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Dozing on a hammock
strung between two towering palms
with the sky above-
color washed in turquoise blue
and the waters below
reflecting that heavenly hue,
you came to me causing ripples
of joy, sailing in a whimsical dream
like the strains of a symphony
churning out endless vibrations
in my solitary heart
you showed up
all too sudden
like a rainbow on my vacant sky
after a cloud burst of cloistered grief
to blaze it with iridescent shades
Your smile
embalmed my bruised spirit
with the coolness of a summer drizzle
falling, like manna
over starved Israelites
in their arduous odyssey
through blistering sands
Your passionate breath,
spewed on my face
bore the scent of opening buds
in the mazy tangle of wild creepers
growing dense in nearby woods.
Your amorous whispers
fell in my ears
with the sweetness of the melody
from *Krishna’s flute
with Radha near ,love sick
her lips curled in an immaculate smile.
Your soft footsteps
like the jingle of a court dancer
echoed in the silence of my soul
with a hundred evocations
As the jingles
came nearer in synchronizing rhythm
I held out my arms
to clasp you in tight embrace
and reel you in frenzied jig
But you vanished,
vanished,
with the swiftness
of bubbles rising and breaking
in a beer glass,
leaving me to my desolate zone
The sky overhead had changed
into another shade
Still I lay in mid air,
with my eyes sealed tight
to re-live that whimsical dream
once again!
*According to Hindu Scriptures, Radha and Krishna were so devoted to each other that their romance remains a love legend of all times. Radha would fly into a state of ecstasy with the songs flowing through Krishna's flute…..
'W' New Poems Poetry Contest- Whimsical
Sponsor- Constance La France
Why am I a love-sick, dead-broke loser
in love with a rich and affluent girl?
A poor, unwise fool, why did I choose her?
(I can't afford such a lovely, rich Pearl!)
I wish I were a prince, handsome and rich,
youthful and full of promise and prospects
(for her): but I'm none of the above, which
makes us at best love's unlikely suspects.
Ironic that the love of my bleak life
is beyond my abject, penniless reach
and past my hope of her being my wife:
barriers that harsh Fate won't let me breach.
But God they say can move heaven and earth
for those of unlike yoke to meet His goals;
now and anon He moves those hearts of worth
which He wills and unites as entwined souls.
Love makes me lovesick
I want some self-esteem, but I am lost inside of you.
I’m licking my wounds after another battle with love.
I thought we were living the dream, but now I know that is untrue.
All that you did for me was never enough to earn my trust.
I drag you inside my heart for a feeling,
Because all I can feel is I need to be leaving.
Love me forever! Or I will turn my back on you.
I am sick to the stomach of your idea of love
And I cannot allow you to keep on stealing.
I give and you take and give nothing in return;
Silence your lies and leave the memories to burn.
Stir your pot and I will let you once more churn;
You lied and I cried and now you have become not even mentioned…
Not even Her.
Left to be forgotten by a love of a life;
A possible true love became my destruction overnight.
A love like this makes me feel sick!
So I am ok with just leaving it.
A pessimist is never disappointed;
With you I have become severely disjointed.
I miss the memories of those days of love or something.
Reality bites, something was never real
And this love you claim to give out is really…nothing.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Monday, 15/7/2024, 20:23:00
It was late. Time to say goodnight.
As I waved goodbye at my front door.
You gave me your hand to help me walking down the steps.
I sang "Take my hand, take my whole life too"
You "For I can't help falling in love with you"
You recited me the title of that song.
The next Morning, I checked online and found that song.
I went to M Central, and hogged the piano,
Amazingly, within 30 minutes,
I managed to play and sing it.
It was the first song I ever played and sang along with it.
Before that day, I could only play melodies,
But never be able to do what I did for you.
Later that evening, when you paid me a visit.
I jumped on the Keyboard and asked if you would like to hear,
The song "Can't help falling in love".
You quickly stopped me from playing it.
You explained you had heard enough of it,
While growing up with your family.
I knew there was much more than that.
You had a crush on that Asian primary school girl friend and lost her.
The song reminded you of your heart broken time, and
You wanted no one bringing back your lovesick time.
BB, if you can't let go of the past,
You will never be able to share your future with anyone,
Including the one you love, if you have one.
His arms wrapped around her frail body,
cradling her gently as he feels the warm sickness.
Her hair clings about her sweat-soaked face
as a fever burns with raging anger.
A need of wet snow,
to cool her brow to break the fever,
he refuses to let her die.
A fear within him sets,
knowing she will soon die.
She is his heart;
he wants and needs her to survive.
He holds on to her
for dear life against his chest
watching helplessly
as the woman he has loved is dying.
In his arms she lays still and quiet,
her breath leaving her body
to leave the world behind.
10/13/2017
Contest Name: Broken-Hearted Poems
Sponsored By: Broken Wings
Departed poems in a gray post-dated heaven
clatter wings together like hens in a jailers coop.
Words never die, they bury themselves in
heaps of dry leaves, distant laughter scatters
the sadly said.
Muse-makers wear plastic rainhats
that flutter like bats in the sunlight.
Words have to be tied together
or they sink alone in an empty fish bowl.
Japanese girls in designer Nike's
skip over words completely and we all hear.
Silk flowers in China teacups sail a deep blue ink.
The poets speak in tie-dyed riddles,
in dribbles between the loosely connected.
Atop a mountain, goats bray,
love-sick donkeys harken with their heavy hearts.
Legions of cock-hatted rhymers are born again
to confuse the world with their simplistic sounds.
Writing for all the long dead letters
is an art for baby fingers and painted opera singers.
Undertakers gather; their electronic ankle-beepers
sing within freshly dug sonnets and odes.
The deceased travel on, spinning a gray language,
they are silk moths weaving tinsel rainbows
that by chance
speak words still wet from closed lips.
Connie, Connie, Connie, you are an inspiration
Your love sick songs a bluesy celebration
Carolina moon making us lonely for our own home town
scattering your love light, you know how to get down
Connie, Connie, Connie, a reflection of the sixties for sure
Your headscarf accentuating a heart so innocent and pure
we can see you in the window singing songs to your man
wishing he would come home, smiling as only he can
Connie, Connie, Connie, gorgeous singer of your time
Words romantic and wistful, one man saying “you’re mine”
Your songs were amazing, your voice rang out so very true
Carolina moon will always seem both upbeat and blue
Ooh La La La
I’m a candidate for your love;
Do you think I remind you of?
The boy you used to date, well;
The one you used to hate yea;
I’m being to cautious towards;
The love sick girl my reward;
To you I bring gifts of love and joy; (the joys)
Ooh, honey want you so, to be my only, only girl
Ooh la la la
La la la
Ooh la la la
La la la la
Ooh la la la la la, la la la
Take living alone with love truly grown;
Not leaving anew you girl I felt you were blue; (so true)
This trying sensation makes me feel sworn; (almost reborn-sworn)
The love of you oh, baby yea I do love ya baby wow
Together we fell into love in love stepping on to love girl love;
Oh baby now girl give this poor unlucky boy a whirl, a twirl;
Ooh la la la
La la la
Ooh la la la
La la la la
Ooh la la la la la, la la la
I’ll be singing a tune;
Oh, darling while I’m feeling for you;
Ooh la la la I keep thinking of you
Ooh la la la want you back my darling
Ooh la la la do you think I remind you of
Ooh la la la
La la la
Ooh la la la
La la la la
Ooh la la la la la, la la la
10/25/71
Written words by James Edward Lee ©1971, 2019
“Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life." (Jude 1:21 of the King James Bible)
Lovers’ wedding midst virtual upheaval!!!
Confirmed fake news --- yet verily viral
surpassing its rival, truth that’s vital
though surely dismissed as vainly trivial
rumor is still sought for its grand arrival…
Thank God for love-propelled spiritual revival
through Scriptures’ assertion yon earthly survival.
Love-sick toward marital directive!!!
Great news of impact--- negative
from fatal infection, not positive
midst pink of health, surely affirmative
vanquishing fears, terribly obstructive…
Praise God; His compassionate grace is effective
Combatting sin-virus, grievously destructive.
Love’s bliss smites hatred-pain that’s traumatic!!!
Good news… awesome, but defied by skeptic
“Respect our perspective...” says a critic
Smiley greetings offend pessimistic
Oh, thumbs up signs cheer the optimistic…
Thank God for His love-poured blessings so fantastic
faith-claimed by every dogmatic or pragmatic.
Love life’s firmness starts from crush altitude!!!
Trending news lacking factual fortitude
Soon are media jokes midst fine rectitude
While miracle stories of gratitude
Stay flickering in silent solitude…
Praise God for His boundless mercy’s infinitude
Timeless for sharing love-care’s boundless magnitude.
(My attempt of Grook-series with five lines per stanza and two-line commentaries in bold.)
March 1, 2022
2nd place, "G - Give me a new poem- any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/25/2022.
I need a magic potion
I need a magic spell
I need a magic wand
To get me out of this hell
I need to make him notice
I need to make him speak
I need to make him desire
To be love sick and weak
I want to be ravishing
I want to be full of grace
I want to be bewitching
To see passion in his face
I want to be victorious
I want to reign supreme
I want to be the queen
To be worshipped in his dream
I need to cook up a potion
I need to mix it right
I need to make him drink it
To look at me with delight.
My magic potion is rancid
My magic wand is dead
My magic spell is useless
To make him love me instead.