ !
La Viva’… Arriva’… Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’!... Rodrigo
… Now, He Wasn’t Loco in La Cabeza’
I Just Didn’t Comprehende’ … “Que’ Pasa”
But I Saw Rodrigo Atop… El Rojo
… ! He Rode Like A Latino – Tornado ! …
He Rode El Rojo, To The End…
Then, Turned ‘Round and Rode Him Again…
Rodrigo had Won… Just Like He Planned…
Because El Toro – Rojo … … Was Mexican !
La’ Viva’ … Arriva’ … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero
Champion Bull Rider from Old Mexico
Vaya’ … Con Dios ! … Rodrigo….
Vaya’ … Con Dios !... Rodrigo o o o o o
for Ruben Ortellao...
I Don't Really Know
What Your Branch of Humanity is...
(Spanish, French or Other)
But I thought You Might Like
This Whimsical Poem...
Oh... And Thank You For Your
Most Generous Comments...
(Cause I Know You Are A Fantastic Poet...
I've Read Several of Yours
and I Love Them Too...)
(P.S. Excuse the Spelling...
I'm Spanish Illiterate (Smile)
MoonBee
Spring equinox arrived March 20th, 2021 at 5:37 AM
No burlesque across the globe
upstages mother nature's emergent style
soundlessly donning and trumpeting
resplendent metaphorical pregnant Gaia,
whose all encompassing bulging robe
magnificently, albeit modestly evinces
matronly dame parading and sauntering,
she intimates readiness to give birth
regarding multitudinous flora and fauna,
whereby swath groundswell of color
and panoply of sound bursts forth.
A symphony with terrestrial
ecological community, which life forms abound
via natural laboratory qua nature,
especially at seasonal dawn of spring tide,
where multifarious existence can be found
carving out a figurative zoological niche
in a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds galore
idyllic melodic musical sound
artist palette of rainbow blended sights
assuage auditory and
visual sense pleasures respectively.
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concerning one garden variety
long haired pencil necked geek
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Now back to regularly scheduled program
trying to entrance ye dear reader
incorporating titanic and tectonic processes,
(albeit all natural wonders)
constituting eight ways
to build strong bodies
bred courtesy punctuated equilibrium
nudging advantages to outvie
one living thing
versus another organism.
Winter of our (collective) discontent
alleviated courtesy pagan earth goddesses
prestidigitation delivering cathartic holistic
and poetic botanical balms,
which salve (age long in the tooth)
psychological wounds.
Show stopping stunning performance
stills lovers embrace
long anticipating nonpareil experience,
nevertheless straining credulity
of visual and aural senses,
where collective awed pinterests
silences onlookers evoking
masterpiece rendered still life
among webbed plant and animal species.
All the drugs in the world you depend
To make all happen that you intend
Theres nothing true for what your about to confess
You even lie about living at the wrong address
Its time you stopped being so naked and get dressed
What your wearing, is that really your best
So many nights, lonliness is your name
Change the chapter your reading but its still the same
No shelter and it feels like rain
Did you have an amazing time
Was the music too loud when the clock had to chime
Outside your gonna need more than an umbrella
You gonna look worse than cinderella
Your lifes a car crash, such a wreck
Dissappear soon like a speck
Suspect its going like your life, feels like rain
I'll be dancing in the rain
While your hurting from the pain
Did you forget the pain
Because it wont forget your name
I never pretended to care
Because I aint gonna break your fall
Feels like rain
Tonight its never gonna stop
Its gonna flood your world apart
I'll be dancing in the rain
While your hurting from the pain
Break the chain
Break the chain
Feels like rain
Your hopes are fading fast
Fame and fortune never lasts
Gonna be washed out
Tonight it feels like rain
Deal the pain
Deal the pain
Feel the rain
How you wished life could be silent
Stay and home, praying so devouant
Too late to change the fate
Tonights so dark you cant see the clouds
Gonna wash away, feels like rain
I'll be dancing in the rain
While your hurting from the pain
You'll be there sitting in wet clothes
Catching the death of a cold
While the whole world laughs at you
Like you laughed when you was on top of the world
Destiny has a surprise in store
The seasons gonna change so soon
Winter will make paradise feel like a tomb
While your drowing
Throw the towel in
Feel the rain
Got water on the brain
Even if the rain ever ends
The clouds gonna stalk
So you better believe
Feel the rain to wash away the sin
Feel the rain
Feel the rain
Feel the rain
Deal the pain
Deal the pain
Deal the pain
I'll be dancing in the rain
While your hurting from the pain
#JWME
Joyous, generous, kindhearted, marvelous, musically talented, and handsome with self-esteem issues - placing my feet in other people's shoes to experience and feel their hues of blues
Wonderful, crazy cool, chaotically peaceful, mellowly untamed, lost, but found...God's chosen child to fulfill His word somehow...someday, prosperity, fame, and fortune will surround me...success at my finger tips, getting my man grips as I mend friendships with God's advice, corrections and tips in mind...letting time unwind, wishing that my daydreaming come true by actions and interactions
Essence of faith fibers...good and bad traits shape my inner and outer being...meeting new zealous horizons that embrace change, which is a challenging chore and oh so much more
Awesome good apple of the bunch and God's mild, wild child...a poet and lyricist that had his verses erased online or misplaced in who-knows-where
Rapt up in rue, yet a light to this world of woe...my mission is to fulfill God's Word - His tranquil truth is not sugarcoated by deceptive lies
Not afraid to speak my mind through verses and lyrics
Introvert and extrovert...shy in person at first, then I open up confidently and jabber on and on 24/7...I do listen to others' point of view, but I have a lot to say about a lot of things that has to do with writing, singing, music, etc. - anything goes as long as I go my own flow and His flow, not anyone else's flows that are in unison in rows to and fro...I make friends and foes, but I love all - fat or skinny, small or tall
Nostalgic nights and delightful days inspire me to engage in writing and singing day in and day out without a smear of doubt...no sleep placed in eyelids tonight, so I'm fighting the mighty fight
Gracious and glorious...kinda lazy, yet so busy all the time in all aspects of life - bipolar is the condition I have...and an indecisive, yet creative-logical Gemini
So picky, yet forgiving and eccentric elegantly...a handsome soul that's full of humility and modesty in all honesty...I have a young heart that is of bliss, XO and art