Long Role playing Poems
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I cherish role playing with delight
as a caring mother, called as home's light
in a never-to-be-forgotten joyous sight
as a child in my dramatic actress-plight!
Not to be buried in oblivion was that wondrous zest
when my doll I would kiss, midst warm love, sweetest
like nursing a babe --- feeling so blest
shielding a very precious treasure against pest!
I was then seven years of age with a parent role
to manifest Mama's best dutiful heart as a goal
thrilled for doing my best with all my might and soul
even winning an award that marked achievement-whole!
Grateful* to God for my parents I surely miss
constantly I experience serene bliss
for fondest memory from mind and heart's abyss
now as a Mom in an Orphanage with kids, treating each one as Brod and Sis!
*1Thessalonians 5:18 KJV: In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
October 1, 2024
Honorable Mention, "Fondest Memory" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Julianne Williams; judged on 10/4/2024
AFTER HOURS
Dudes in duds broken down brims
cocked and bent creases in trousers
when thugs were gents
People with attitude women too
demeanor and outfits like
Ebony's front pages
Dudes in duds broken down brims
Money on backs eyes watching
the eye's of watchers
Entrances and exits.
Wink or nod jazz in smoky
rooms groomed and manicured.
sashay across the room stepping off in
Bally's shoes shined no scuff
after hours.
high profile.. Dudes in duds
broken down brims.
Men creating temporary illusions
Clean to the bone
deliberate sashay tempo exaggerated
tempting and teasing pleasing the eye
karat's on fingers scents linger
Exquisite cologne clean to the bone
faded edges -role playing no script
Dudes in duds
Broken down brims cocked and bent.
Attitude in threads
We wait to be called in that back room
Where they'd spit "Gangsta Wit".
before videos
Was dudes in duds with sweet tongues
making their points in after hour joints.
Live and direct we upstarts
learning our parts we'd sit
internalizing gangsta wit
like understudies to a movie script
In after hours joints........... delighted...
A coworker once warned me
"You'd better have a plan when you retire."
I half-joked, I was going to "turn lizard and sleep on a rock
and have the most spectacular weeds on the block."
Eventually I retired .... without a plan.
A rather reckless split-second decision.
I'd grown tired of the rats and the piper man.
Endless role-playing- shallow shop talk-the mundane tasks.
Halls filled with frog-mouthed back jabbers.
So, I walked away without a parade.
Like I'd done in high school decades before.
I tasted the illusion of freedom but was thoroughly clueless.
There was also the slow simmer of terror in my brain pan.
I retired without a plan.
40 hours/per is a large black hole to placate.
Goals are vague, a lounge in the shade of no urgency.
I've no sharp desire to tango with a society that's turned frantic and feral.
A hyper-rabid froth of mayhem and peril.
Time has turned into an amphetamine-popping entity.
While space is imploding and fragmenting.
My thinking is shallow, condensed without continuity.
I retired without a plan.
The months are blowing by.
Loves die, painting black holes where there once was light.
Acquaintances drifting away in nonchalant clusters.
I feel little desire to shock the world.
I sleep like a drunk infant.
Exhaustion is a treasured friend that stayed too long.
My hygiene has taken a big hit.
There are no company picnics to prim for.
I'm waddling around the last bends.
Paying hell's rent...a few months in advance.
I sleep on a rock bathed in blue light.
I retired without a plan, then turned into a lizard man.
JOHN FRANCIS LYONS: A BROTHERS LOVE NEVER TOLD HIM THAT I LOVED HIM
I thank you John
For being there
You took me here
Took me there
You faired for me
I reverence you
But, I never told you I loved you
When races collided
We were besided, together
Like true brothers
You respected me
I respected you
You were the one who introduced me to
(pizza's, Chinese foods,)
I thank you John
For being there
You took me here
Took me there
You faired for me
I reverence you
In grade school you walked me there
First day of kindergarten you were there
We collected comic books, model cars and rockets
Role playing games before they were created
I never told him I loved him
He wasn't a friend, he was more than a friend
my brothers name was John Francis Lyons
But, I never told you I loved you
When races collided
We were besided, together
Like true brothers
You respected me
I respected you
I thank you
We were nine month apart
You were part of my heart
We represented what races should
Act
The different color of our skins
Didn't mean anything
During the times of racial discord and rioting
I had my brother John Francis Lyons
I thank you John
For being there
You took me here
Took me there
You faired for me
I reverence you
Please Lord I pray he's there
In heaven with you and his wife Donnelda
Their son Christopher and niece Theresa
I have already forgiven those men who killed them
The different color of our skins
Didn't mean anything
During the times of racial discord and rioting
We were nine month apart
You were part of my heart
We represented what races should
Act
I thank you John
For being there
You took me here
Took me there
You faired for me
I reverence you
I never told him I loved him
Yes we were of different fathers and mothers
were of a difference race and color
He wasn't a friend, he was more than a friend
my brothers name is John Francis Lyons
11/28/17
Dedicated to MY BROTHER: JOHN FRANCIS LYONS
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
So, here I am. I've arrived safely at maturity.
Sorry I was delayed - it's been quite a journey!
The weather was sometimes very rough,
and steering through those storm-ravaged lanes
was really rather tough.
So, here, I am. What do I have to show
for this long and arduous odyssey?
What do I really know? What lessons learned?
What collection of learn`ed luggage
is nestling in the trunk of my vicissitude?
So, here I am, a bit battered and travel-weary:
jet-lagged by hours of delays, and wearied
by travelling in so many endless circles;
orbiting in many a revolving door in search of an exit;
blinded by blind alleys and one-way streets.
But, here I am, in need of time to just be me.
An end to role playing, a recess from responsibility.
A time to hand over the reigns of obligation
and traverse new frontiers by ageing 'gracefully',
as, here I am, safely landed in maturity.
Memory of you
Memory of you from long past,
Still haunting and fooling my heart,
Pulling me apart from my soul,
Role playing of aching pain and joy,
It toils at the weakness of my mind...
Tearing me to bits and pieces,
Just to ease the pains, when I was,
Thinking of how you gazed and smiled,
Those wild and loving eyes, sparkling..
Tinkling and touched at my inner soul,
I felt helpless with your warm inviting,
Invigorating and sizzling kisses...on my lips.
But you, you who did not care,
As you are so beautiful, full of life,
How I might have loved you more,
How I might have shared and stayed,
Longer than then ... as I did... before.
But as we both learned even more,
Love lost is painful and aching to the core,
It didn't matter as well as of now,
How, if I loved you more or,
If I loved you a lot less,
It was the best that we could and did......
That each of us walking forward... and apart...
....Towards and on our own journey's ways.....
Dedicated to all the lost dreams and lost loves ........
Jieranai Maier
Summer 2001 & 2004
O, elvenstone! O, elvenstone!
O, would that you could be my own.
To quest exhausted, all these years,
And not obtain those pointy ears
To sharpen sense, to hear my phone.
O battle axe! O battle axe!
For thy pursuit, my patience lacks.
Through garbage bins in fishing wharves,
Midst arguments with boorish dwarves;
My neighbor’s tree needs forty whacks.
Fine coat of mail, thy filigree
Would sure enhance the likes of me.
So tightly woven, silver, pale
Protect unwanted barbs’ assail
When getting honey from my bees.
Thou mighty blade, enchanted runes
Do grace thy hilt but not those hewn.
Sure, separating sinew, bone,
Ne’er losing edge in dirt or stone,
When Saturday, the hedge I prune.
I think that we can both agree:
When I immerse in D&D,
I get so caught up in the game,
Imagination is to blame;
Sometimes I blur reality.
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RPG - role playing game - I used to play Dungeons and Dragons some 40 years ago when you used dice and mapped everything out on graph paper. I imagine things have changed a bit since then...
Woot Woot Personal Memories
Monorhyme Form
Jeremy, a teen, is baby sitting
his siblings. They swallow him up playing.
Berry sits on big brothers lap giggling
in the big comfy chair sinking feeling,
while tightly squeezing, Ella’s enjoying.
Admiration of big brother’s loving.
Frankie and Joey, watching, role-playing,
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles winning.
Michelangelo’s, stealth bomber punching,
Donatello’s, Chi Gong skill in slamming,
Leonardo’s master swordsman slashing.
Ninjutsu skills, arms swinging, feet kicking
Following every skilled move they’re making.
Heartbeat of siblings bonding, like breathing.
Big brother is always encouraging,
Never giving up on our life squabbling,
protective, understanding, still willing
to play, do fun things, smiling, ensuring.
5/25/2016
5/25/2016
Poetry Contest ; Personal Memories Monorhyme II -
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
I sit here looking at a blank page
Inside a stay at home cage
I do have my friends in my mind
Role playing that I see and need to define
There are no boundaries that state how close they can come
That is why our literature fantasies are so much fun
As they act out their story
My keyboard gets a workout that is very wordy
Six feet apart my characters are not
When they keep me company telling me a dreamy plot
There are no crowded filled arenas blocking visibility
Only a conflict that to me has sensibility
An empty seat between two
Will bring peace not a feud
Creating more space
Allows the imagination to comfortably build its case
Being an author is lonely and time consuming
But nothing can interrupt it that could ruin it
Just a feeling to share
With someone out there
Who may be trapped in the stay at home cage
Appreciating what I wrote on the blank page
When asked what skill sets
I hoped to bring
Her local ecology of justice
for nurturing,
I was not prepared.
But,
one of two internal wisdom projects,
still in process,
I'm ego-working on,
eco-role playing with,
is non-violent communication,
so I mentioned this
to the Trees and other WiseElder
youth nutritional developers
Young,
poised and elegant,
soft-spoken yet articulate
and straightforward
and with integrity of authentic curiosity,
She asked me
"What do you mean
by non-violent communication skills?
Does that mean you invite,
rather than demand, responses
by mentoring them
while listening for co-present hiding Wins
then Both/And speaking
then WinWin listening again?"
"Or are you still working
on healing OldSchool communication issues,
dominating patriarchal Left
by diminishing ElderMatriarchal Right?"
"Are you still working on non-violently violating people
with your body aggressive hands
and patriarchally mendacious voice
and homophobic and xenophobic
marching against green ecofeminist sacred feet
and blatantly exhibiting LeftBrain rabid totalitarian deductive-reductive dominance
and Trumpian: I'm just a bad bully boy
with a redblooded colonizing heart
testosterone twittering?"
I wasn't expecting that line of questioning.
But I found it really interesting
that a freckled nose
brown-skinned
young and beautiful,
inside and outside
ego and eco-core centered investigative interviewer
would need to ask that
of a white U.S. male
at this critical moment
of last non-violent hope
breathlessly waiting
for a WinWin communicated response
inviting cooperative ego/ecological polypathic climates
reversing pathological monoculturing decades
of business as competing WinLose usual
Now post-millennially reborn
green inviting integrity
of PositivEnergy Democracy
non-violently inciting
restorations of multicultural EarthJustice
SpaceTime co-arising
further EgoLeft-EcoSacredRight
ripe for ZeroZone theological healing.
But,
that's the other skill set
I'm sacred ecological
RightBrain STEAM green
writing with--
much too revolutionary
for any first time
PositivEnergy impression.
Maybe we could go there
next 2020 Revolutionary time.