Long Jotting Poems
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January:
Journey into an another Era
with many aims still raw
begins with a Jaunty January
into a heart throbing journey.
February:
Flower in fine fields flow
into a stream and film of rows
It is the quite Freezy February
welcomes us with unique flowering.
March:
Mutely comes the month Marching
with many multiple matters
of music, It is the Melodious March
exactly a nice tune played mutely.
April:
Aspiring interest are adored
like a hill covered with lot of snowed
May the struggle rise it is Aiming April
If you miss to aim, then no aspiring.
May:
Metres high in the heat of feet
full of melons, mangoes and meat
definitely rare, its the Magic May
none other shower love in high metres.
June:
Jotting the dates that went
with the rest left for rent
Its the Juicy June
That’s, just to sip and jotting.
July:
Jaded with full of work
nothing there to wonder
As it is the fine Joyful July
a month with loads jaded.
August
Attention! you're in the mids
try to know the way it leads
surely it is lovely and a Attracting August
never to miss the way, have attention!!!
September:
Smooth and slow, free and low
like a pure stream with no blow
busy with songs of Singing September
lovely song birds utter sweet and smooth.
October:
Old is gold as goes a line
often with many memories fine
still all goes well in Oddless October
as the gold move the new and the old.
November:
Nature with all good and best
rest in a few places and others waste
As it's a Naughty November
changes everyone into a fine nature.
December:
Down the end comes the dues
with all the do's to be done in sue
as not to be away in Dreamy December
always to be correct though we come down.
The Queen had seen a rainbow and she deftly leapt upon it
There she spotted Connie who was jotting down a sonnet
Connie smiled (which was her way) and recognised the Queen
She said, “Why don’t you wait with me and soon we will be seen.”
Up in Heaven Peter was stood waiting by the gate
He saw the Queen and said, “I rather thought you might be late.”
Soon they were in front of God who eyed them wearily
He said, “I’d thought today would be a nice day off for me.”
Peter said, “We’ve no-one booked but wouldn’t you just know it,
We’ve got ourselves a monarch and an international poet.”
He asked the ladies, “For our records, tell us who you are.”
The one that spoke said, “Okay, seeing as we’ve come this far,
“This lady is admired by people all around the world
She’s very kind and gracious with no insults ever hurled
She’s made a lot of friends in every land where she’s been seen
And if we could be friends I would be humbled…” said the Queen
An alphabet poem was the request
Between 16 and 20 lines the test
Create a wonderful English rhyme
Develop it within the given time
Eagerly I wrote just to see if I could
Following each letter as it should
Giving thought to what was next
Hoping to put it all into text
Instantly words came to me
Jotting them down I could see
Knowing that it flowed so smooth
Legitimately speaking I did approve
Meeting all of what was asked
Nothing short of a mammoth task
Original from the start to end
Priority given so not to offend
Quantity was indeed a must
Rhyming words I had to adjust
Successfully completting the required request
Therefore hoping all are impressed.
Overdosing (rather binge reading) thesaurus...
Imagine if ye will
earlier one blustery February sixteenth
two thousand twenty one,
yours truly experienced atypical thrill
perusing pages of heavily laden word book
marking where I leave off reading
courtesy no frills inked quill
(sold to yours truly courtesy original
big bird on his deathbed)
plus jotting down page number
so mundane effort to marry me interest
with me lingua franca (English language)
neither void nor nill
aforementioned laborious literary task
persevered despite forgoing
eating and sleeping might kill
(reading every last word)
hoop ping diligence improves vocabulary
making me maxillary stronger
no matter chronological years
considered smidgen whipping
over third scored Sam Hill
Earth orbitz around nearest star
traveling at (pun one mach two)
warp speed amidst escadrille
whereby accompanying aircraft
eventually zooms into Brazil
housing disproportionate Amazon
rainforest biome encompassing
6.7 million square kilometers and shared
by eight countries.
Even before (the square root of 3844)
years ago exiting the womb
Logophile mine self anointed
nom figuratively feathery de plume
no matter mine cranium
ready to explode ka-boom
I continue to parlay mental energy
like some garden variety harum scarum
and jam additional minutiae
(at thee expense not preserving sanity)
despite very limited (maximum) headroom
to decrease hydranencephaly
the whole hare brain scheme
rigged up with shunted
(think chutes and ladders) flume.
One definite lament
until death doth do me proud
constitutes deficient intelligence
genetically (father) endowed
imbibing cerebral thirst for knowledge
constitutes the lack of photographic memory
nsync with fifty plus shades of gray matter
ofttimes smoldering like dark storm cloud
to retain information I read aloud.
Quite an exciting
(seat of pants) life I did asseverate
less to impress any anonymous reader,
whose interest I did pique and captivate
versus (verses crafted) more so to delineate
quirky passion (couched as poetic endeavor)
inexplicable how to formulate
though no justification be given
hoop fully only kudos to generate.
All the strawberry's and moss rose's bushes
are slowing budding along the dusty bridle paths,
and as the husky New York cowboys pull down their hats,
they don't seem to excite their trotting horses;
and I am slower than they are...dragging my aching feet
to barren fields, where yesterday's lovers loved to dream!
And as the dormant forest awaits spring,
below the rain-soaked hill, some trees dingle from it's corroded cliffs
that are thickly covered with maroon leaves;
but the innocuous squirrels, unaware, scare away the wandering robin
that is too lonely and looks for sign of existence,
and my observation is a note worthy one by the rhythm of his wings!
My memorable childhood was spent observing the diverse seasons,
and the spectacular colors that bewildered me...enhancing their significance,
and whoever saw that child with a rosy face and short, curly hair:
must have thought to have seen a cherub with the softest wings,
who never tired of discovering new flowers and trees;
jotting down every detail in his handy notebook, to create words with flair!
Rest under the pale sky, tired man and write your drama;
your strength has diminished as sunsets ultimately do;
you have seen the dawn with its intense light and a bright star, too:
that star which always illuminated your path and spirit!
Now, don't cease to exist and vanish like a dark star...
peacefully sleep, as the dormant forest awaits spring!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I’ve never been to Sicily, and yet
it’s always felt a part of me. Who knows?
Another life, another alphabet?
Alongside Archimedes, jotting prose
in Agrigentum I, with each vignette,
imbibing wine, as bitter as regret,
harangued the hellene farmers, stoning crows.
That Greek me – did I tend (as now) to get
frustrated when my verse was ‘on the nose’,
all too transparently in Homer’s debt?
But Italy’s a credible coquette,
more winning in her ways than we suppose.
Like Rhapsody in Blue’s smooth clarinet,
she captures us. We victims, in love’s throes,
admire her steely claws, as black as jet.
Written October 11, 2022
A pen and paper on the desk
Wondering what I will write next
Something silly, fun or scary
Maybe I will make you teary
With the words and lines I wrote
From all of my little notes
Jotting down my crazy thoughts
So their not misplaced or lost
Sometimes I can write forever
Something inside pulls a lever
Sentences will flow with ease
Its like a writing disease
That invades me every time
I can't control my love of rhymes
Other times it takes a halt
Thoughts locked up inside a vault
That wont open--it's locked shut
There's no words inside my gut
Emptiness fills up my soul
Leaving me alone and hallow
No inspiration to release
These deep feeling inside me
Day to day I never know
Will there be something to show
To my poet friendly group
Know as The Poetry Soup
That I've come to really see
As more than friends--their family
how the pendulum swings
from the perspective of a poet
a lonely poet
spewing out painful poetry
poaching prideful strangers
it's magical
and miserable
the pendulum
akin to decision-making
but I am no decision maker
I am barely a writer, even less of a poet
I thought a line came to my mind this morning
it was around 4:30am
that was the first swing
on my first day of writing in a new place
the perspective of a poet
regarding one's on poetry, writing
it's devastating, more so damaging
but by 4:30pm, a few titles came to mind (unfortunately no lines worth jotting down)
a poet's swinging pendulum
I am jotting down blueprints...
Mapped out as such to give hints.
As if a gun comprising trigger...
Planned as such for something bigger.
Creative writing I am making...
Yours for optional taking.
Aiming to make a collection...
Seeking so in my direction.
Poems I am writing somehow...
In the scheme of things for now.
Ideas formed inside my mind...
Uploaded, most you will find.
All of which I am using...
Not all when it comes to choosing.
Some serve as a stepping stone...
Others, I will leave alone.
If I write regarding you,
Chances are that this brain stew
Is more personal - true and tried...
Likely to be kept aside.
Otherwise, such other visions...
Considered in my decisions.
Collected, reworked in this case...
Stay posted and watch this space.
Write Must I Penning the Praises of My Lord Accolades ---
~~Accolades to Robert Lindley~~
Write must I penning the praises of my Lord
Jotting down the letters combine into words
I write the words that God give me
I wrote the words God gives me
Like the cool breeze blowing the leaves,
of a tree God gives me
I sing the words God gave me
Placed encased in angelic harmonies
I breathe the air oxygen God gives me
A living spirit moving
I say the words to the readers and listeners
Write must I penning the praises of my Lord
Jotting down the letters combine into words
I write the words that God give me
I wrote the words God gives me
A beauty from the soul
More than mere words
Accolade this wordsmith
Gallant passionate craft
I award you in eternal brotherhood
Continue to write those words write on
Hold the quill ever so still
Write until forever book is filled
Write must I penning the praises of my Lord
Jotting down the letters combine into words
I write the words that God give me
I wrote the words God gives me
Penance unveil new brotherhood new friend
Even tho, we have never met your word forever in my heart
Write, Pen please don't never ever lay it down
Write the verses sonnet, sand poems
Continue my brother your not alone
Tis an honor to call you brother
Honor to read your verses, your words
That ribbed from your soul
Write must I penning the praises of my Lord
Jotting down the letters combine into words
I write the words that God give me
I wrote the words God gives me
Your honor is an merit of acknowledged merit
Praising God the words you share it
Soldier knighted in words of enlightenment
Privileged honor writer delighted my poetic friend writes lovely
Dedicated to Brother Robert Lindley
1/5/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
a Dedication to Brother Robert Lindley