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an ugly gray rock, so I kicked it along
amused by my memories, humming a song
it was jagged and rough - I gave it no mind
and punted it thrice, then left it behind …
I changed up my hum and walked on alone
not thinking it special, (it WAS just a stone)
yet the farther I got from where it had been
the more I considered that "plain" rock
again
something about its proportions or form
contrasted just slightly, was not quite the
norm
the way that it tumbled, or lay there, just SO
or maybe the way it had bounced off my
toe
whatever it was, I could not quite discern
but decided right then, it was worth a
return
so, I spun myself 'round, headed back to
that spot
still not sure of WHY - just a feeling I got
but when I returned, it had broken in two -
an incredible OPAL flamed red, green and
blue!
scant had I known just what "ugly" could
hold -
all the prismatic colors that smoldered,
untold!
well …
I couldn't help think that a lesson was there
of the plain folks we see, that we pass,
unaware
for they are more precious than any gray
stone
with such wonders inside - yet we leave
them alone
perhaps if we gave them a wink or a grin
we might find the bright of their beauty
WITHIN
the colors that light their charisma and
grace
the complexion of charms that don’t show
on a face
the places they’ve been or the roads they
have run
their moonlight romances and days in the
sun
the wealth of their spirit, their talents and
rage
they’ve a story to tell, if we’d just turn the
page
so, I keep in my pocket, a piece of that rock
to help me recall what I learned on that walk
not to take "plain" for granted, or push folks
aside
but instead, look for sparks of their fires …
deep INSIDE.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Overlooked Beauty" Poetry Contest, Jesse Rowe, Judge & Sponsor.
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Of sharing your whispers from God,
tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills;
Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
• Jerry Horton 224
• Jerry T Curtis 125, 183
• Jerry Tersoo Agee 449
• Jesse Rowe 31
• Jessica Thompson 254
• Jim Slaughter 105, 23, 75
• Joanna Chamberlain 306
• Joanna Daniel 218
• João Camilo Campos de Oliveira Torres 419
• John A. Long 425
• John Blake 426
• John Early 77
• John Gondolf 26, 34, 8
• John P. Marmaro 198, 283, 341
• John R Fiordelisi 416
• John S. Grindle 396
• John Washburn 430
• John Watt 16, 43, 7
• Jonathan Michael Bellmann 125
12/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
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Tales astonishing thru mind connecting.........dreams of realities sublime
Visions forever expanding via projecting++++++thoughts of infinite stares
Divisions amidst temporal time collecting.................fragments within layers
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Within existence of forever expanding infinitely
Begin layers of........endeavor refracting intricately
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...can also be read backward
Sept.20.2018
Contra Poetry
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe
N/A for contest
THOUGHTS OF A JAMAICAN CHRISTMAS
I remember Christmas of yesteryear
Of John Canoe dancing with fife and drum
Horsehead would approach, it was scary but fun
And Scrippy scrappy looked like a real bum
Of Christmas breeze and Poinsettias red
Mixed with white Euphorbias in the flower bed
A visit to Nathans for cloth to make dresses
And drop curls all round my head for my tresses
I liked going downtown on Christmas Eve
Where the bustle of King Street was hard to believe
With balloons and horns, and pretty hats to choose
And noisy rattles to drive our parents to booze
Vendors lined the sidewalks their offerings laid bare
There were shouts for attention but nothing to fear
Next came a visit to Dixon’s Toy Shop
Where I didn’t want the choosing to stop.
Christmas Carols rang out through the air
Then at church the next morning with voices clear
Back home we were greeted with eggnog, and were free
To open our presents that were under the tree
At Christmas dinner our relatives we’d see
As the Miller clan gathered it was exiting for me
There was exchange of gifts and the joy of giving
It was really a great and wonderful feeling
The food was a spread of delectable flavors
Of turkey, rice and peas, sweet potato and lamb
Ackee and salt fish, roast beef, salad and ham
And I just can’t forget the Cranberry jam
The variety was great, too many to mention
And the carving of the turkey got everyone’s attention
But best of all was the sorrel, Christmas pudding or cake
Which gave us kids a chance to get tipsy or flake.
At night we brought out our starlights and clappers
The boys would light thunderbolts and we would run backwards
These memories are happy, in my mind they will stay
And I blend them with those we are experiencing today.
Winsome Miller-Rowe
Beyond from Walls of Sleep
Deep dormant eyes forever weep
Keep hells behind upon walls of sleep
Dancing demons in rituals necromancing
Glancing of gates admits infernos entrancing
Damned words resonating of souls scammed
Programmed lips through evil’s command
Hellion hypnotic of minds dwelling
Rebellion of thoughts forever yelling
Contortions spread sanctioned abortions
Distortions spread abandoned portions.
...in reverse
Distortions spread abandoned portions
Contortions spread sanctioned abortions
Rebellion of thoughts forever yelling
Hellion hypnotic of minds dwelling
Programmed lips through evil’s command
Damned words resonating of souls scammed
Glancing of gates admits infernos entrancing
Dancing demons in rituals necromancing
Keep hells behind upon walls of sleep
Deep dormant eyes forever weep.
...I took this a step further where the poem is reversed and each line is backward...
Sleep of Walls from Beyond
Portions abandoned spread distortions
Abortions sanctioned spread contortions
Yelling forever thoughts of rebellion
Dwelling minds of hypnotic hellion
Command evils through lips programmed
Scammed souls of resonating words damned
Entrancing infernos admits gates of glancing
Necromancing rituals in demons dancing
Sleep of walls upon behind hells keep
Weep forever eyes dormant deep.
...perhaps no double meaning, but double fun...
This poem is dedicated to my friend Gregory R Barden (the Bard)...inspired by his poem 'A Quest, Maniacal'...Thank you Gregory for your insight...
Music by Disturbed - Hell... Ghost Rider Music Video
Aug.20.2018
A Reversible Poem
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe
Placed 6'th
20 Titles – Breaking Free
I've been Roaming the Shores of Love,
Standing By the Water's Edge
Where Joy and Sorrow Blend.
It hurts to recall Whispered Passions Exploding
when Yesterday's Shadows conceal
What Might have Been…
yet it’s So Hard to Let Go.
Stuck in a Snow Globe with You,
my soul is Empty as the Hourglass Shatters.
Wiping The Last Tear Drop from my cheek,
Heartbroken I Stand Here so Strong
Facing the Music …
but I'm No Fool Any More.
As the Cracks in the Wall of Your Prison
expose Blurred Truths,
I’m no longer a Slave to Love.
I believe in me, Dark Lover, and
I’m Gonna Get Along Without You Now.
For The Caged Bird is Set Free,
and Now My Wings Can Soar in the Sky.
07-19- 2019
Contest: 20 Titles From 20 Friends Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
20 Titles Used:
Roaming the Shores of Love – Lu Loo
By the Water's Edge – Andrea Dietrich
Where Joy and Sorrow Blend – Sandra Haight
Whispered Passions Exploding – Gershon Wolf
Yesterday's Shadows – Gregory R Barden
What Might Have been – Jesse Rowe
So Hard to Let Go – Tom Cunningham
Stuck in a Snow Globe with You – Janice Cannerdy
Empty as the Hourglass Shatters – Eve Roper
The Last Tear Drop – Anisha Dutta
Heartbroken I Stand Here so Strong – Dear Heart
Facing the Music – Line Gauthier
No Fool Any More – Kai Michael Neumann
Cracks in the Wall of Your Prison – Edward Ibeh
Blurred Truths – Joseph Mays
Slave to Love – Tania Kitchin
Dark Lover – Richard Lamoureux
Gonna get Along Without You Now – Jan Allison
The Caged Bird is Set Free – Joe Flach
Now My Wings Can Soar in the Sky – Emile Pinet
Consciously exploring my Purpose
I am spirit having a human existence, that, I can clearly see
I am here for a special reason, for there is no other like me
As I evolve I seek my purpose, and am consciously exploring
With special attention to my talents and where my life is going.
My thoughts are really powerful, so I try to be constructive
This vibrational energy is real so is best when in the affirmative
There is abundance all around me of love and peace and health
Opportunities flourish so I channel them to my wealth.
Wherever I put attention and focus this produces my reality
So for my actions and communications I take full responsibility
I give thanks for all my blessings, I find them as I reflect
This attitude of gratitude brings the abundance I expect
I give willingly and it often returns to me ten fold
My love is unconditional and I believe that’s better than Gold
I teach people how I want to be treated and forgive intentionally
I honour my values and attitudes and help others continually
I respect those in authority to their wisdom I give much value
I show empathy to my peers and give a listening where it’s due
I divide my time between work, rest and play
And plan my priorities in a very special way.
People I meet along my journey may participate someway
But I must consciously decide the part I allow them to play
This way I am being responsible for the life that I create
With guidance from the Master in whom I put my fate.
By: Dr. Winsome Miller-Rowe (Winmil)
June 2014
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I saw her the other day with large bags at a coffee store I'd never been as close, but it's possible I'd seen her before
She wanted to enter, but realized her bags could not go with her My offer to watch her bags till she returned was my best offer
Several weeks later, I saw her not quite as strange and faceless
We had connected with her whose eyes and smiles were priceless
Sitting nearby, we noticed that she was enjoying our conversation
and releasing her beauty like a breakthrough of 'social elevation'
Many of us have seen such people, but we look right through them Most times, we choose not to make eye contact with her or him
We don't want them in our neighborhood, nor too close to us We are content that they do their own thing and not make a fuss
We say, "Why can't they pick themselves up by their bootstraps"? Many of us go through bad times and find a way out of mishaps".
Sometimes, we are arrogant and proud of our secluded address, never realizing that we could be three checks from homelessness
11012018PoSoupContest, Overlooked Beauty, Jesse Rowe
This is the first of five found poems based on Microsoft dictation trials. I took the verbatim text filled with gibberish and put into poetic stanzas otherwise no editing.
Her and they moved to
a the final inspection went well
with E wall
back to the apartment
and brown
we had left the keys
are in the car
but fortunately
we ran two
are rules that TV does not
ruin were bought
baby by Jews
they’ll be able to see you
and your evening
we win
two Home Depot and Costco
and then who can free pizza
for dinner we want to eastern market
and shot the movie
dress report to the berber
back home
and went to bed
about the nine
the dictation is working up
from 50% of the time
cue-card will keep
the hope that the difference
in win over to
in the meantime
I will keep brokerage
and user to ride
bay from all working
you in this
is Trevor Rowe junior middle school?
Microsoft did tuition
continues two 50%
of the time
one the visual dictation data
his sometimes schuler’s
shall I am sure
even when you shoot a film,
today we’ll meet with Perot’s
to turn over the key
and then paid the porch
and weather permits
and then maybe have dinner
with more drivers
wore see the movie
Mama Mia
should be a good
if I have time
High-level
also do some solutions all
Still having problems with my group
saw fit to Asia
still very strange
each results
it’s well as run
the south: today in that age
She remembers the shimmer
of one Sunday morning
The sun had grown dimmer
on the overcast seas
The color of yellow,
spread long amber fingers
And the sycamore trees
cast strange somber shadows.
There was a threat in the sky
and the faint sound of thunder
Then a flash in the hills, in the blink of an eye,
Clouds gathered so quickly on the hillside, nearby
They rudely unlatched all the floodgates within
When a minute had passed light shined once again
and a radiant sun spread like gold end to end
At the old oak table, she sat in the kitchen
Staring at paper, with a pen in her hand
Searching for muse and the words for a poem,
seeking the magic, to paint with a pen
Hoping for gold in the late summer's bend
While hearing the tapping of rain and the plunder
And as quickly as storms, come out of nowhere,
a floodgate of verses resounded like the thunder
and flashes of lightning struck lines here and there.
Pouring on paper, like rivulets on windows
a floodgate unleashed, were the words in a row
Painting a river, a poem she could own
and words that would capture the late summer storm
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Contest: "Titles" Required using titles of our first 5 poems.
9/17/15
(Titles of my first five poems:)
The Old Oak Table
Dimmer
Yellow
Sunday Morning
Unlatched
Entered again: 'Second Chance for the Unloved Poem' Contest
Sponsor: Jesse Rowe