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Adventures With James My Grandson
by Joan Donnelly 1995
He doesn't walk but runs to his subject on interest,
and upon arrival, leaps into the air.
With bended knees and flattened feet he lands like an athlete,
and his welcoming, "Hi," cuddles my heart as I wipe away a tear
Then he wraps a wee hand around my finger leading me into his realm of
Adventure and joy.... with enthusiastic anticipation,
though he hasn't turned two yet, my youngest son's eldest boy.
He guides me to a rest area and seats me by patting his hand on an outdoor substitute for a chair.
At his, "Sit, Sit,"I oblige him as he runs through rain puddles...then..
gifts me with a bouquet of dandelions and a honey-filled , "Here."
Once I presented him with a learning toy, his repsonse delighted my soul,
"Awh, Awh,"he uttered appreciatively while tilting his head ia sideways to and fro.
One day he noticed a kitten curled up 'neath a sheltering tree
Swiftly he raced toward her with an over-the-shoulder, "Come," to me.
I couldn't help but chuckle when he repeated, "Come," once more.
He never caught the enlightened feline but brightened my day for sure.
Then he ran down the street where he sighted a wooden plank on the ground.
"Bat, Bat,"rang his happy chant at the treasure he'd found.
With effort he maneuvered the narrow plank over his shoulder gleefully
"Ball, Ball,"he urged and I followed his searching eyes co-operatively.
To my amazement, as if waiting to be found ,lay a beach ball on a grassy mound...
Though I've not known baseball to be played with such.
It was of balloon size and as I looked into James' sparkling eyes..
I wondered if he'd become the baseball player his Dad hoped for so much.
I could see James straining to keep the awkward bat raised so with a..
"Ready, Set,"I pitched ball and prayer as James let out a sigh.
The bat he forward inched as he licked his upper lip and by gosh got a hit,
Then said, "Cool,"as we watched the ball fly.
"Get it, Nanny,"James gave me the order and I retrieved the ball intending to extend our fun........when.....Was it my imagination or did I hear....a crowd in a filled stadium cheer at the announcer's , "Well I'll Be, Folks! Young MacMaster makes another home run !"
She slipped into the ballroom
Shimmied across the floor
Bobbed a graceful curtsy
Slid quickly through the door
Leaving some mixed reactions
From all those gathered there
First time they’d seen a tango
With the artiste totally bare
And it’s not the sort of thing
One ever ever expects to be seen
At an Official Civic Reception
For Her Majesty the Queen
And certainly not in Bolton
Not even as a merry jest
Especially when entertaining
Hordes of other Royal Guests
Though some few unkind people
Thought the Duke wanted more
Insisting they heard that personage
Murmuring encore encore encore
The palace issued a strong denial
An apology came from Tony Blair
Seen as rather ridiculous
As he wasn’t even there
The Heir was rather annoyed
Because he hadn’t been invited
On that special day that the
Mysterious woman was sighted
Somewhere up near Wigan
The dancer read her press
Already preparing for her
Next appearance sans any dress
F riendly faithful, flexible, far-sighted, fulfilling favors…
Fabulously
A ltruistically available, adaptable, and attractive…
Absolutely
T emperate teacher, thoughtful, timely - tackling things…
Tactfully
H ilariously humane, hallowed, happy, heavenly, holy…
Habitually
E arnestly eager, effective, elegant, endearing, edifying…
Eternally
R adiantly ravishing, realistic, rejuvenating, resilient…
Realistically
S erenely sincere, sensitive, sociable, soft-spoken…
Significantly
D evotedly dedicated, disciplined, Determined…
Deeply
A dmirably acceptable, adorable, agreeable, alert…
Always
y earlong yogic, youngish, yielding… yeasty…
Youthfully
Younger
Yours…
………..
11th May 2021
A TRIBUTE TO FATHERS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
A little hidden, beautiful, and tranquil aquarium
With an amazing view of the subterranean dome.
The ache may be the sign of worsening emotion,
From a little city where the rogues are at home.
With a fearful thrill of the coming unknown,
Moments long for, stand out but hide its face,
Behind a painted parade, I note the obvious tone,
where love in mockery is the dream of anguish.
In what other life it lives, and have known the heart,
That moved the shivering lips into silent refusal.
No cruel curses heard what inner voices blew out,
In predatory chase energy process, the potential.
Becoming friends unaware of the foxy danger,
Striving with that romantic short-sighted sense.
The gate to escape is hidden by the breathless hour,
Seeking safety but meet walls in towers of defence.
In the people flies the pestilence, fogy defiance.
Against deep penetration lay the silent barriers.
The poor are brought lower by the mesh of lace,
Striped, and passed through eyelets as travellers.
Rather go in rows safely beneath the earth disk,
Rogues know the secret that they cannot disclose.
The winds which bring risk blow where they list,
Death knows nothing of the pretence when it goes.
She said to him
You hurt me
You left me
All alone
Seconds rolling into minutes
Minutes into hours
Hours, days
Days fathered weeks
And weeks became months!
Yet I heard not
From you!
Oh! How my heart
Burns for you!
But he had to go
Life itself isn't stagnant.
Is it?
Rude was the storm
Cruel was the journey
Thorns he had for pillows
Lime he had for food!
But his heart
Never left her side!
The distance kills him
Time and again
He wanted to leave
But nay...
... The cash is needed!
Thus he had to wait....
Finally he is back!
To where is heart is...
What a reunion of hearts!
She had suffered
She was pale
He had pined for her
He was a teacher's cane.
... But when he sighted her
He became full and filled
No food could do the work
Only her sight
Could work the magic!
They were joined
Never to be separated
...Parted
Again....
... For ever?
Dance with wind's breezing flow
blowing in as out,
breathing out then in again
hands and feet extremities of life breath's hard felt flow
swimming rich re-connecting rhythmic flight
stance of natural spirits timing
red cardinal patterns perching
heart flight moments
held on fragrant lilac parasols
sun lighting branches
growing down into deep elder grey rivers
of hard-shelled sappy gravity
growing out
glancing in
through flirting eyes without flow
in bearing life's wavey chances
out
Dancing rhythmic breaths
and red blue bloods,
nurture revolving rueful rivers
of sufi EarthDancing
lilac trees with winding sap
from well-souled root systems
flowing life's swirling prance
collaterally cunning
uncapitalized content.
Dancing breath embodied wind
kneading Earth's flee
and flow without
breathless sighted flights
of echoing re-ligious image
flying cardinal reds
through purple dancing
lit up lover lilacs.
I walked past leaving the noisy streets behind
Entered a less travelled path leading to the woods
Where the scene gleamed with refreshing verdure
Here Nature lay in calm repose, deaf to all hustle n’ scuffle
Welcomed by the scent of flowers and foliage,
I stood in this engulfing ocean of silence.
The place calmed my mind and lulled my nerves.
As I proceeded, watching each blade of grass n’ flower
I sighted a pathway between thickets
Like the midline parting of a woman’s hair
Seeing it strewn with stones and thorny brambles
I was resentful to take that route, but something
Caught my sight....! Amid the bracken
There was a bramble full of ripe blackberries
It was an unexpected bounty, the wilderness offered me
How beautifully the ripe berries clung to one another
Those onyx beads, those cobalt shiny spheres!
How temptingly they looked in their glossy sheen
Braving their prickles that scraped my wrists
I reached out my hands to pluck them
I wondered-was it wicked of me to have picked them?
When I tasted them, I couldn’t withstand the temptation
To pluck more and more, so sweet and succulent
With no dust or dirt and not needing to be washed or wiped
As the tangle of thorns caressed my hands and skin
With bleeding arms and purple juice in the corners of my lips
I plucked and ate them as much as I could
With no can or container to collect them,
I left the rest for birds and bunnies to relish
While leaving, I felt the curved prickles hooking into my clothes
As if inviting to munch them till my tongue turned into indigo hue.
August.1.2022
Thoughts on Blackberries Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Matt Caliri
Planned a pretty picnic, yet didn’t predict
Pigs begged - please eat us
Allocated table had laid out a feisty feast
Mince never been seen since
Rolled in crackling casing, their fatty flesh
Confused cuttings, garnish
New sensations buzzed about, fly nuisance
Neurons zoomed zealously
Hogs hounded by horrifying hallucinations
Leotard clad dancer retarded
Twisted vertebrae a violation, tongue flicks
Countdown to lard liquidation
Psilocybin sunny yellow yolk binds reason
Lumen shed no light of lantern
Mazatec ritual melted musk pink muscles
Slow motion mushroom sprawl
Mummified corpses crept out of deep crypt
Afternoon amber amplified fate
Fast forward formula filter, little pigs fiction
Scramble like crabs in a bucket
Baked brick brains, barbecued by voodoo
Vulgar misogyny bursts, a bulb
Blooms dubious blue in Voyria voyage void
Wolf at their door signals doom
Serpent slithered through halved heart rates
Shot of short sighted reaction
Spastic synapses jerk erratic, far stargazing
Scatter, decant into galaxy icy
Frozen bones form a crucifix in farmer’ stall
Fable of table where food served
Sustenance, except the hex that halted them
Bode their badges vanish in ash
21st May
A tatterdemalion
Demonstrates haste
has a bad taste
Homeless make tracks
Unashamed, I stay
..."I awaken gotten up said a prayer, to my Lord and Savoir all seemed well. Then I decided to go do my hygiene and as I completed I noticed myself in the mirror, mirror
It said/I said
Look at you you are pitiful
Look at you you're ugly
dirty yellow teeth, look at them feet you are so homely.
and no one NO ONE on the whole world loves you NOT anyone
and NO ONE, NO ONE on this whole world loves you
slightly reseeding hair a shallow thinning in the middle near sighted browned eyed and somewhat over-weighed.
Look at you
Look at you
Whose to care
Who cares
Mirror, Mirror
what you see
is what you see
But I see you talkN ta me
and in you I see liberty
I see God breath rising and lowering my chest
I see His love up above
and most of ALL I see I AM HIS
mirror, mirror some or more of those negatives
I won't reflect, I won't give in
Cause this is my outer self and yet tis not my TRUE SELF
I AM BLESSED
mirror, mirror talks to me
within it's liberties and yet I am yet
A Blessing from God and forgiven by mercies graces of Jesus
mirror, mirror stop talking to me
my self esteem not truly me
for you see I am
what I say I AM
And I AM a child of the King
Mercies grace is all o'ver my Face
and I see nothing but victory
So mirror, mirror on the wall
All my choice now of God
mirror, hush if you can't see that we both were created by THE.......
FATHER OF LOVE
FROM GOD ABOVE
I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE THAT
I
AM
LOVED"
Selah
My choice is not to listen to the voice of the mirror, sometimes the mirror's
presents sees and shows the wrong negative message...
by James Edward Lee Sr. ex low self-esteemed One mirror, mirror
10/25/19
As I drive away from the past, from my old life, I look into the rearview mirror and hear my conscience say “Don’t think twice”
But it hurts, because in the wreckage left behind, I see a life that I will never have, one that will never be mine
I see all the damage, the loss that has occurred all because of me, and as I look into that rearview mirror it’s there in your eyes staring back at me
All the pain, the wasted time, the bloodshed to my heart, the remains are left there in front of you like the pieces of a totaled car
And so, I keep on driving farther and farther away from the view, away from your haunting eyes that are telling me you did what you had to do
And through the tears obstructing my view I get it I do see, the reason why you made me go and took what was left of me
You had no other choice you had to stay, and I had to go, but couldn’t you have prepared me for the impact you caused, wasn’t I to know?
I never saw it coming and, in these situations, you rarely do, I was blind sighted caught in the aftermath of the destruction that was you
I want to turn around because I feel for you and for me, your tears are intermingling with the pieces of my heart on the ground that you caused to be
Can you feel it the calmness now after the collision is through? I might have walked away unscathed, but only on the outside, you can’t see the damage within you put me through
The internal bleeding, my body that is all twisted up inside, yes, I may look like I’m not dead but to be honest I’m barely alive
Could you not see it in my eyes? Did you not witness the pain? How could you just let me drive away knowing that you’re to blame?
And the sad part is you don’t even care enough to come after me, your content with the way things ended while the shock of it is killing me.