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This is a garden of sunshine granted
each an escape from our everyday trials.
Where sadness, anger, or lies aren't planted
because we all need a garden of smiles.
Where are poems found in this garden?
A few where Summer leaves barely a trace.
Some on life's dusty olden path less taken
or on a wagon wheel sorely misplaced.
I found several on butterfly's wings;
A short one atop a ladybug's back.
A Haiku found on Japanese maple.
In a rose garden, you'll find a whole sack!
They nibble nouns on lavender leaves
often spied sipping the nectar of gods.
Their words elfin messages in the sand
or hidden among weaving goldenrods.
They're where sprites play tag in the tallest grass
where crickets and grasshoppers sometimes sing;
and faeries dance from midnight till way past,
leaving faint notes written in fairy rings.
You'll find poems among soft cloud faces
They catch a ride on drops of summer rains.
They sing in spider webs' lyrical spaces
while lady spiders spin lacy refrains.
Garden faeries write words with flower dust
sending them whispering into the wind.
They toss and float til finding verbs to trust
so poetic thoughts may, at last, begin.
Words from my memory of poems I've read
are blossoms to be treated tenderly.
The thoughts they evoke are poems just bred
and add emphasis to poems to be.
I hope you'll enjoy my poetry garden
and find a few blossoms waiting for you.
If I left the rake on the walk, pardon--
I had some synonyms to attend to!
Tulips and lilies never emitted their scent
so fragrantly and exhilarating...
by the lake of the descendent moon,that
I intensively sense the affable mystery of the evening!
Remote breezes,unforeseen and redolent,do
capriciuosly caress the brilliant surface
of the silvery lake,softened by a gentle silence;
only those red-throated dives can disarm it in their pursue!
The huge oaks,boasting their tallness,bow
and glance at the narrow paths,below,
verging on the aromatic grass glistening with fireflies...
where bitter-roots and goldenrods are their constant companions!
Someone is sitting by the peaceful waterfront in obeisance...
staring at the North Star: seemingly so reachable,but far;
as he,pleasantly and devotedly,strikes the srings of a guitar
with his invigorating and skillful fingers!
And suddenly everything,hidden by graceful shadows,harmonizes
itself with his melody...beautifully played in enduring patience;
unhesitatingly,he joins the incessant nightgales
to praise the persistent tranquillity enhanced by the Creator's presence!
Shoot! Nothing like killing spree to bookend August 2019!
The latest homicide,
where gunman(men) slew
dirty deed done dirt cheap
half dozen innocent people drew
minimal horrific gasps, now a new
month (September two
thousand nineteen)
where goldenrods yellow
with morning dew
encompassing human zoo
welcomes unsuspecting killer(s) true
to form - predictably
will undertake to fire bullet(s)
setting calibrating counting queue
as month nine allows brisk business
bereaved will final adieu,
whether gentile nor Jew,
perhaps including
child named Caillou
instantaneously slain, who
knew
not what felled them
engrossed amidst social ballyhoo
ex post facto registering grievous hue
pallbearers accentuating somber view
eclipsing most recent prior massacres
similar to previous you
ululations yesterday's sorrows
without handy dandy blue's clue
motive explaining
cold blooded slaughter
unsurprising discovery
firearms Jane/ John Q.
Public kept stashed loaded, deployed...
guns up the kazoo
cocked, gauged, primed...
for unleaded opportunity
to unleash barrage
invariable generating hullabaloo
to curb bloody violence
trumpeting predictable brew
ha ha alloyed against National
Rifle Association almighty
Republican supported lobbyist crew
versus increased uproar
protesters chorus nearly few
tile opposition pitted grand Poobah
despite alarming statistics shew
plus increasing fresh gravesites dug
amidst freshly mowed fescue
attesting to wanton shell shocked
headlines indiscriminate brew
tilly assaulting sensibilities
without rhyme nor reason
yet, yours truly doth boo
leave rampant hatred
directly linkedin to
"FAKE" commander in chief
whose rabid vitriol hue
man fountainhead few
ming and frothing
lathers up right wing supremacists
greenlighting smoldering new
bile radicals hot headed
volatile mindset whereby
self anointed anarchistic Guru
possibly fuels global warming
evidenced by displaced Eskimos
flooding courtesy melting igloo!
, winter some yet just five months ago;
When I thought of the snow;
By the hill yard I saw the slopes;
'Spring!' said I, thing of outpouring heated temperature hopes;
'Spring!' sigh said I, 'Yes spring!'
New solar season begins;
NOW EMBRACING the SPRINGTIME NOW with PASSION
~
I awoke and flung the fall flip the winter breeze;
By the grave I saw the march,
March of icicles from fallen branches off trees;
Once upon a midnight halt;
Sunlight lost;
Edible;
Clean snow, yet debatable?
NOW EMBRACING the SPRINGTIME NOW with PASSION
~
On that day my soul grew vernal, thermal;
Once I sat engaged a non-winter hero;
And snapping watching the time passing;
It was now springtime and near midsummer soon;
The thrusting tree tripping;
And the goldenrods never toppling;
Awaiting still I a morning moon;
NOW EMBRACING the SPRINGTIME NOW with PASSION
~
Eagerly I looked for the tree of spring;
Suddenly, I heard some wriggling, a robin,
and sparrow sings with such a passion for smuggling;
I embrace the springtime now with passion;
5/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021©
Placement in Contest #1
For ALL YOURS (May 11) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Quote: Do you ever wonder why we build castles in the air? Perhaps, it's to soften the blow of a harsh world that never seems to slide nor adjust to our individual expectations.
Ever since I was a little girl the blooming fields
and goldenrods of nature held me captive in a spell
Heartbeat moments of grace sifted through me
at the most unexpected moments
leaving transient gifts, in a playground full of magic !
A young impressionable child was I, held captive
by the Holiest of things here and far beyond !
***
I remember the Angels fanning their wings
turning my weightless body into feathers
in a field full of daisies and floating castles in the air.
It was in a carousel ride full of flying horseys,
then one day I asked the Angels to take me home,
"Let go child " was all they said, and then they flew away
leaving me sitting there, me and my childhood whirligig !
It’s my first reigning color
dazzling around my dance floor
It brightens my mind and soul
from its most attractive call.
Giving me smiles every morning
that’s sunshine--warm and refreshing
In my garden are great delights
favorite flowers shine so bright!
Just across my garden fence
are golden showers-- so dense
At the gate are big sunflowers
with yellow bells are real stunners!
Come and pick some marigolds,
goldenrods and daffodils, behold!
While gardening, I wear yellow dress
with gold jewelries, no more no less.
Yellow is my new time favorite
Brilliant color, so lovely and sweet
If you take yellow from my outfit
I’ll whine, walk out and finally quit.
sixth of May 2023 3.41pm
Writing Challenge “ Y” Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Verified at rhymezone and howmanysyllables.com
112 words
161 syllables
664 characters
Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words
Contest Judged: 5/10/2023 12:00:00 AM
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Place:HM (up to HM multi-w)
Bring green barges for the winching,
heft a portage of willowy thrones
for the wind thrummers,
gild each gap with dewy vines.
A droning in the leaf shelters,
all the humming skimmers
grown beyond their husks.
Gather the garner to be had
sift and share.
Time to haul-in Lady flaxen hair
her goldenrods dancing.
We have windows, behind them
volant dragons glitter
and whisk.
We see her serpent forms
in the airy whim.
We have lashes on ox-eye buds,
honeycombed fodder
in the silky sap,
tidings leap,
utter bright on every tongue.
It is the rivering. The Spring awakening
and the rioters are weaving sunlight
everywhere.
Wandering eye trapses the fertile meadow
Silhouetted reams the azure streams shadow
A cacophony of colors wild but mellow
Shroud the svelte canvas bridging ford and dale
Gilded lillies glistening in their satin veil
Goldenrods with cherubic halos in the fawning light glimmer
Purple violets with their regal crowns swagger and shimmer
Bands of dandelions in their trite estate sway and swivel
Cream-colored honey suckles kneel dispensing their sugary drivel
Black eyed susans twirl their umbrellas in the morning dew
Bull thistles bristle; tidy columns of spears parading for all to view
Red and white clover carpet the fertile valley; fodder to strew
Morning glories fold their tents; the noonday sun to rue
White-frilled daisies with hearts of gold their radiant reams spew