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With a fondness of life,
jest and pleasure
You’re a lover
of unmeasurable attention as ever
In the third sign of the zodiac
known for storytellers
Of elements Fire and Air,
masculine considered
Diurnal or day orientated,
Physically or mentally related
Primarily focusing
on spirituality and activity
Being adaptable, eloquent,
versatile and lively
Youthful, witty, logical,
spontaneous, communicative;
All thes bing positive traits
are held back by the negative
For you’re changeable, inconsisatent,
cunning, nervous and inquisitive
Restless, superficial,tense
and gossip – well you’re talkative
You hate to be stuck in a rut,
or being left alone
Love novelty, variety,
anything unusual or unknown
Working multiple projects at a time
you’re addicted
Disliking mental action, conventional learning,m
being restricted
Gemini’s inclined to direct energies
into the world around them
Anatomy – rules arms, shoulders,
lungs and nervous system
A strive to learn persevearance
and culture depth
Subjects are lovers of language,
poets, bard, or wordsmiths
Written: July 18, 2023
Away In A Manger Contest Re Run Poetry Contest- Sponsored by: JAN ALLISON
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Cruising starts the journey
Heaven-float, dream ship
Worthy of a gurney
Surge through blue waves trip
Sunlight kisses the deck
stoked sightseer meet
In such a tense wreck
Start a long sail treat
The ship leaves the land back
Each person sees chances
Captain wise and skilled track
Moves the ship well dances
Devoted crews on board
Stake one's most comfort
Kitchen Chefs' are the lord
Night's joy of all sorts
Poolside to ballroom dance.
Nothing's aye boring.
Fun, thrills, limitless chance.
Days melt exploring.
Refrain:
In these mountains, far from the sea,
Where hearts have heard the tales,
Screams a lady, she’s wild and free,
Her life bears in details.
Though we never named this wild lass,
She answers the shadows,
Where others won’t see or harass,
This lady some oppose.
She’s black as night, wilder than storms,
Screaming in the darkness,
Nothing can change her with reforms,
She’s stealthy thru starkness.
(Refrain)
This lady is still as the moon,
Ever sharing her calm,
She lingers, a silhouette strewn,
Like the stars, a soft psalm.
Her life is filled with true wonders,
She’s powerful as wind,
Soothing the heart’s blackest thunders,
With wishes to spellbind.
(Refrain)
Where the trees loose leaves in the fall,
Blessings assure the soul,
Forever is a grace to call,
Peace, her shrill shrieks have stole.
We in the mountains can’t name her,
Like the woods, so serene,
There is little doubt, she’ll soon purr,
Because she’s home to preen.
(Refrain)
Mountain lion is what they say,
Softly calling the dawn,
Striding along, meeting the day,
Small beasts, she will jump on.
Some say a black panther, she is,
Others say she’s a myth,
She could be famous in show biz,
On trial, plead the fifth.
(Refrain)
Don’t want to meet her in the woods,
Alone, without defense,
She visits other neighborhoods,
Making the world so tense.
Let her go back to the forests,
Where she is happiest,
Hear the song of old folklorists,
Even the sappiest.
(Refrain)
How long will this dreary night go on
Seems years since the dawn of morn
Why does anxiety keep me awake
What is this burden I cannot shake
Heartbeats too fast within my breast
Too quickly to grant needed rest
There's no moon above to cast light
This crepuscule gives birth to fright
I smell the wax of candles burning
but something keeps me from turning
If this be a dream, I pray, let me wake
for I've a thirst and hunger to slake
My eyes are open, and yet I cannot see
the willow outside; my weeping tree
"Fear not," I warn myself in voice aloud
the moon must be cloaked by a cloud
I call out for Davinia, in angst and fear
but my dear wife is not sleeping near
I long to glimpse morning rays of sun
Harried for never-ending night to be done
Only sleep could bring a measure of peace
and from shadowed night to have release
but I seen to be shackled to the beast
who fights the dawn's rising in the East
Of going insane, I fast approach the brim
tortured by thoughts, dark, dank and grim
Whispers I hear, mawkish murmurs dim,
"What will become of Davinia without him"
Who speaks of me in grammar, past tense
Someone who's lost all sentience and sense
Fragrant air 'round me grows warm and dense
Could that redolent odor be flowered scents
A memory haunts my sleep deprived brain
It's of a brutal nature, and cold falling rain
An act of violence, like the angry sin of Cain
A man's life taken; from a dagger he was slain
Motionless in rest, but not on my feathered bed
This unnerving moment is one I most dread
In a sepulcher, on a satin pillow, rests my head
In eternal darkness am I to dwell, among the dead
See truth make sense
Live present tense
Work with plain words
Let tale be heard
When you look back
See acts of fact
Time and space move
In active grooves
Years pass so fast
To first and last
No need to hide
In empty pride
Learn to live well
So age can tell
Peace funds pure joy
As work employs
Soon you can see
Fond memories
Start to jot down
Sage, fool and clown
Record your tracks
As memoir stacks
Start poignant lines
Write what feels fine
Laugh and have fun
With story puns
Let form take shape
Sculpt man that apes
Leon Enriquez
28 September 2014
Singapore
Beside the pond, they stand in fright
of what the neighbors brought to light,
in fear of what they now will find;
dark woeful thoughts in every mind.
Fire engine speeds to the park site.
Beside the pond, they stand in fright.
Without a thought, he dives right in
the murky depth- search to begin.
Then up he comes- small boy in arms.
At first, this calms their tense alarms.
Beside the pond, they stand in fright-
his lifeless body- now in sight.
He pumps his heart with hopeful hands;
gives air by mouth, to breathe demands!
He tried his best to win this fight-
beside the pond, they stand in fright.
I was stained soiled and broken
Out of my mouth came evil miss-spoking's
Perpetual vomiting of obscenities
Spewing out of me
Have I gotten over it
a light switched
On from the Dark Dawn light now
I'm seeing in a new mindset in God
I am over it
And a precious previous past life present
No reciprocated love from God's precious vessels
The devil had me thinking past tense I was an unwanted man saw the true And truth I was a righteous man
Seek Him first
Seek Him First
Seek Him first God
And all of those things promise to me to you
Are now ever true always, already done
Already granted that thing in mind in your heart
Those the Beautiful Things already made done
It's already mine already yours
Those the battles won O' how I got over
Have I gotten over it
A light switched on from the Dark Dawn light now
I'm seeing in a new mindset
In God I am over it my Father asking me
Have I gotten over it yes!
Father I am more than enough
My sins shames and doubts
Streaming nothing but positive thoughts
In a new mindset I got over it
Selah
1/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
There is a pleasure in the wayward wood;
unmapped, where none have been or stood;
To revel in a reckless romp on a rampant shore.
To mingle with the Universe, with chaos in its core.
Please sir! Shake me, but never a stir.
Keep my flavors apart, avoid the blended blur;
for the glass remembers what has passed before,
and wants to shake me up, for once and ever more.
Mingling begins when friends refuse
to dance together, or to cuddle or schmooze.
The fracture hums, the doorway is left ajar,
inviting others in to outshine the star.
The sacred shun, while the silly can mix so readily,
wanting to see, and be seen, out there so steadily;
joining in, and dancing with everyone,
full of verve and fervor, playing in the sun.
Mingling loosens the taut, tense edges of self,
no longer locked away like bookends on a shelf.
We find that joining in does not split us apart,
but twines the threads of inclusion around the heart.
Shaken and softly poured, but never stirred,
the self converges, confluent; it's never blurred.
Becoming a course, and an unique ingredient,
that has a discrete taste, immediate and expedient.
From the mouth comes the ultimate pleasure, lips moistened awaiting to taste
the tongue speaks a language of passion, moving slowly yet no time to waste
The fingers caress moving softly, yet somehow there's a sensitive grip,
as the mouth kisses intimate places, stopping only to lick clean the lip
Then movement begins in a rhythm as mouth against skin becomes tense
losing all sexual inhibitions, all reason of time and of sense
Wetness a word with a feeling, created by lovers in flight
his eyes open and closing erratic, as he views this intimate sight
Come to me and give me your body, and all that it holds let free
as my mouth beckons forward explosions, say those two little words...
Drink me!
Swallowing deep is her reward, this her favourite sin
she raises her head and she's smiling, wiping the very last drip from her chin!
“Cats teach us how to enjoy life. They savor every moment, from
the warm sun on their backs to the joy of a well-played pounce.”
– Anonymous
Snow stopped rubbing against my leg to get attention
when he became curious about Christmas tree lights
tangled all over the floor to the point of contention.
I saw him begin nibbling the bulbs, taking little bites,
so I shooed him away in a moment of apprehension,
afraid that he might break one. Oh, the hypertension!
That lasted all of thirty seconds, and Snow was back,
crouched in hunt mode, his eyes locked on a string.
I saw him tense, creeping closer, ready for the attack.
He chattered and launched himself like a coiled spring,
landing in strings and ran as if he was on a racetrack.
I reached for my camera. It was moment for my Kodak!
Instead of being frightened, he was perfectly content
to walk around, wrapped in lights from head to toe,
so, I let him prance like that for a while without dissent.
But when I tried to take them off, I got a hiss from Snow
letting me know that giving them up was not his intent.
It became a problem that I had to cleverly circumvent.
I thought that turning on the lights I'd already strung
might change his mind and fill Snow with a bit of fright
so, I busied myself with ornaments and stockings hung,
then found him cozied up beneath the tree. What a sight!
He was licking each brightly colored globe with his tongue.
That string still tightly wound around him, they were flung.
I didn't have the heart to take away his brand new toy.
While soothing him with my voice, I plugged him in,
standing by in case he was scared, but not my lil' boy.
Here's the photo and I swear, Snow is wearing a grin.
He's asleep before the hearth, on a pillow of corduroy.
A memory to treasure on this Christmas filled with joy.
When I placed a golden star atop my Christmas tree
I heard the faint mewing from beside the fireplace.
Snow's big blue eyes were open wide as if in plea.
I just couldn't stand the sad look upon my kitty's face
and put a star on his head, then got a holder for a battery
so his lights could move with him. Now, he's purring at me.