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Ordinary wasn't good enough for his love-filled notion
So he bottled his message and floated it into deep ocean.
Telling her he knew, red rose was her favorite flower
Made of sweet memories and petals that never cower,
Adorned with his sweet love of heart to heart appeal
Destined for heavenly encounter by cupid's secret deal.
In a faraway land a couple argued causing a breach
When boyfriend split, leaving her alone on a beach.
Disappointed she sought refuge from ocean breeze,
As evening dimmed and anguish refused to ease.
Twilight made a futile attempt to cheer her teary eyes
When moon peeked with assurances in distant skies,
Seeing the tides reaching their final leg on ocean
Delivering the bottle swiftly with bouncing wavy motion.
She opened the bottle curiously as angels watched merrily
Hanging about to ensure she read every word carefully.
Reading cherubic verses, enamored by his sincere plea
Embracing heightened elation, she set herself free.
Smiling broadly she called him, amid visions of divine sign
And he cheered mightily having found his sweet-valentine.
January 30, 2018
Placed 2nd: Brian's Choice 7 Contest by Brian Strand
Placed 3rd: Best rhyming 2018 contest by John Hamilton
Placed 8th in premiere valentine contest by Nayda Ivette Negron
WE SHOULD WALTZ
(Oh, my love such beautiful feet, the way you walk in those stilettos)
Darling, we should dance
we should waltz
we should waltz, just dance
Just in case I miss those sweet feet,
those foot steps on the floor;
We should just dance till the mid moon light
We should waltz, just waltz across the floor
We should dance, dance, waltz together,
our hearts touching, as when we guide across the floor
We should dance mightily footsteps romance under the stars
We, we should dance as we waltz across the floor
I love you so
Forevermore dancing till our toes touch we waltz
We should dance, dance, waltz together,
our hearts touching, as when we guide across the floor
We should dance mightily footsteps romance under the stars
We should just dance till the mid moon light
We should waltz, just waltz across the floor
Just in case I miss you sweet footsteps
I'll grab you by your waist take two more steps
I love you so
ForeveWe should dance, dance, waltz together,
our hearts touching, as when we guide across the floor
We should dance mightily footsteps romance under the stars
more dancing till our toes touch we waltz
Darling we should waltz
Darling we should waltz
Darling we should waltz
Across the floor
1/23/18
WRITTEN WORD BY: James Edward Lee Sr.
ARRANGED MUSIC BY: Kevin Kern
Owner gone, water bowl has spilled, and my anger is about to burst.
I won't die, I thought to myself in the morning, not concerned at first.
I accidentally slipped in that water, and my fur is thick and feels icky.
I am wet and mad and mean and disappointed and feeling sticky.
But licking water off my pretty fur is not going to satisfy me very long.
Dog offered to share her water bowl, but drinking after dogs is wrong!
So here I sit, in the crappiest of moods, expecting the worst actually.
I know Owner usually comes home but this is what I see, so factually.
Dog is lazy beast, passing gas so badly it makes this puss want to gag.
I decide to stuff something in his mouth, maybe a mildewing dish rag.
Hey! The sink’s faucet is dripping. I can hear it. Drip. Drip. Drip.
I’m not supposed to be on the counter, but this is a necessary trip.
I have to stretch my elongated pink tongue to get a little taste of H2O.
What else can a dying cat do? I stretch and get water on my nose.
My tongue snakes out mightily. I get a little taste, ah, refreshing drink.
A voice comes into my ears quickly. ”What are you doing in my SINK?”
When his father-in-law got him
into the poultry biz in Rhode Island
Joe had not fully contemplated that
first day to market when he
when he failed to truss and bag the birds
properly, a holy-moly cock-up so
when he tossed them into his ’02
Honda Accord LX to parlay
the beasties down 95 South RI,
they managed to wriggle free
the chickens did, got loose
from the burlap sack
the chickens did, flapping anarchy,
and mayhem, and bad policy about
the Aught-Deux’s upscale cabin,
the mad bastard capons pocking
fine leatherette and Boze while
Bad Chicken Farmer Joe flailed away,
fowl and feathers, feathers and fowl
flailing, clawing, at the faux cherry
wheel, finally rip-cording his failed way
down exit 8A for Quonset Point,
where, at the light, the cross-walkers froze
glaciating, mightily at the cockerel mayhem
unraveling inside a popular Midclass Sedan.
Moses hungered mightily for Canaan,
That fabled milk and honey promised land.
He ‘scaped by wading hip deep through the water
To keep from leaving footprints in the sand.
This engine sent to free you
From bondage that be keeping you down.
This engine meant to lead you
To stations on the sweet underground.
Moses tended Pharaoh’s great plantation,
And suffered by the lash like all his kind.
The overseers victimized his manhood,
And paid their Christian creed no never mind.
This engine gonna move you,
But sure don’t run on any graded road.
This engine ain’t no choo-choo,
Though good and plenty soon to be bestowed.
Moses set his vision on Mount Zion,
And wandered through the desert seeking clues.
With cloud and fire offering their guidon,
He soon became the father of the blues.
Moses hungered mightily for Canaan.
Mightily into endless possibilities
In a coracle I sail,
To once feel your hands trail
Down hope's amenities...
"Flickering faith, is that you?",
Empty fists thudding air
The static too loud to bear...
"I need love, your love subdued".
Bathing in benisons a million
Yet, a pounding desire for a hue anew
A longing lure crept and grew...
One for my cheek, vermillion.
My head spinning with these thoughts
Lick away the learnings of the past,
Hurry! I need at least this dream to last.
Pinned people pile, time rots...
I see myself, I scurry past...
A shape, a colour and an emotion I throw
Almost full, to the you-shaped furrow
Caustic conversations, my new time pass.
Entry for- Be Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
Date- August 14,2020
Who Art Thou?
Thou carriest me to distant clime, to Egypt in my mind.
I’m Cleopatra, naked. In thy folds, I solace find.
Thou art gentle, like sweet Antony. With body splayed, I lie
Upon thee in a valley, and above us is blue sky.
Those times, I come to visit thee with arms outstretched, for peace.
Other times, with steady strokes, I find in thee release.
Thou holdest me though I cut thee; thou art soothing like a balm.
I love thee when thou art able to flow, clear and calm.
At times, thou canst rage. On those days, I've no need of thee,
But other times I move within thee, working mightily.
And when my body’s spent, I leave thee for a while
Until I see thee next, and thou wilt be for me, my Nile.
This is a Thing!
A riddle poem for you, Rob
You were childlike, sensitive and sweet
a colorful bird with clipped wings
fragile as porcelain, loved arty things.
You flew with your favorite butterflies
made pretty cards that cheered your friends
gave us love I thought would never end.
You battled mightily within your mind
were often lost inside your fantasies
needed help to return to reality.
You grew weaker with the passing years
and looked to God to give you strength
He was your hiding place, in Whom was faith.
One day, you sensed your time was near
you delved into your world one final time
He took your hand, said “You are Mine”
then you flew away to heaven’s skies.
4/26/2023
Fittingly hallowed gods must intrinsic majesty hold.
Even before deities invoked weigh the caller's case,
The deity's potent title should alone spell the balm,
And tint with nourishing grace the supplicant's face.
Woe justly betides gods modelled by mortal skill,
Conjured to define the worshiper's creative spans.
True deity outdoes their adherent's most avid drill,
And defeats most faithful admirers' keenest scans.
If while engaged they varied ethereal trends display,
But when left alone they silent and unbothered stay;
You already got there a freaking raw deal indeed:
You're the mighty guy your own-made gods need!
The worshiped must by heart the worshiper know,
And both will ever commune as if by infallible law.
It’s the supreme being mightily seeking the follower,
Who grasps it well and submits to the bigger power.
It’s a fake god if it bends to suit whimsical desire,
Or at once plays into your infinite imaginative fire!
Mightily buoyed by cherished blood,
Brazen struts laxest wit undeterred;
And fair nobles her giddy vinos swill
Oftener than mild sips of ironed skill.
Sometimes charmed by gilded gold
Slack sense glues tighter than truth,
Icing to death the latter's warm hold,
Though it be sharp as reptile’s tooth.
Frequent wins heresy’s easy path
Grand crystalline Heaven’s wrath,
And fleeting mirths procured thus
At last become unmitigated curse.
Subtly hallowed by saint and priest
Sneaks warped reason’s sliest gist,
Oiled by figures on oaths deponed,
Sentinels of truth in bold ink toned.
Featherweight thinking finally weds
Strictest law under unspoken knots;
Neutering the former’s diabolic beds,
Desecrating the other's stern courts.