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, 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
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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
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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
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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
I watch the news again with a dubious eye of concern
Another terrorist attack, more animals facing extinctions - I learn
Another natural disaster just occurred - Now that deserves coverage
Should they not be reporting though, more about stories of courage?
Of News worthy stories a darker side forever creeps in
Getting caught with the hype I must confess I’m guilty of this sin
Extreme events seem to be the order to feed the people
A grim world to trick us into thinking and following like ‘Sheeple’
Stock market crashes more exaggerated than they actually are
A news report of Dog eats Dog gets a Richter scale of 10 by far
But here on my soap box I stand and put before you my confessions
It’s not about chocolate or addictions of loosely thrown at Love Obsessions
More about the starving masses around the world that need to be fed
Looking through the soulless eyes of a child as he looks at his loved ones dead
Feeling helpless as I hear about the hopelessness of preventing child labor
In a world going wrong that finds it hard to follow The Word ‘Love thy Neighbor’
Now back to a confession of an obsession of Life’s necessities
Though I will not forsake morals, decorum or prudence in my ‘obsessities’
I am not here to play God or a claim to Fame shall I seek
Favoring anonymity I shall reach out - a Voice for the Meek
Would you not love to lead a child from the Dark to the Light?
Would you not love to put an end to a poor man’s plight?
Would you not love to be able to make a blind man see?
Would you not love to hear liberated children laugh in glee?
My Obsession is MONEY, so judge if you thou wilt
If you think this a sin then I stand, 'shameless in my Guilt'
But it’s the only way that I know of where I can make a difference
MONEY is the KEY in my Obsession to alleviate World Sufferance
~ Placed Second in Contest~
Obsession Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
27th July 2017
To hold the morning throughout the day,
into the envelope of night
where tiny dewdrops dangle,
in the hush of morning light.
To hear the hymns of birds
that sing, with the rising sun,
if only morning could last,
until the day was done.
The gentle mist awakens
the delicate faces of flowers,
lavish blooms of Morning Glories,
embrace the temperate showers.
If only morning could last.
Date: July 11,2022
For: The Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Placed 6th in contest
"He who prepares for death lives wisely" Quote by author
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It was a very joyous morning for me
Finally my mother-in-law seemed pleased with me
She was not well so I told her "Wake me up if you need anything"
She said "I will sleep well at night I will not need anything"
She gave me a divine smile standing at bedroom door
Morning when I opened it, she was lying dead on the floor
Once again harsh truth of life in front of me lay
Enjoy every moment of life, limited is our stay
She was a wonderful cook, should have learnt all from her
Realised one shouldn't wait, anytime tragedy can occur
I did my duty, was good even when she was bad
Now my conscience is clear, for my goodness I am glad
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Note: A true incident.
16th February 2021
NA in contest It Was a Good Morning Until.. judged on 20th February 2021
Now submitted to Constance La France Contest NA Poem From a February 2021 Judged contest
Christmas for me means, beautiful Christmas trees blinking,
Going for a wintery walk looking at houses brightly decorated;
Keeping the kitty from playing with my sparkling decorations,
Listening to Christmas music and singing along in a loud voice.
Visiting the old and the helping to poor, giving of myself,
Getting together with friends for some Christmas cheer;
Having a meal with the family, forgetting my diet until next year.
Remembering the Christmases from my past and the happiness.
Christmas for me means, watching the children so happy,
Thinking of those in my city less fortunate at Christmas time;
Volunteering at the soup kitchen on Christmas Day each year,
And although Christmas is sad for me, I love seeing the joy.
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December 11, 2015
Verse
Submitted to the contest, What Does Christmas Mean To You,
sponsor, Matt Caliri
Did not place in contest.
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
Night lifted the ebony shroud from the curved satin sky,
the drizzle of gold streaks in the air of dawn had begun,
painting the meadow where the pearls of dew I saw lie
with luminous hues dancing under the shimmering sun.
As the radiance of the crimson cloud flushed my face,
you’d feel in your heart the spectrum of my love flow,
the cascade of enticing colors wrapping you with grace,
like a flower soaked in the tinge of yearning you’d glow.
The mesmeric moonbeam sprinkled silver dusts on me,
my muse wafted on reverie with tinsels of longing anew,
flew in your sky on wings of lyrical zephyr, and I'd see
me entranced in rhyme, and so I wrote a poem for you.
October 13, 2020
N/A in contest : And So I Wrote A Poem For You
Judged on : October 20, 2020
Contest : Hm's And Na's October 2020
Sponsor : Constance La France
As a child I was walking home from school one day;
It was a rainy spray;
A direly day;
We have gotten our report cards;
As kids we were running home;
In and out up and down;
Crossing the streets;
At the corners peak;
Running hard and fast;
Trying not to get wet;
Out of my pocket fell my report card;
I'm crying because I dropped .......
Down a storm drain, gone forever;
Are the written documentation of my first A's and B's;
Report card;
That fell out my pocket
In the rain
fallen lost wet down inside the storm drain;
3/21/19
2nd Place win placement in contest
Down a Storm Drain Gone Forever Poetry Contest
Enter Contest
Sponsored by:Eve Roper
The clumps of climbing cotton clouds float slowly away,
brushing the azure spread of the end-summer’s ashen sky.
The returning birds bathe in the glimmer of the blue bay,
in the amber twilight gleam to the auburn nest they all fly,
as autumn arrives with chromatic kaleidoscope on the sly.
In the lucent edge of the sunburst sky the golden horizon
splits the surreal sunbeam in the spectrum of radiant rays,
sparkle of hues spilling from the palette colors the dawn.
Bowed down slender blades of fawn grass rise and sway
in crisp air on the lap of meadow turning green from gray.
The pasture wears the crafted crown of shining topaz dew,
flickering with the pearly flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-splashed cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on the sienna soil fallow,
hear in the rustle of crimson leaves autumn’s footfall slow.
As the setting scarlet sun sets fire in the fading satin sky,
making a surreal collage of vermillion ember glowing bright.
Under its crimson radiance I wait with the spirit rising high
to greet the sapphire stars sprouting in pellucid autumn night,
soaking cerulean moondust I long to be suffused with delight.
August 26, 2021
NA In Contest : Kaleidoscope
Judged on : August 23, 2021
Contest : August 2021 Na's
Sponsor : Constance La France
let’s go Legos blocks
building yellow, green, red beck
love birds parakeets
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built lovingly by
children of little tiny
hands snapping gathered
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blocks of colored formed
plastic little molded bricks
fashioning contrived
~
erected birds made skill
fashioned from stacking snap blocks
multicolored bricks
2nd Place placement in contest
For Legos Nursery Rhymes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5
Total # Syllables: 68
Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 45