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Have seen an utopian lane, amidst the thicket, latent In the abode of the clouds, in the lap of the tranquil wilderness, far far away from the mundane mist!
A wheezing sparsely inhabited hamlet, Khonoma, a centuries- old settlement, so green, so serene!
Its' pristine unsullied views, lush wilderness, verdant bushes, aromatic wild blooms, resplendent orchids, rippling rills, are untouched and sacred!
The Angami tribes, the thorpes' dwellers lead an uncustomary simple life, crammed with ancient, timeless traditions and practices, with nature's absolute accord!
The unique panaromic cultivation practice, terrace farming, sprawling on the slopes makes the very sight elating!
Look, the remote richest biodiversity region is twirling with the endemic scented native flora and fauna, the boscage are cramming with untamed wild colourful fruits!
The revered cultural bird, the grey-billed Tragpon, is intoning from the bushes, making the milieu frolic!
Myriads of colourful birds are migrating to nestle in the sacred bushes of the mystic rills!
The pellucid drops from the misty mesas of nearby cascades are playing with the colourful pebbles!
Far from the pandemic, the cherubic hilly terrain is bustling with cerulean rills, shrouded by tropical rain forests and stepped paddy fields!
How finite are the rustic folks' wants and needs, the primitive shanties to dwell, the crystal cascades to quench, the crops of the golden fields to feed the mouths, the vibrant fiestas with nature's changing seasons to celebrate!
A paragon of men and nature in absolute harmony, is lying placidly, the transcendental picturesque tableland, Khonoma, the wheezing green hamlet, an utopia untrodden to bless the naive natives of the far flung highland!
" Sometimes in quest of no man's Utopia, we may miss the existing unleashed Utopia in proximity, yet untrodden " Quote by poet
November 11th 2021
Contest: " U" contest, New Poems Only
Sponsored by: Constane La France
The Past is near
The creaking sound of un-oiled cart
wheels crushing tiny pebbles on
the sandy lane as the night drew near.
The prudent eyes of a mule saw me,
hesitated, then carried on walking its
own ancient dream and the old farmer,
afoot beside his friend, murmured
something about the weather and soil.
I left the lane and came upon a field
where contented cattle rested, chewing
cud and sighing into the long night…
Laid down, on soft grass, looked up to
the sky as clouds parted and the moon
sprinkled the earth with a handful of
silver and dogs wailed their sorrow
up to the light of their God.
The very first time I saw him
I thought he looked sublime
Never dreaming in all the world
That one day he would be mine,
He was not what you'd call 'a head turner'
He didn't stand out in a crowd
But in my eyes, Morris was gorgeous
When I was with him, I always felt proud
Life with him was never at 'snails pace'
We spent many an hour cruising town
And although he lived life 'in the fast lane'
He never, once, let me down
Always there, exactly when needed
On him I could always depend
Through time we became unseparable
He was a solid, reliable friend,
We would visit all maner of places
He was full of drive and vim
With Morris I found the freedom
I would never have known but for him
Then one day, it was all over,
I knew life wouldn't be the same
That nothing on earth would fill the void
Of never seeing Morris again,
It broke my heart when we parted
Although I knew he had to go
And I wept, as I handed the stranger the keys
To drive away 'Morris'.....my metro!!
Ukulele Gamma
007 Bandplace
Metropolis USA
00500-005
Dear Lois Lane
First thing , first Dame Banjo
and Rookie Wooliers experiments
Include bamboo and spray foam.
Some other things less worthy
Of mentioning. I showed her
the leather concepts,
she laughed at Both brands
And remarked who's or
Should I say what rightminded
Person who wear Elk leather
Pants and fish leather boots
Ellie Farlow had a baby with
Bleepin Task and Jock Ewing
sent him to Mexico, he meet
Mystiques Rakott and had three
Son and four daughters. While in
Havana he meet Pale Chopin who
Introduced him to Merian C. Cooper
the third.who Paul Are back smuggled
a meteorite and Kong's dna from a
Lab in Cuba to a secret place called
Galacta. We don't know much but
Dr. Wolfgang Sinister and Nurse Savage
Had files that included "Bird Bionic"
and " Travusphere" we saw a woman
Flying round Mount Ferris and a man
Walking on water. Badka told me it was
Black Manta and Mystique, I just thought
Lois and Jimmy should know.
Sincerly Yours
Ukulele Gamm
Where does the green and grey path travel to
Laden with the hushed love and numbing pain
The dark sky descends to join the weird blue
Whispering in the ears of deep breath lane
Does it lead to the concealed yet green grace
Beneath headstones of the bones in silence
Can you listen my dear pale green Cypress
Can we look just once through your mystic lens
Stark lone tombstones surrounded by close vine
Rare footfalls with the boquets of love breath
For blue shades that once dwelt in now still mind
Now reduced to nothingness underneath
Rest in peace, when the leave bird will call me
Underneath the ivy I will join thee
______________________________________________________
3/10/2016
For the contest Overgrown with Vines
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Ah, look at all the stupid people.
I look at all the stupid people.
Eleanor Rigby has nothing to say but goes on and goes on and goes on.
She's a moron.
Mr McKenzie whines and complains about everything under the moon.
He's a buffoon.
All the stupid people, where do they all come from?
All the stupid people, I wish they all were gone.
Ah, look at all the stupid people.
I look at all the stupid people.
Jennifer Tomei chatters away to the cashier holding up the line.
Inconsiderate idiot of all time.
Joseph McCarthy drives very slow on the highway in the fast lane.
He drives motorists insane.
All the stupid people, where do they all come from?
All the stupid people, I wish they all were gone.
Ah, look at all the stupid people.
I look at all the stupid people.
One Froggy Christmas Eve
A Frog went a-courtin' one Christmas Eve
Arms full of flowers for his latest squeeze
She is a sweet tiny mouse who's named Jane
And lives in a tree house down Mouse-Hole Lane.
He held her tight beneath wintry moonlight
But then it snowed mercilessly that night
Jane got buried in snow, Frog went berserk
Waiting for his dear sweetheart to emerge.
Frog croaked all night, such a pitiful sight
Wondering why for him nothing goes right
Then bells from afar brought hope to his heart
‘Twas Santa arriving on the sleigh cart.
Santa came trudging along though the snow
With his troop of reindeer helpers in tow
"What's up Frog" Santa Clause clothed in red said
"My girlfriend Jane is under snow lain dead."
Santa chose Rudolph the strongest reindeer
To start digging carefully around here
Rudolph stood proudly puffing out his chest
Pleased to be asked, assuredly said “yes.”
Rudolph used his red-nose to dig up snow
A faint little voice squeaked "hello, hello”
It was mouse Jane, she’d come alive again
Making Christmas merry down Mouse-Hole Lane.
7th December 2020
Three of us went out to bowl
For this is done by many, the young and the old
We talked as we waited and stood in line
For the leagues to finish using up their time
We got our lane, now let the games begin
To see who will be the winner when we get to the end
My bowling started off like oh so whack
I couldn't even believe I was bowling like that
I gutter balled to the left and then to the right
And wondered if this was gonna happen all night
One person bowled strikes almost the whole night through
For this is something he so loves to do
He bowled them strikes like back to back to back
And he wasn't trying to give nobody no slack
The other one also bowled better than me
For I was indeed the worst of the three
I think they were bowling strikes so they could get another glance
At this nice figure bent over in them gray fitted pants
I know they were looking and imaging too
For that's in their nature and that's just what men do
I was being challenged all the way around
Cause I wasn't used to having the guard rails down
I knew I could knock down at least one pin
Or was I being distracted by these two fine men
I went to the bathroom just to get away
And one had to wonder if I went there to pray
Because when I got back, I was better than before
As I rolled that ball straight down the middle of the floor
I rolled some strikes and even some nines
Cause I wasn't trying to be left way behind
We had nachos and pizza as we sat down and ate
And enjoyed each other's company on our bowling date
Alright, it's crunch time, time to bring our A game
For we all wanted to shine with a high score by our name
Every step taken was done in stride
And each ball rolled, was rolled with pride
There were chants and cheers and high fives too
See motivating each other is something we do
We didn't care about the time cause we were having such fun
The next thing I knew, it was twenty after one
Bowling was cool, I must truly say
When it was all said and done, the winner was Ray
Jazz Fingers-Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews-
Verse 1
Oh, when the night gets low and the shadows swing,
I feel a rhythm rise in everything.
Snap your fingers, let 'em dance like breeze,
With jazz fingers tapping softy to tease.
Ivory play the keys for me, PIanO leaves
Chorus
Them Jazz fingers moveN right, let the music take flight,
We’ll groove in sync under neon lights bright.
The world fades away with a sweet serenade,
Let them horns N drum play
Just you and me where memories are made.
Verse 2
As tha saxophone whispers secrets of old,
The bass thumps deep with tales yet untold.
Cascading piano keys play love’s refrain,
This jazzy haven we’ll never feel pain.
Metal golden buttons push them for me
*(Chorus)*
Them Jazz fingers moveN right, let the music take flight,
We’ll groove in sync under neon lights bright.
The world fades away with a sweet serenade,
Let them horns N drum play
Just you and me where memories are made.
Bridge
Dimly room lit where spirits entwine,
Every snap tells a story; it’s simply divine.
Heartbeats up sync with each trumpet's rhymes roar—
Feel that pulse magic through every encore.
Verse 3
So lift your glass high for these moments sublime—
With laughter and song woven deep mastics time.
Let’s travel together down this vibrant lane—
To swingin’ reflections so passions remain.
Final Chorus
Jazz fingers tonight—we’re lost in their grace,
Each stroke paints delight on life’s canvas space.
Drummers beats up tempo, like a woodpecker
Under moons so mellow
We’ll laugh 'til it stings—
A celebration of beauty only jazz brings!
Outro
Yeah! Feel those jazz fingers gliding so free—
As long as there’s music… rhythms moves come share it with me!
09/3/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
for SHASTA JAZZ DEDICATED VERSE FOR SHATA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #1
The clock struck 1020 AM on a Tuesday morning
in mid-May of 2024. I thought for a moment about
the trials and struggles of my life. As I began
what could have been a long muse down a memory lane
of adversities, I was struck by one recurring fact.
In every situation, there was God.
In every valley, there was family.
In every pit, there was a Church.
In every desert, there were friends.
On this gentle May morning, an old friend named
Todd, whom I have not seen in 30-plus years,
flashed across the pages of my mind. Todd was
a mechanic by trade, and he rescued my car and
my family on more than one occasion.
Each 'breakdown' left me feeling hopeless and alone.
That is until Todd came along and rescued me. I'm
thinking of Todd just now whom I met in the summer
of 1986. I shall never forget the gracious spirit of
Todd and his family.