Long In contest Poems
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Eyes of God shine bright through trees on the left;
Trail’s that wave’s concrete wet from evening rains;
Dark tree branch of active signs of arrest;
Custody beauty verdant green leaves veins;
Visions of green layered high left to right;
Emerald arouses opens my eyes;
Into skies brilliant colors floral lights,
visions attractive plants purple baptize;
None here except flowers you and I God;
Garden your air I breathe gives so freely;
Green ever so cleans the earthen lands sod;
Found heaven surreal ideally;
My spirit soul awes! For God’s garden breathe;
Eyes of God shine bright through trees on the left;
6/24/19
Placed 7th place in Contest
For NA re-run Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Originally For Nature Scene-Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest date 6/8/19
Enter Sonnet poetry form only
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart
Sea worthy, she be worthy;
Wordsmith equip, Poetess;
Author, poetess-word smith, floating vessel letter arousal;
All those words, stories told;
Frequently heard, ocean words;
Bound to a septic world;
Fish in the seas, eyes before E’s
Placing letters on the line, fishing will be just fine;
Robin’s crest-eagles nest, stories of alt-
Poetess;
Sea worthy, she be worthy;
Wordsmith equip,
Poetess;
Author, poetess-word smith;
Floating vessel letter arousal;
All those words, stories told;
Frequently heard, ocean words;
Bound to a septic world;
Fish in the seas, ocean writer;
May those your words float on forever;
Letters on word goes on and on throughout eternity;
So alas yon wayward sea bearing daughter;
Writer, poet, author;
Sailing of God's promises;
Sea worthy you be worthy;
Searching for you;
Beloved sunflower;
You whom had father of three;
One of them, thee;
~
You've gone on unto God's garden;
Dearly departed;
We now miss yes, continue to (honor you);
5-24-2021 not just the last poem;
It's just the beginning;
You've been chosen;
Choices prayers needed;
We're believing;
Your words shall be history rising from the sea;
Daughter of father of 3;
~
O' rolling seas, wait for me;
Am still a fisher woman?
Spreading words placed in poems;
I've not fallen yet I've risen;
No sickness takes me I'm greatly in bound to the heavenly waters in the skies
Now words now reigns down from heavenly watch tower;
Life lives on Words dire
this is so she inspired I pay homage and dedicate this verse to Poetess Carolyn Devonshire;
© 2021 8/8/21
1st Place Placement in Contest
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
For Tributes To Carolyn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
A fuddled mind surfs through tides.
Harboured, she sits by the sea doing nothing.
Her toes make electric touch with the water
Restless currents ... spark the sand.
She could see the ocean break into two parts.
Did the Ocean have a heart?
She had salt in her tears..
She had pepper in her eyes..
The briny breeze..why was it so bitter?...
She knew... she was a Cheater.
He had a heart of ocean.
A treasure of glowing pearls within.
She had pushed him off the coast of Trust.
He was shipwrecked by her deceit.
The tail of the Mermaid was hidden.
He could see only half her face.
Tranquil in innocence and ignorance..
He was blind to the treacherous disgrace.
Etched by the smouldering Tsunami
An island imprisoned her stranded.
The Mermaid drowned and drowned..
in the sea of encumbrance...
she thought...
Is there a second chance?
3rd November 2018
Tell me a story 2 poetry contest
Sponsor Brenda Chiri
PLACED SIXTH IN CONTEST
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
I’m in a mental drought
My mind is empty, my hearts beating
No! Happiest in my soul
My feet sore, no place to go;
I’m happiest when I’m convergent
Penning a verse, whispering a phrase
Yet the poet’s hands are tied
As his eyes witness humanities lies
And all the horrid host invisible as ghost
Daily meals water and toast
I have no words
No one wants to hear
How do I write?
The Poet's Hands Are Tied
With worn hands arthritic hands
Blurred visions can’t see the keyboard
I have no words
No one wants to hear
The Poet's Hands Are Tied
When my muse is sleep
When no one keeps
Pays attention to me
To me attention flees
I have words
No one wants to see
I have voices inside of me
How can it be a poet?
Whom, you know yet I don’t know it
How do I write?
The Poet's Hands Are Tied
As my censorship
Has been relinquish
Penning a verse, whispering a phrase
Yet the poet’s hands are tied
As his eyes witness humanities lies
And all the horrid host invisible as ghost
Daily meals water and toast
I have no words
No one wants to hear
How do I write?
The Poet's Hands Are Tied
How do I write?
Again I say as Poet's Hands Are Tied
The Poet's Hands Are Tied
6/2/2021,
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Placement in Contest 1st Place
For The Poet's Hands Are Tied Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Saints and Sinners
For Contest:
The sinners will abuse you leaving you broken, battered and torn.
The saints will say I love you, a bright star you are being born.
The sinners will cast blame compulsively until you believe it.
The saints will give you armor, lift you up with laughter and wit.
The sinners will do anything to make sure they get their way.
The saints give you strength while singing everything will be ok.
The sinners will spew their endless lies trying to twist your mind.
The saints will stand by truth, lead you to people who are kind.
The sinners will take it further, acting out with horrific crime.
The saints believe in justice. It goes through the courts this time.
The sinners face their consequence still claiming they did no wrong.
The saints celebrate your righteousness, as life becomes your song.
Heidi Sands
*Placed 7th in Contest: Saints and Sinners
Dreamlike,
So surreal my dream
I am floating in mid-air
Falling from my inter realm
A flying soul so ethereal
Felt ever unreal
I am amazed and in a hazy state
What is my faith
I'm falling to a new space
In another scheme a violent dream
I was asleep to the shadowy streams
Again floating me emerging sedated
Awakening
Subconscious now fully arose
And my cardinal state
For longer I meditate
Wait! crackling brights of light flames
Flooring soaring high stills feels like I'm dreaming
Flame circulate in my room
Of my home
Through the doorway appeared essence and fears
Am I at Hell's gate
Imaginary my fate
Fire scape
Wither free falling in space
Twixt heavens Glory and Gates
DreamLike state?
Questioning myself
Am I free falling floating to heaven
Or am I awakened eyes blazing lying in hell
Shall I awaken in this beautiful yet scary trancelike wake
I am, I was in a dreamlike state
5/31/21
2nd place Placement in Contest
For Writing Prompt Dreamlike Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
Now
I am
A man
And I am
Not Holier than thou
and yet I don't cuss
What does this term mean …
You suck
humanity
you are free (choice)
the voice you make
is the choice you make
while with the same breath
you say... you suck
you stink
you blow(Ya know)
you're crap, pathetic
you're worthless (Ya make me sick)
So sad
You are bad
Chupar
humanity
You suck
a force ta B reckon wit
a partial vacuum
part solid, liquid
you're a gas
the voice you make
is the choice you make
while with the same breath
you say... you suck
you stink
you blow(Ya know)
you're crap, pathetic
you're worthless (Ya make me sick)
So sad
You are bad
Chupar
You're static
So dynamic
Now infant mammals new born
Suck off the breast of their mothers
for life and nourishment
they suck
one of the diverse ways of cleaning floors
a vacuum-cleaner that sucks
other people
They B beleaviN
yeah~ yeah~ yeah!
I know ya down
Yet I've found
A higher calling
So don't b mad
Don't b sad
When people say U suck
Tell em you're not bad no such luck
Chupar
Placed #6 in Contest
8/6/20- 2020 ©
It sucks Poetry Contestnter Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
She was a BARREN woman.
A missing APERTURE in her tubes...
A missing baby in her womb.
With powerless hormones she could only pray..
Miscarriages meandered her Mother's Day.
Tracking every NUANCE of her monthly cycle..
Her tests failed the Doctor's ATTEST.
The desperate SAGA of darkness...
Her plunge of motherhood was put at rest.
In the dystopia of her impatient sorrow..
the PROCLIVITY to hide that painful shame...
mocked her deep ..down to her MARROW.
Why did God break his promise?
Couldn't He stop once..her womb from bleeding?
Her sterile days sedated her bliss.
She gathered TEMERITY to feel nothing.
Time ticked along...forcing it's power...
...........
............
There was.. grinning sounds of "Granny" all around..
Continued the void of vacuum...
The tragedy of the empty room...
Tiny hands ruptured back...
the Wound of the Woman's Womb.
Dated 21st November,2018
Submitted to the 8 Word Challenge No 9
Sponsor John Hamilton
PLACED THIRD IN CONTEST
Such is a soul that is divine
Great inspiration the spiritual immaterial part
Immortal soul's journey through unversed starts
Such is a soul that is divine/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
~
Regarded believed death is just
One step in a sensational holy empyrean
Such is a soul that is divine
Holiness breathe aloud/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
~
My vessel’s filled with sublime ecclesiastic reverence
Feeling emotion passion enthusiasm, celestial seraphic
Such is a soul so divine confessing's/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
~
Angelic fervor ardor vivacity
Spiritual heavenly celestial deiform capacity
Such is a soul that is divine
~
Grandeur pageantry at naught,
this universe hasn’t seen the last of me
I am truest self-contained energy…
Such is mine soul that is divine/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
For “A Soul is Divine “Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
6/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Placed 6th place in contest