Long Jubilee Poems
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autumn rainbow jubilee
shades of autumn burst
colorful hillside hues ~
inner fire of fall
umber oaks shed leaves
tall forest giants shiver ~
sleepy acorns doze
fiery scarlet leaves
sugar maples glow like coals ~
flurries of orange
fall breeze fantasies
gold flutters from aspen trees ~
overcoats of snow
birch trees ochre leaves
black and white tuxedo bark ~
kinglets swing on boughs
multi-colored leaves
rainbows green pink and saffron ~
sycamores spread fruit
shapely hickory
furrowed dark grey scaly bark ~
squirrels hide tree nuts
spiny light brown pods
autumn storms harvest chestnuts ~
cold reigns in raindrops
autumn jubilee
bounty of leaves nuts and seeds ~
beauty walks the earth
10-27-22
St. Paddy’s Day has come. At dawn,
Wake up and put a smile on!
The birds are whistling cheerily
This day of green, a day for glee.
The time has come for conjuring
The start of something sweet. . . Like spring!
So be footloose and fancy free
This day of green, a day for glee.
Go out and find a verdant place
And let the sunshine touch your face.
Relax; enjoy the scenery
This day of green, a day for glee.
A child’s soul inside you thrives.
Unloose it, and when night arrives,
Be ready for a jubilee
This day of green, a day for glee!
Then bring your favorite friends along
To laugh and dance and sing a song.
You’ll wish that life could always be
This day of green, a day for glee!
For The Wearing of the Green Poetry Contest
of Francine Roberts
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A black cloud descends…. , , ,
Each flower grows hopeful! ,,
In jubilation, katydids, laughingly, make noisy ovations! , , ,
Party-planner, Queen Rosie, STOPS to
unleash verses,with ’xcited Yiddish zeal !
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D Daisy Mae, and Lily Gay, bathe in refreshing rains ,,
A Anointed too, are tiny baby buds, with every little drop ,, ,,,
N Narcissus squeals with laughter, and sings a sweet refrain
C Crickets dance with plaid berets, and do a Celtic hop!
I In the mud we’ll find two pigs, they splash, but then rain STOPS!
N Nanny Goose, and Granny Goat, play banjos in the band
G Gardenias, stash away umbrellas, they scrub from end to end
R Rabbits hear the jubilee, and from a hole they pop
A A squirrel or two, comes down the tree, where all the fuss began
I In spite of fear, the little mouse, looks out to see what’s up
N Nearby, the cat, just waves his hat, allows the mice some fun!
N Dogs join in, STOP chasing cats, they splash, and play like kids
R Rainbows fill the evening sky, where now the sun peeks in
O Overhead, the colors smile, in greens, and blues and reds
P Pretty is the world tonight, refreshed, and clean, and good
S Softly STOPS the pitter-pat upon on the evening’s hood
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Thirsty trees, and tender tulip tongues, tasted today’s tantalizing tonic
Rain STOPS to retreat, to replenish, refresh, repair, and rest
Delighted dancers STOP, to discuss day’s divine delivery duties
Rainbows remind recovering revelers reasons to STOP and reflect, rejoice, recent rainy rewards
Slowly, in soft slippers, STOPping to shine, sun sets silently.
Satisfactorily satiated, the scenery seems serene, sparkling and sleepy…..
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Inspired by Debbie's Contest "Aye, Aye, and a Mistress"
O’ friend! Son of this realm your native land
and Knight of the Long Bay on the long shore -
Fisher King to its isle and rock and sand
where long ago we drank and gazed The Tor.
In breastplate and armour in older times
we’d sharpen lance and tongue as was our code -
two valiant men of arms under the tall pines
led their avenger down Rock Isle Road.
Fifty years you lived a king's tale
and fifty years keeper of the Unholy Grail.
O’ Captain! My Captain! I say to you
the mind is still young and the heart is true.
And I echo back to that flickered light
when the fires of youth burned in you and me -
your joust a friendly repulse to my smite
in our sometime world of fu*kwittery!
Truly we are each to each older bound
so stoke the fires that blaze up on the Firth -
think on its mortal flame, its living sound
how one day it shall perish from the Earth.
Fifty years you lived a knight's tale
and fifty years keeper of the Unholy Grail.
O’ Captain! My Captain! I say to you
the mind is still young and the heart is true.
Written: June 2010
For CB on his 50th Birthday
The Lava Flows
The lava flows of Hawaii,
Fresh surrounds of a coral sea,
A fern forest midst rising mist,
Place where orchids and sweethearts tryst,
Tempestuous flames apogee.
Entertaining birds are carefree,
Verdant vales, mountain trails, sightsee,
Paradise echoes beauty's gist,
The lava flows.
People observe Queen's Jubilee,
As a Sun shines in Gemini,
Natural forces do persist,
Beauty endures as we exist,
Unmistakably we foresee,
The lava flows.
2020 February 15
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND no 680,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Howmanysyllables;
13 lines x 8 syllables per + 2 lines x 4 syllables per = 112 syllables total
Oi energize universal girth I whom am I Elohim creation birth heavenly skies heavenly body rain down through the channel the first thing I did I flew
Next I channeled The view next Elohim encased my breath my essence into a flesh suit now from the womb I've risen from the womb I escaped heaven's embrace from the womb I erupt blood gushes out I come out I erupt I confess I am blessed I crawl
No longer fly I am engaged older I get I walk now I stand I am a woman a man yet I've never let go of the hand Yahweh
Oh I walk with the Father straight to the altar I stand holding His hand
And as I walk with the Father Him and I souls embrace His eyes are filled with love and grace
Oh I once flew then I crawl now I walk next step I make I shall dance with my Father
Dance with me Daddy, Father hold my hand
Dance with me Father holding my hand
I am my Father's son(daughter)
O' gracious father embrace me as we walk together down the altar
Through life's journey hand in hand we thank you Father father for holding our hands
Walk walk with me
Dance dance with me
I reference you as you reveal the beauty within me
Hold my hand Lord as we walk together
Heavenly Father come dance with me
Hallelujah Jubilee
4/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
Winter’s Fantasies
Winter walks the mountain hills at nightfall
Breathlessly awaiting evening’s first flakes of snow,
An alpine carnival that rowdy clouds threatened to toss upon their faces;
When, at last, the brumaled storm releases a snowy masquerade
Sweet serenity fills dusky eyes with wistful fantasies of twirling snowflakes,
Visions of barren aspen arms embracing shivering jewels of glittering glitz,
A carnival of crystalline jubilee in wind whipped flakes.
Winter smiles as the evening sky slowly turns her dark side inside out
From black to white to turquoise and to blue
The moon slow pulls herself above these mountain hills in festival
To ride a winter sky watching over midnight’s silver shimmering earth
Alive with twinkling moonbeam stars, bright refractions of sisters in the sky,
When the mountains glimmer cold as midnight – blue as stars –
Wearing new ermine alpine furs -cloaks of argent sparkle.
1-12-22
Contest: Winter Wonders within Nature
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
Lord when I rise to greet each day
I start with just a prayer
to tell you I am thankful Lord,
and that I know you’re there.
I hear you in the meadow
singing songs of jubilee,
and in the forest I hear the sound
of a heavenly symphony.
I sit there and I listen
to every note you sing,
in Winter, Fall and Summer,
but especially in Spring.
Spring is such a hopeful time.
It’s then I hear and see
your love for us displayed each dawn
in every melody.
The rooster crows, the robin sings,
the peepers sing along,
and I in silent ecstasy
am grateful for each song.
Thursday, April 25
I'm a prisoner of poetry
Chained to the curse of the verse
Locked in the labyrinth of lyrics
For my better or for worse
I'm a prisoner of poetry
Captive to words and notions
Jailed by the jubilee of jingles
Confined by my emotions
I'm a prisoner of poetry
Restrained by the rhythm of rhymes
Immured by the mad myths of metres
Thoughts tied to my Muse's crimes
I'm a prisoner of poetry
Shackled to enchanting runes
Fettered by the freedom it gives me
Bound to literary tunes
I'm a prisoner of poetry
Liberated by my writes
It hooks me, holds me, helps me, heals me
With my Muse, I touch new heights
The Source of Love
Oh dear Lord as I come near
My praise and adoration you will hear.
I enter into your courts with praise
And hinder not my voice to raise.
You are the mighty omnipotent one,
Holy, righteous and compared to none
Omniscient, omnipresent, majestic King,
To you my offerings I do bring.
Creator of the universe,
In you I will my soul immerse.
To lift you high on eagle’s wings
Oh, most glorious King of Kings.
You sent your son to show us the way,
And to give us hope for that coming day.
When he shall return and the trumpets sound
Oh, what jubilee and joy shall abound.
Where Oh death is now thy sting?
Thy mercy Lord is a blessed thing.
When I consider all Thy ways,
I’ll rest in you for all my days.
Your love is like the setting sun.
So beautiful is our redeeming one.
Who paid the penalty for our sin.
And now allows us to enter in.
How wonderfully soothing is your grace.
It makes my heart continue pace.
And comforts all who know your love.
That glorious bliss from above.
You are full of loving kindness.
Gone forever that crippling blindness.
Indeed you’ve opened all our eyes,
Who’ve been rescued from our demise.
Oh what joy comes from salvation.
You have given to every tongue and nation.
We worship you with sweet oblation.
Your Word is truth and our sanctification.
Now our joy is entirely complete,
As we look forward to when we’ll meet.
Our triune God in heaven above,
Who alone is our source of love.
John Stasukevich
8/25/2011