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To the spring I, ever, humbly prayed:
Do not, so fast, make your march forward
One, coming after you, is cruel;
He'd dry the flowers you had freshened
He'd destroy the beauty you'd fashioned
Orchids will have soon a burial.
Quick, the hiding summer heard my words
Sent his forerunner, wind, with tough whirls
Sand and mud and wastes together flew;
Dried leaves and flowers got simply blown
The strongest of branches got broken
Heat and sweat and humidity grew.
Birds of all kinds got themselves hidden
Many of their nests, in winds, broken
The young ones struggling to fly away;
Remembering the days soon got passed
Games they played in the spring got full-stopped
For season's change keenly did they pray.
'Thirsty!', the parched cracked dry earth, aloud, sighed
'Thirsty!' all sun-burned creatures' union cried
Forests and hills and vales too did mourn;
Praying with bend head and folded hands
The whole of earth and heavenly bands
Seemed seeking the solacing monsoon.
4th May 2021.
I take your hand
Across the pastures of the land
Where love spreads openly
In hidden places found remotely
And as we walk, I share
All the ways that I care
To accept who you are today
To meander through trails, finding our way
No-one is perfect in Nature’s song
We can only respect to avoid what is wrong
There are hills to climb in the terrain
As nature brings sunshine and rain
It is a mutual effort like birds that migrate
Together in a pattern with their mates
Love grows like a beautiful flower
After every passing shower
It takes nourishment, giving and sacrifice
Whatever it takes to suffice
Believing life can be an open pasture to see
Filled with opportunities abound
With patience, all will be gratefully found
Heidi Sands
11/1/17
Today, even the hills seem blue.
Unhappiness is just happiness ~
being torn to shreds by you.
Bartleby: "I would prefer not to."
Lawyer: "But Bartleby, you've got to.
Pull yourself together, somehow,
and make a copy for me. Right now.
It's your sad lot to."
Bartleby: "I would prefer not to."
Someone stomped on my heart with their feet.
There's the red blotch ~ on their soiled bed sheet.
Doesn't look like a heart anymore ~
more like an open, festering sore.
And ~ I'm not waiting around for a repeat.
You know what I wish for the most?
That we could drive once more up the California coast,
listening to Emmylou Harris, Gram Parsons, and John Prine,
with me holding your hand, and you holding mine,
and not stopping ~ till we had safely crossed the fault line.
Here we are, finally at our loose ends,
with no more possibility for amends.
Our love's edges just got too frayed
for anyone to be able to come to our aide ~
no elf or fairy ~ who sews up, patches, or mends.
From Barcelona, she shipped me boots of Spanish leather,
with a note that said, "So you might get to understand Bob Dylan better."
And that's the last word
from her I ever heard,
and sadly, we never listened to Bob Dylan again together.
I made an appointment with me.
I was in need of some clarity.
I needed to know why it was
I felt like I was a lost cause.
And boy, did she act snottily.
The old tree on which I carved your name? ~
during last week's windstorm, down it came.
That staunch, indomitable oak,
that saw you prod and watched me poke,
is firewood now, ready for the flame.
Harmony was missing in the breezy hills,
lonely paths were gleaning with fresh rain;
eagles owned the chilly, noiseless heavens:
stillness reigned over the barren terrain!
Then a slender boy sprung from the creek,
he carried his backpack bending his spine;
he skipped school to explore another peek:
the steep climb was mentioned in his zine!
Three days after spring broke its dissonance,
the finches and the geese began their flight;
bewildered Bob watched them in blazing light:
sprightly skies regained their magnificence!
Could another kid be happier than he would?
He whistled and hummed, each small discovery
was a joy and he paused to taste tranquility;
close to sunset, he headed back to his world!
"My Own Country"
I am my own country
these firm battlements
have delivered milk
like honey to a baby’s lips
traversing the landscape
these undulating hills
are the alters men worshipped
now less than sacrosanct
pushed life forth territorial
like vice admiral commanding battalion warship
sunk hearts that raised white flags
their Morse code eventually pierced my mind
with the swords of their thoughts
sharp and poignant in my wake left behind
rained manna like ash from burning souls
imprisoned between glass and flesh closed gate
wrote their stories on my windows
with ghostly fingers from memories
just dreams a manacled fate
captured minds to win the war begun
before something else was lost
before the time of closed in frost
I am my own country
listening to whispers
from the cracked Fibonacci shells
on all my broken shores
small tsunamis I have collected
lying in the shallows
drifting in the sands of what was forsaken
this is where I began again
where the real treasure was found
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm
klb, mlb
"Travelling Woman" / Bat for Lashes
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Choo choo trains are so much fun
As they puff along the tracks
Full of happy clickety clack sounds
With a little caboose on the back
Chugging along up and down hills
Singing some happy wee ditty
His name is Choo Choo Charlie
Bringing country folks to the city
They're always in a big hurry
These folks from the busy town
Poppa needs to earn some money
To pay for Momma's new gown
In the land of big tall buildings
There's not a happy face
Seems like everyone's in a hurry
As if they're running a race
Charlie patiently waits until five
To return them to their homes
Can't wait to get them back on board
Away from the glass and chrome
It's strictly business all day long
There's not much laughter allowed
Till Charlie meets 'em at five o'clock
Once more they're a happy crowd
Why does it have to be this way
Choo Choo Charlie wants to know
Never mind, he's heading home
Happy passengers all in tow!
He stumbles and trips,
walking through the dark forest.
His new shoes hurt his sore feet.
He continues on.
Brushing past a sodden branch,
the brittle limb snaps and breaks,
It pinches his hand.
Quickly he licks his finger.
The stiff sap is thick and sweet.
He finds it tasty.
Reaching out he snaps another,
it tastes like a candy cane.
He is the hunter
searching behind heavy eyes,
head upon his soft pillow,
sleepy little one
filled with dreamy illusions
of floating marshmallow clouds
raining sweet nectar
on golden lollipop trees.
Atop rolling gum drop hills,
seen through filmy eyes,
he rides a cherry caboose
on dark licorice whip rails.
Outside he can see
wispy strands of sugar floss
rise from butter cream rivers,
as Swedish fish jump
over rock candy boulders
of brightly colored sugar.
Now he runs laughing
in striped candy cane forests
where gooey gummy bears play.
He eats all of them,
waking with a tummy ache
from his drowsy fantasy.
8/26/2015
Eden Island, oh wondrously awesome
Offered to us free tour with grand welcome
Thus, we explored the paradise midst bliss
Enjoying all; nothing our hearts did miss.
Our first day with Adam and Eve was great
As they showed us day and night’s divine date
In survival quest with revival zest
Exalting God*, life’s Source, perfectly best.
Second day supplied us with wisdom gain
While we’re ushered to miracle terrain
Letting us behold firmament and sky
Separate from waters then soar so high.
Day three allowed us for landscapes’ treading spree
Where to hills, mounts, and valleys we could flee…
Witnessing how each precious seed could thrive
To yield fruit moved us for thanksgiving drive.
The fourth day had captivated our sight
With enthralling celestial delight
Sun, moon, and stars radiating their glow
Exuding gleam and beam of varied blow.
For the fifth day, we saw sea-life abound
In oceans or lakes where fishes are found
Then there are many fowls that fly above
Birds like eagle, robin sparrow and dove.
Sixth day held us amazed by the Lord hand
When He formed man and woman as He planned
After creating beasts of every kind
Based on His mind, sovereignly designed.
On the seventh day, we found ourselves filled
Indeed edified, spiritually thrilled
Worshipping the Almighty with glad praise
Giving glory to His marvelous ways.
Triumphant gratitude grips now my soul
Inspired to share my sublime tourist-role
And be heavenly kingdom faith’s tour guide
As in the Saviour’s side, I do abide.
*In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
July 16, 2023
2nd place, "Write a Story Poem" Narrative Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joanna Daniel; judged on 7/25/2023
"Winter ensures greater bonding than any other season by bringing the family members together to sit around the hearth enjoying the warmth of the fire and sharing pleasantries"~ By Poet
Snowflakes are sliding down through porous air.
They look like confetti on a pretty bride in white.
Some land down on bare limbs of trees and bushes
Rabbits and squirrels into their comfy borrows alight.
A thick blanket of snow is spread over hills and dales.
Land and trees look as if someone painted them wholly white.
Like pretty jewels, suspended rain drops gleam and glitter.
Cold blizzards blow and sweep through the whole night.
When flakes of snow are thus gently gliding and landing,
When I feel the chill in my body and all through my bones,
Into the depths of sweet slumber, my mind takes flight,
Enjoying the magic of winter and wind’s euphonic tones!
LET US WED
As the eciplise the moon covers the sun;
Like as ants build mounds tunnel hills;
I have become;
I love you so it’ thrills;
Bitter sweet are those berries;
Sour is the wine;
Oh! My, lovely my darling;
Allow yourself to be mine;
Let us wed;
Nuff’ said;
06/20/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©