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Written: October 22, 2023 For Brian Stand Contest
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Lonesome
gorgeous tree
almost standing straight
I discovered the splendor there
decorative branches is wonderful
can the candied sticks be in a pristine state?
seems as if an old sled had demise standby
there is a slouched spiritual book on the table
a little light-weary
tie a vivid crimson bow
yet, loops let you feel loopy
the angels' wing plumes fluttered
the beard on saint was blown haywire
teddy bear lays on his side after chasing pooh
a blue drum, afar of perch, flips in on its thin legs
the rocking horse doesn't rock just crouches in place
the lighthouse appears
extremely out of the setting
the moon tipped over on its side
an inside-the-tree-flying reindeer as well
It seems the pinecones are around to oust
saffron beads block the light from an elfin lamp
jack-in-the-box is positioned parallel to the facade
the nutcracker prince maintains there is a problem
the gingerbread man is gaunt in his standing position
the snowman lacks zest and lacks any sort of charisma
utterly, the reindeer fails to eventuate and to be in charge
gorgeous, isolated tree
Inching its way toward decay
bringing flawed beauty into the home
and a profound gratitude for everything I have
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or shower
collapsible sure shade
the caring canopy of protection
open up your rainbow smile as safety umbrella
and get the shelter in the surging rainstorm of disregard
in the pouring torrent of travail the unseen umbrella is always the
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To take the vaccine
That is the decision
People must make
On Covid nineteen
A choice to decide
by the close of day
I have just reached that crossroads
knowing that the conspiracy theorists
warn people not to have it. Some deny
the existence of Covid, and claim it is no
worse than just a common cold, but I have
decided I'll receive
the first inoculation
It's an easy decision
A no-brainer for me
Although inoculated
sadly my poor Mum
has caught the virus
I can't visit with her
It's so heartbreaking
because she lives in
a facility that I can't
visit as long as there
is a quarantine edict
CROSSROADS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
09/26/21
Round and round like the hands of a clock that seem to move
While never
Quite seem
Right Help Help and
Admit the new
Patients walls are who
Admit no
Wrong Closing in on me
But there’s a bell
As choirs are singing
That bell is Emmanuel
Oh, jingle bells be ringing
Angels sing in perfect melody
So all Alleluia, all praise ye the King
Music adorns melody are born all ye sing
Singing merrily heaven and earth shall sing
All rejoice ringing the bells of Jesus is a living
Bell that we know so well Jesus raise your hands
to
ring Jesus
the living
bell
12/08/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
out
standing
sometimes you
go you have to fly stop crying sometimes you
have to look with dry eyes look on up into the sky
leave your body leave
your mind behind fly stop
falling unto the ground get up off the turn
raise rise up walk over the mountain lift
up your feet walk over over the mountains
hold the value don't be blocked jump up into the sky
don't be
shy fly
3/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
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October 18, 2018
Latter life is special. Blessings come when visiting a parent. They are not a burden - those who raised you up, if indeed you had a good one.
My Dad is almost 88 and I am thankful he is still here. He loves his kids to visit, a good meal and is always thankful. I am thankful for him and also my husband who is generous to help me load and unload the car and join in with conversation. It has been 4 ½ years of almost weekly visits.
— by Poet
chatting:::cooking:::cleaning
praying:::eating:::clearing
washing:::gathering:::hugging
three
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different
:::
highways
:::
home:::sweet:::home
together:::alone:::separate
time:::goes so:::fast
Oh how I love you.
Cherishing each moment,
for you have opened
my heart with your
everlasting and precious
love. Yet so tender; .uoy evol I woh hO
You place God ,tnemom hcae gnihsirehC
first in your life. And denepo evah uoy rof
I love you more for that. ruoy htiw traeh ym
Hold on to the other suoicerp dna gnitsalreve
half of my heart, ;rednet os teY .evol
for one day we doG ecalp uoY
Shall put them dnA .efil ruoy ni tsrif
Together .taht rof erom uoy evol I
As one rehto eht ot no dloH
With ,traeh ym fo flah
God. ew yad eno rof
meht tup llahS
rehtegoT
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05-20-2012
W I N T E R
B R E A K S
N A T U R E
A W A K E S
G A R D E N
A S L E E P
&
an oldie reposted
Fields flooded into skating rinks
into which each footstep sinks,
cracking under body weight so
not the best place to skate.
Thawing February of twitching noses
in tussocks of woken primroses.
Rummaging on hazel boles,hibernating mammals
poke from the holes.
Leafless hedgerows , buds now form
a carpet of white corm,
Badgers forage food near their sett
renewing the bracken scented couchette.
Nature pair off in twos
lengthening days come into view.
aconite open in rays of sun
below, yellow catkins tails fine spun.
Osier shoots in green corn camomile
early Spring mornings begin to smile.
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