Long May Poems
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“Upon your knees in golden naves, while peeking through the slots,
You horded thirty silver pieces, downed a whiskey shot,
Then crossed yourself and wrapped yourself in furs of ocelots,
And danced on cleated cloven hoofs in purple polka-dots,
Then drank His blood from chalice cups with pious afterthoughts.
“You’ve treated men like mongrels chained, like little flies to swat,
By doing what you wanted to, instead of what you aught;
You’ve wiped your nose with dollar bills and paid your serfs with snot,
But when you’ve paused to preen your pride, you’ve scrubbed a scarlet blot.
“In ashes of our victories: the diamonds that you sought,
The crock of gold, the Golden fleece of bogus Argonauts -
In mirrors of your lifelessness, the evils you begot.
“The haunted winds strew leaves of time across a shallow plot
Where now, beneath the frozen stones blanched bodies bathe in rot,
Disintegrate, return to dust to feed Forget-Me-Nots
Amidst the bane and pits of pain where broken bones lie caught.
“In fields above the catacombs and tombs of Camelot
The black and withered tree of Death arises from the spot
Where oft beneath a bleeding moon you hid your gold in pots
Embedding doubts neath barren bogs where roots of wormwood squat.
“While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,
From branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,
Your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,
With dangling pearls and diamond studs mid dripping crimson clots
And gaping wounds with bulging eyes like fouling apricots,
For wrapped in chains around your throat, the Reaper’s grim garrote.”
Yes, that’s the fate of all your kind, disclosed by Wise Men taught.
But that was, oh, so long ago, by now you have forgot…
End
I imagined you sitting there
On your wheelchair
Head to one side
Watching me water the garden
Reaching out to touch the bougainvillea
Smiling your crooked smile
The water gushed from the hose
And from my eyes
I miss you
Especially today,
Your birthday
Right on the eve of mine
And you aren’t here, Mama
You aren’t here.
I lost you too soon
Too soon, Mama
I’m not talking about the day
You passed away
I’ m talking about growing up
Knowing
Knowing that illness was eating away
Your life
Your hope
Your dreams
Your passion
Your joy
I grew up seeing the blood
The burns
The stiches
The lopsided smile
The hazy eyes
I grew up hearing....
The coughing
The slurred speech
I grew up knowing
Knowing...
That I’m losing you
I remember the afternoon
When you looked at me and said,
“You’re afraid, afraid I’m going to die, aren’t you?”
I heard the catch in your voice
And all the fears I’d held back
Came gushing out
And you held me as we both cried
Knowing
Knowing….our birthday celebrations together
Would be limited
Today is your birthday, Mama
May 17….tomorrow it’s my birthday
May 18…and through it all
I remember you
And I miss you
And I want you to know
All the things that are happening in my life
But you’re asleep…waiting for the wakeup call
To be free of your wheelchair
Of your prison
Mama, we’ll celebrate life together in heaven!
Soon, Mama!
It will be soon!
Decisions
Once again the day has come and gone
So many things still left undone
Waiting for that right someone
Hoping he hasn’t come and gone
Wanting to be independent and free
All the while the thought scares me
Thoughts keep floating through my head
At times i don’t want to get out of bed
Needing to make it on my own
Wanting to prove that I am all grown
Breaking free is hard to do
Don’t want to disappoint you
I see the fear in your eye
Your little girl is trying to fly
You’re scared that i’ll leave you
But know I will always need you
Now it’s my time
To see how high i can climb
I know i can do it
Your love helps me through it
Don’t want you to you think i’m running away
For back to you i’ll always sway
You helped me grow and help me learn
But now it is my turn
Because of your i’ll never sink
You taught me how to swim
I’ll always have you
This is just something i have to do
Spread my wings and leave the nest
You’ll be a big part of the rest
It’s the circle of life
Dealing with all this strife
Right now i won’t bend
It’ll come in the end
Feeling like I am left behind
These last few years been in a bind
Wanting freedom but needing you
So unsure of what to do
Knowing i should take this chance
Not quite knowing how to dance
In the end just make it up
Learning it’s part of life to screw up
I’m still afraid to make mistakes
Knowing sometimes that what it takes
Knowing life may not be easy
At times not fun or breezy
But in the light of a new day
Everything’s clear all the way
I know what i have to do
Even though in some ways it may hurt you
But i’ll say it again like i did before
I’ll always have an open door
I hope you’ll use it
I know you’ll come through it
I’ll only be a call away
If you need me in any way
Remember this isn’t goodbye
Only something i must try
May the grace of Lord fall to all!
Rain down on me Father;
Shine on me O God;
Let you reign, let it rain waters down upon me from heaven
May the light shown, shine;
Shine on my heart of hearts O’ God
May we redeem ourselves?
Beyond heavens gates;
And for all eternity;
May we reign freed;
Free from sin, repentance;
May the grace
May the grace of the Lord;
May the grace of God;
May the grace of Lord fall to all!
Be strong, bold, beautiful and loud;
I’ll be His child, Holy Hallelujah
Ever
Ever
Evermore
May the grace
May the grace of the Lord
Be evermore, forever more beautiful
May the grace of Lord fall to all!
Based on words by SILPIKA KALITA a dedicated verse
May the grace of Lord fall to all!
10/12/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Dew glistens, whimsical, over gentle dawn
hues fade beyond the background of sparkly nights
silent moments breath light on the nourished lawn
creeks flow gently, harmonizing with bobwhites
wind’s soft voice overflows with a melting song
reflections of timeless joy a poet writes
shadows erase the still of winter so strong
her dreams burning wild in the brilliance of hope
knowing that this grace of Spring is never wrong
storybook worlds rise as fostered seeds elope
musical chairs played between the heart and soul
thunder and lightening don’t know how to cope
the glory of Springtime concludes with a stroll
through those hearts who know God’s grace will make them whole
(This is a fictional poem)
The well is dry and it keeps getting hotter.
It hasn't rained in a long time and we need water.
We can't afford bottled water and there are no springs around here.
Unless we can find more water, we'll lose our crops this year.
It was such a waste to plant all of those seeds.
I'm scared to death because we have three kids to feed.
We may lose the farm and we may lose our children as well.
Our lives are falling apart and we're going through hell.
Maybe my in-laws were right when they said I can't succeed.
God, please send us a miracle because a miracle is what we need.
Spring has fragrant blossoms to reap
And as it awakens from slumber deep
Spring sings of blooms and life anew
And butterflies and skies of blue
Summer sings of sun and sand
Of ice cream cones and getting tanned
Of beautiful sunsets that delight
Of moonlit walks on sultry nights
It is in these moonlit walks I take
Crystalline steps with wishes I make
That started with spring’s new beginning
My heart just keeps on singing
Let there be peace, sunrise to sunset
In a butterfly’s flight to things unseen yet
Let sweet ice cream tasted in every flavor
Blend with memories at warm beaches to savor
For autumn’s song will soon take hold
With rustling leaves of red and gold
Soon the trees will have no melody to share
For autumn’s song will leave them bare
Until snow spreads like an angel’s wings
Lining tree branches with glistening white
Softly, my heart continues to sing
In the silence of snow falling into the night
Created by Heidi Sands and Joseph May
7/5/17
God , No God, May be God
Question arose there, who created God?
Nor he is begotten,
No. He begets not.
God. No God. Maybe God.
Uncertainty told the light a lot
He is sometimes far away, sometimes nearest
to your integer number of fantasy pages,
already brought.
There is already a lot on your plate. Truly a lot!
You and stress eating vetoed these , as understood
The glory faded away as
she stood on the deck with the burning sun, behind, a melting pot!
Still a beauty with flawless smile and
pearls of the forgotten time, as impeccable time sought!
I thought you did!
You held me up close and it simply withered away during sleep time
without the faintest clue of any debating try!
With teardrop of a lifetime, lifeline,
and a parable paraphrase, folklore
equidistantly located loci, of a vagabond sky!
May, queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, what pretty music shall we charm the hours?" - Lord Edward Thurlow
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May, queen of blossoms, month of flower blooms
With medley of hues and scents dispel glooms
Sweet entwining between spring of rebirth
And looming season of manhood on earth
When the world awakens in vibrant green
When gentle warmth creates a joyous scene
When robins sing their lovely songs on trees
And the cheeks are caressed by gentle breeze
I chant your glory with quills of my pen
For showering hope and joy on all men.
On the first of May we celebrated,
Our rural town consisted of Europeans;
From Britain, France, Sweden, Finland,
And Canada, it was a community day.
Dancing, singing,
Fiddlers, bagpipes;
Balloons and food,
Neighbours young and old came.
Girls danced around the maypole singing,
And one girl was crowned Queen of May Day;
It was a carnival festival of springtime,
Houses decorated with paper streamers.
Flower baskets,
Sweets to delight;
Parades and sports,
Lily of the valley flower given.
The sky above was always azure blue,
A sweet breeze drifted the lovely spring scents;
Pets and people in bright attire strolled,
We celebrated all day and into the night.
Bonfire songs,
Old stories told;
Handshakes shared,
This is my first of May memory.
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April 13, 2015
Poetry/Pastoral/Dance Into May
Copyright Protected, ID 04-662-910-13
All Rights Reserve, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, On The First Of May,
sponsor, Isaiah Zerbst, Judged 05/2015
Seventh Place