Long Thinkin Poems
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Nap Time
In the astral world of utterance, one overhears the whispering of sweet nothings, breathlessly whisking up a spell of portioned scents that nay, nearly spilt the teacups swirled cremes delights and demitasse gooey treats,
Behold the phoenix rise to full measure under a lunar ecliptic mystic mesmerizing trance, upon a peacocks crown, whose stretched out azure-chartreuse wings, becomes enmeshed betwixt the manes of an unbridled passionate gallop,
For it leaped towards a skipping array of a colorful rainbow's path, that was freely dancing throughout its phases within the warmth air of a frozen sky,
As it spread o'er a vast terrain of mounds and vales of gathered greens tethered to tawny treasures teeming of life with no end at joyful pleasures,
Thus at the behest of Cherubs during the advent of endless stars whose dreamy light twinkles instructions that seduces a flock of whimpering lambs a free ride on their woolly souls,
Fostering meek minions to flow in the channels of a righteous domain free of a distant storm pushed by the lashes of sunbeams tickled whips temperate to your hearts enchanted beats that steadies the gauges of innocence,
And as a cluster of mirrors enlightened volumes of your sojourned quest of luminous unconscious prominence in a period of this, your inner realm expanse, collectively storing away as romantic muses within the anthology of your memory as its key
All delicately locked by the fortuitous magnitude of your eyelids.
2019 May 16
*4th Place*
Baby Face What's You THINKIN 2
~~James Edward Lee Sr.
Amusing and entertaining leaving you in rolling laughter with humorous poetry; a gentle soft soul, nutty and charming. Quote by: Poet
"Just thinkin", will it be the year;
"A gift to last a lifetime" appear.
"New baby", I'd love and hold most, dear.
"A Valentine wedding", red roses and lace.
"Letting go" down new paths, find their place.
"Love changes everything" in everlasting grace.
"I've Fallen In Love", never dreamed I'd be a grandmother.
"September" my ballerina was born like no other.
"October bliss" a year later a little brother.
"No, I'm not kidding", I made a birthday request for another.
1/5/2021
Capture the Essence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Jan Allison's titles:
JUST THINKIN' 1/02/2021
A GIFT TO LAST A LIFETIME 10/14/2016
NEW BABY 8/19/2014
A VALENTINE WEDDING 2/01/2016
LETTING GO 04/02/2016
LOVE CHANGES EVERYTHING 5/31/2020
I've Fallen In Love 04/09/2014
SEPTEMBER 09/13/2016 SEPTEMBER
OCTOBER BLISS 10/06/2020
NO, I'M NOT KIDDING 09/04/2019
should be sleepin it's 3 in the morning
Don't get mad that I'm up I have my reasons
Quitin on life not wanting to roll the dice
Dang guess that not a choice I've seen your face
Was on thin ice thinkin it be better if I die
But now your in my life I don't wanna die
Your smile makes me high
Thanks for making my life bright
Flyin when we're signin
Your my partner in crime no lie
When I'm facing a tiger or lion
your my Dwayne the rock johnson
Maybe a young Mike Tyson
Though highs and lows
You must be a friendly ghost
You notice when I'm down or something wrong
But you always manage to kill the frown
Thanks for being there
Always in my heart I'll hold you there
Ninja Turtle with you I see no fear
Know I love you my guy bestie
I'll kill for u if Necessary
Ninja Turtle thanks for being there and making me survive
Life is jesting, breasting amplitude waves.
Wait till they cave to my whims, make them slaves
to my non-stop babble "a-ga a-da"
"goo-goo gaga”, “coo”, ma-ma" and "da-da."
Staring at frightful strange faces falling
to my belly, a bubble, Ppppprrrrrrrrrrtttt, blowing.
I giggle, but they look pretty silly.
Drowsy, "Ba-ba-ba," they call me Willy
their good at imitating my babble
as they worry and come on unravel.
With enough practice they'll get my command
and I'll have them eating out of my hand.
4/12/2019
Poetry Contest: Baby Face What's You THINKIN 2..
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Well, it appears we're gonna have a choice between Hillary and Trump.
Personally, I'd rather see for president Mister Forrest Gump!
At least Forrest has attributes that are attractive to this voter,
You know, stuff like honesty and not a chest-thumping self-promoter!
With Hillary and Billary at the helm, Lord have mercy on this nation,
And likewise with Trump who has a propensity for creating consternation!
Where are the real leaders like Reagan, Truman, Roosevelt and Lincoln?
With Hillary or Trump in office we'll be in one helluva fix I'm a-thinkin'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
“There is per say, no original thought
That that is, is as resonation brought”
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There is this and there is that
Spiralling thoughts in time fall flat
Mind body an earth interface limited
Anchored therein; seems we are sedated
Each thought form manifest, behind this moment
A bubble to our consciousness correspondent
Drawn in as of our inherent orientation
Which on thinkin’ needs correction
Fragmented thought analytical
Dwells in shallow waters perceptional
Relying on experience and foggy memory
Far distanced from the vibrant throb of divinity
We recognise moments of heightened awareness
Be it hypnotic music or sunsets beauteous
A tumbler falls releasing joyous elation
Eternity flowing, our meditation
For those who choose to seek
Plunge into still waters that run deep
Merging by melting self into the joy current
In timeless time, assimilating magnetism permanent
Getting thus to thought rested flowing awareness
We are as we are, one with the that oneness
Feeling within rapture of bliss ignition
Cessation got us there by thinkin’
28-December-2020
The challenge... to write a whole load of sh*te
No sense and no meaning, no thought waves to fight
Don’t think it, don’t plan it, don’t jot down a draft
Don’t worry that what you write might turn out daft...
Well, me and a teddy had been going steady
And when she was ready she yelled Gee up Neddy
That bear didn’t care, that we were a pair
Although she was there wearing no underwear
A fellow called Keith slipped her a leaf
To cover her tummy and what lay beneath
She growled that’s not funny, then choked on her honey
I hope I inherit all of her money
So this might be sh*tty, it may not be gritty
And if you don’t like it, well, that’s just a pity
For, yes, I have written some garbage for you
But that’s what the sponsor has told me to do
2 January 2021
For Contest: Just Thinkin
Sponsor: John Lawless
Lord, Thank you for making good on your promise
You have done what you said to me thousands of years ago
You have given me life, a heart that beats
These people that are called parents...they are truly wonderful
But lord, who is that funny looking person, holding me...smiling
Wow, he has no teeth...like me!
Why are his hands all wrinkled, and why is he shaking?
I am scared, lord...Uh oh, I think I just pooped in my diaper
Why is he making that funny face, lord?
Why did he put his lips on my cheeks, lord?
Why did he say...I love you, grandson?
(Photo E)
Baby Face What's You THINKIN Poetry Contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
1-20-2019
A baby face thinking alone
where all the smiles have gone.
I look utterly amazed all around me
when with my mother I often go out,
angry faces of high strung people I see,
without any rhyme or reason they shout.
Faces covered by clouds of despair,
hopes melt in secret shower of tears.
People can’t find an iota of time to spare
in the mad rush to nowhere to help others.
Faces contorted in the grip of envy
defined by the contours of grim mask.
They never can share your feeling happy,
to shed selfish pride for them is uphill task.
The stony faces of these people I see,
glint of joy their eyes have never shown.
A confusing thought germinates to nag me,
asking where on earth the smiles have gone.
With my pristine nascent smile I tell you,
bring back smile, make for me a world new.
January 11, 2019
Baby face : C
He reaches for the brown bag,
As he sqauts by the river
Skipping angry stones in a flurry
As he washes away his liver
Thinkin bout the old days
When he was a name in the game
Then his company closes down
Stealin his fifteen minutes of fame,
His society turns their head away
So with no place left to turn,
He watches the bank take his home
Losing all he ever earned
His family deserts him
Like a child left in a basket,
He knows in the end they will burn him
Since he cant afford a casket
And he reaches for the brown bag
As he falls onto the river
He lets the current take him
Like the bottle took his liver