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The Brainy Stranger @ the Book Store Coffee House - A Narrative Poem
One day at a book store,
In the corner they sold,
Some very flavorful coffee and biscuits cakes;
"We've got some lovely shacks,
Say’s the library hostess".
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some soapbox."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally busy,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call fizzy,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Book Store Coffee House Market.
So to Book Store Coffee House Market I decided to go,
In search of the zoos I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling crisps,
Pasties in many shades.
There were even stalls selling fruits and dates
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather brainy
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all zany.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some fresh hot chocolate caramels Yum!"
I headed towards her, to the south
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the aroma she passed away.
Then it vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I heard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
All those books on the shelf just fell on me…
4/9/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I love the smell* of God’s gracious bounty
Freely exuding pure leafy-green scent
Breathing out Creator’s fragrance, so fresh
Oozing great nature’s delightful perfume
Enriching paradise breeze with good health.
I love the sound of God’s gracious bounty
Chirping birds in tune with gushing rivers
Soothing zephyr wafts serenity-bliss
Cicadas’ symphony serenades swell
Surpassing crickets’ concert with pleasure.
I love the taste of God’s gracious bounty
Fruity, savoury meals, mouth-watering
Gustatory buds victoriously blend
Midst sumptuous feast enriched with sweet thoughts
In a wondrous picnic at Eden’s park.
I love the touch of God’s gracious bounty
Warm caress from heavenly sunshine rays
Foot therapy along great sandy trek
Exhilarating water falls’ embrace
Secured rejuvenation-engulfment.
My heart thanks God for His gracious bounty:
Creation’s smell of perfect redolence
Nature-sounds reverberating praises
Flavorful zest toward well-being taste
Divine touch assuring the Lord’s presence.
*Philippians 4:18 … A sweet smell … acceptable, wellpleasing to God.
November 27, 2019
1st place, "Smell, Sound, Taste, Touch Repeat Sense" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sheri Fresonke Harper; judged on 12/21/2019.
Spring in her step, she’s stepped into spring;
Long silence lapsing, she’s longing to sing.
Keying the lock, she unlocks the keys,
Soothing sweet sonnets, soft melodies.
Tuning her pitch, she pitches her tune;
Heavenly choirs, splendidly crooned.
Flirting with flowers, she flits through the hours,
Blossoming, blooming, testing her powers.
Birthing, unearthing breathtaking views;
Ballooning, expanding, melodious muse.
Loamy rich overtones, lavish, lush spoils,
Overtures plenty - turned in the soil.
Pleasantly following phonic pursuits,
Soulful production of flavorful fruits.
Knowingly rises, ascended, arose;
A rose’s sweet scent awakens the nose.
Arranged like a rainfall, like bells on a roof;
Sonically soaring - aloft, not aloof.
Like slipping through sieves with clever deceiving,
Looming in view, a loom that she’s weaving.
Minding her time, she needs no reminding;
Bound for a spell, she’s simply spellbinding.
Taking a breather, she puts on the brakes.
Shuttering shuddering, tremulous shakes;
Tenacious timbre, tremendous takes,
A garden of glorious growth in her wake.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 20 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written 03/21/2022
Allow me to introduce myself,
friends tend to call me Saturn’s MelRose;
Once you read me? I stay off the shelf;
I run around in a sweet saucer
all decked out in salmon pink and green;
It runs on the smoothest ice water;
Vast emerald and rose trails take wing,
my reputation always proceeds;
Ship arrival’s got music blasting;
Spicy taste like Taco Temptations,
I’ll share mouthwatering bliss with you;
A vibe of flavorful explosions;
Life’s a tour bus for me everyday,
spinning parties everywhere I go;
You’ll feel it as soon as I press play;
Floating in on a sick rhythmic beat,
I flutter into invisible;
Flick that switch on, hit it off, repeat;
We’ll do this all night if you want to,
those who built me forgot a slow move;
It is all or nothing just for you;
Flooding wood with cosmic ascension
glitter bombs and sick lines hit the floor;
All your senses give way to passion;
My life’s devoted to a mirror
showing you what you’re capable of;
By track’s end you’ll be a believer;
High fever demands that you return;
On my slick turntables the motto
is ‘For all you girls filled with fire? Burn.’
Give me the ministerial seat
I labored months to breed kings,
Fingers cramped to feed queens,
With a long list of wishes to fulfill.
Give me the ministerial seat
I wept in secret,
And smiled with no morsel in my belly.
I became all— even god.
Give me the ministerial seat
I toiled the ground to bear fruit,
Nourishment I only glimpsed,
Never tasting its flavorful essence.
Give me the ministerial seat
I carried their pains and struggles,
Even on days we fed only on tales,
Wishing the night would last forever.
Give me the ministerial seat
Life is measured in miles,
But I have walked a lifetime in pain,
Their faces— my only source of joy.
Give me the ministerial seat
For I am Woman.
I've lived on this planet for five years now,
In deafening silence, that's peaceful somehow.
The moment we crashed, seemed almost a dream;
Stars twinkled above the clouds pink and cream.
We landed in tranquil waters, quite luckily,
And left our craft at the bottom of blue sea;
We finally reached land, but it glittered so!
The 'sand' was really fine diamond, all aglow.
A landscape not rocky, but diamond, we'd find,
But for the lush vegetation, we'd all be blind!
A variety of edibles, both succulent and sweet,
Tangy and flavorful. There is plenty to eat!
The vegetation is purple, and we have three suns.
As for beings, it appears we're the only ones!
The suns are red, and the skies are pale yellow,
Incredibly beautiful here, but nowhere to go.
There is no birdsong, and no wild cricket fun,
But, the distant mountains twinkle in the sun!
We also own sweet and romantic, starry nights,
With the near and distant moons shining bright!
All in all, I guess we were extremely lucky,
To find a beauty world, viable for the plucky.
My only regret is that, nevermore will I roam,
Despite all I have loved, I can never go home!
I feel a bit of envy – hue chartreuse-
when she, like a tart (sweet lemon with lime)
walks in; all the boys she seems to enthuse.
Tangerine words turn them crimson each time,
for saffron’s her voice! Her lavender eyes
flirt brightly like coral lining a sea
of aquamarine! But oh, how she lies!
The sugar of watermelon has she,
but under her flesh there lies a heart black.
I’ve seen it, and yet, they’re all taken in
by flavorful beauty – that which I lack!
Can they not see what lies under the skin?
Lilac may trail her, and heads still will turn,
but one day her true pitch-dark essence they’ll learn.
April 14, 2021
For Brian Strand's
Your Option Again Poetry Contest
Note: Your poem must include all of the following ten colors/words:
aquamarine, crimson, chartreuse, coral, lavender, lemon, lilac, saffron, tangerine, and watermelon.
---This verse is split into 3 parts - it is officially called The Onion Trilogy! I hope you find this clever, silly and flavorful
--- make sure not to cry when reading my poem! I was teary eyed while writing this! J/K
Black Onions - poem #1
Hey, no racism
Involved - I burnt the onions
My eyes wince with pain
Hey, no offense, man
I'm not crying - chill out, dude
Kick back and relax!
Pink Onions - poem #2
I'm a funny guy
What's wrong with the color 'pink'?
Don't miss out! Try it!
No homo - pink's cool
Pink is a nice color, bud!
You don't believe me? (Oh well!)
Green Onions (poem #3)
Original, no?
Really good with meals and shtuff!
Drink the soup - you're sick!
I used to garden
I believe we planted this!
Green onions are good!
They're green and healthy
You should put it in your soup
Keep brewing sick lines (you get the pun? - sick)
I was a young boy
When I ordered my kid's food -
Baked potato (with green onions sprinkled on top! Yum! My mouth's watering now!!)
When you promised me a black diamond
My thoughts began to linger
With dreams of a sparkling gem upon my finger
I put on my pretty frock and awaited your arrival
But when I saw you standing at my door
My smile faded - my jaw almost hit the floor
I wasn’t presented with a ring in a box
But a black diamond watermelon* – you sly old fox!!!
Not quite the gift I was anticipating ...
Now we're off to the shops to choose my engagement ring!
Contest: A Black Diamond
Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
08~02~16
Information sourced from https://bonnieplants.com/product/black-diamond
*Black Diamond is a classic oblong watermelon with a black-green rind covering bright red, crisp, flavorful flesh. In the 1950s, Black Diamond was a very popular home garden variety. Fruits have gray-black seeds (perfect for seed spitting contests) and can grow quite large. In Arkansas, where it’s rumored to have been developed, local gardeners recommend this melon for greased watermelon contests: Simply grease the melon, place it into a child’s plastic swimming pool, and get ready for some fun as the kids chase it and try to grab it! Drought-resistant and prolific.
I was a marvelous ophthalmologist, impacting how others saw this world,
As tomorrow one day sees yesterday, on lanes where hued leaves swirled.
I corrected hazy, crazy vision problems, with eyeglasses and with surgery;
Like a second look, evoked by raspberry rose, to verify beauty's certainty.
I also did frequent research, on hidden causes and cures for eye disease;
Just as reasons for rainbows and stardust, lay hidden in nature mysteries.
I had once studied cosmetology, and I loved the art of applying makeup;
And I never left home without it, like opening red tulip, at sunrise wakeup.
Friends fascinated like fire opals, bringing fetching colors into a vibrant life;
And we relished flaming, flamboyant Fridays, under maroon skies of strife.
Flavorful fruits were fanatically ripening, when feel-good family visited me.
Fiery red raspberries and fat blueberries, fell beneath puff clouds, so pretty.
I lived in the house of sudden mists, in oranges, pinks, purple and scarlet,
Where any day could be right for lovely visions, before the sky grew starlit.
Snap peas and sweet potatoes grew in the gardens, along my sunny street,
In days of searing, scarlet sun salutes, and gold hours of pause and repeat.
Nearby noon gave nectarine notice, as neighborly neighbors came visiting,
When green nature bore a heatwave, like the nesting woodpecker, knocking.
Pink fairy wings bloomed fantasy gardens, as the yellow tiger lilies roared;
And the dragon lulus breathed fire, like ardor cooling for one, once adored.
Brain cacti meditated summer greenery, whilst toad lilies attracted insects;
And pink bottlebrushes swept away sad blues, scrubbing aside dour defects.
I was attending a Fourth of July cook out, hosted by the fondest of families;
But the makeup I'd ordered was late, forcing me to put aside pure vanities!
By the time I left for the plum, pleasant party, I was feeling oddly liberated;
And family and friends did not notice my lack, like stars, clouds obliterated.
I had a lovely time that rosy day, when martins sang like the Fourth of July,
Amidst mauve festivity and lemon sunshine, and bellflowers ringing nearby!
The lesson I learned that vivid day, is to glam up or not, according to mood,
For people are still loveable either way, like faint dawn moon, briefly viewed.