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"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . )"
By_ E.E. Cummings(1894-1962)
I love the nonconformist approach of E.E. Cummings
his style has such freedom
the intentional grammar mistakes ... delightful
his structure inspiring
I love the lack of capitalization and punctuation
his made up silly words
and erratic spacing and scrunched up words
he threw away rules
I love how E.E. could write silly and also romantic
he always wanted to write
his early notebooks includes prayers of inspiration
E. E. I do that too
I love many of the same things that E.E. loved
like art, and Paris, France
he experienced a lot of heartbreak and grief
E.E. I have too
I love how he never gave up on finding true love
and I am happy he found it
he wrote every single day ... I do too
wish I met him
I love how he had the courage to self publish his work
his poetry, plays and books
this is a poet that I have admired very much
E.E. Cummings ...
"-in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms ... "
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January 15, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/EE, I Love You
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1517-941-15
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Beloved Poets
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 01/19/2023
Second Place
Submitted to the Standard, Your Choice Again
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 02/21/2023
First Place
Moth
In a kingdom full of ants
The splendid spider spidering
Deep into that darkness frogging
Death shall bring candlefish
It threw its ghost against the grubs
Deep into that darkness frogging
Death shall bring candlefish
It threw its ghost against the grubs
That moment my soul grew chafer
Through which came flying, flying, flying
How they were implying, solidifying - applying
I felt compelled to sniff the goldeneyes
And its eyes have all the leaping
That bound spathe - that bound spathe
I crave the thundering, thrusting tussock moth
I threw my bagworm upon the floor
I am shorn of my swath
And so I screamed, 'Is that a mediterranean flour moth?'
Deep into that darkness arcing
I heard a ferny, bouncing pluming
I discovered the mildews
That overhead spring - that overhead spring
They are perfumed from unseen ling
But in the fact that it was growling
Still is extolling, still is extolling
Long I stood there blossoming, strolling
And so you came gently swishing
Eagerly I looked for the worms
That thriving, thriving touting
Take thy expanse from out my heart
You warned me about the black art
Wafting and wafting with my tiger moth
While I pondered, incipient and wroth
There stood an addled troth
What could there be more purely loath?
While I pondered, shan and wroth
Plume - plume - plume!
Fluttering in the dusk and dark
The moth
4/9/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
From my perch with a mountain view I try to understand
what this site was like when only the Cherokee roamed the land.
I have an affinity for indigenous people…their culture…
the way they looked at life…and living…
How they understood we are all a part of the land
and the value they put on sharing, community and giving.
They understood everything on this Earth is equal…no one portion is greater…
and how the entire universe shares in the immortal perfection of its Creator.
The way they lived, the way they worshiped, the unique way they thought
If only we had let them be our guide…
They had so much to teach us…
instead…we callously brushed them all aside.
We threw them off the only land they ever knew….
We were barbarous, merciless and cruel…
We tried to change the essence of who they were….
We took their children and sent them off to boarding school.
Where to their parent’s and these innocent children’s sorrow and surprise,
they were forever changed by they way they were mistreated, abused, and brutalized.
But as I sit in a cabin that sits on what once was Cherokee land….
and rue the way those before us have sinned…
I can still feel the Cherokee presence in the trees….
still hear their messages floating on the wind.
To those who have forgotten, disregard or never listened to their message…
It’s not too late to start…
There is still time to walk tall as the trees
live as strong as the mountains
and keep the warmth of the Sumer sun in our hearts.
We cannot go back and change the mistakes we made in the past
that course of history has run…
but if we heed the messages still clinging to the trees
still floating on the wind…
we can begin make the future …a better place for everyone.
I had a fifth grade teacher named Mrs. Eastwood.
What she did for me was something very good.
I can recall from my long vivid memory,
that she was the teacher who introduced me to poetry.
She gave us an assignment to compose an anthology.
My work included poems by others as well as me.
The seeds were planted way back in fifth grade.
What a great impression on me this teacher made.
What started as an acorn had grown into an oak.
However, that big tree went up in smoke.
My old man threw my work out without a second thought.
His action would leave me disappointed and distraught.
Our rustic community had almost gone mad,
When one among us, had gone to war not so glad;
Children, like soldiers, soon took to toy army flights,
And demonstrated as though jumping from sky heights…!
He, a groom, and his bride, then, just merrily wed,
Tears, like torrents of long rains, they did truly shed;
Each member, like sticks of brooms, tightly tied, they knew,
Their pains, like flowers of fall, away soon they threw...!
They knew soldiers on the border were like wheat chaff,
Any time by storms of change, they could be blown off;
Yet far, like forest flowers, spouses dried each day,
Though in minds and hearts for each other they did pray...!
Even when he's brought home in a box of honor,
Did the folks discern war's a romantic murder?
16 November 2021
War Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Ancient Atlantis was Utopia.
I know for I was a prominent citizen.
We felt loved, revered, respected.
We became complacent, haughty, arrogant.
Our technology was incredibly advanced
Brought to us through our dream states
Thanks to space travelers who deemed us worthy.
Our heads were puffed up. We were Atlantis and we were fine!
Our Utopian city was placed on an island
by Poseidon in honor of Cleito, his true love.
We were overseen by Chaos and Ydor, brother gods.
We felt beloved, brilliant, and beyond reproach.
We threw away whatever rules and ideals that stopped serving us
A weird cataclysmic evening arrived unexpectedly
A battle of fire, brimstone, earthquakes and destruction.
In vain we attempted to retain our spirituality
But we had become immoral, petty and greedy
Our island imploded, never to be found again
You can search for us
Some are still singing the song
In the Bermuda triangle
Pulling down unsuspecting planes
Loving the destruction we can impose on others
Our spiritual lessons not completely learned apparently.
It was the day I wanted the most
Yet dreaded as the worst,
Seeing the jumpmaster’s eyes
Way up there in the sky,
Waiting for the scream
“This is a paratroopers’ dream
Stand in the door—lean and mean!”
C130 paratrooper’s Jet, 1500 feet above earth
M16 Weapon by my side, ready to hit the dirt
Knees bent as a dog’s leg on the ledge
Crackling nerves on screeching edge
Cotton dried mouth like a Sahara’s wedge
Soldier before me threw up his lunch
Stomach flipping—fear gripping
Paratrooper’s static lines scraping, moving
Shinny brand new paratrooper’s boots
Shivering to a shuffling groove
Trembling to its new roots
Cold palms slippery from sweating
Camouflaged face twitching like electric shocking
Eyes like a road map dredged with red
Boots shuffling towards the elliptical edge
Heard the jumpmaster’s words
“Go, go, go—jump soldier!”
I felt like a lonely hanging leaf
Growing from the side of a cliff
Just dangling in the breeze
Like a trapeze with distance in between
The moment of truth arrived
Saw the green paratrooper’s light
Heard the Jumpmaster’s voice—“Go!”
Cannonball leap into the rushing breeze
Wings of angels—still praying all the more
One thousand…two…three…four…
Parachute opened above—“Puff!”
Then I knew from the Lord
As I descended safely below
I am still His beloved!
thr ones that were my own
are the ones that did disown
laying down a judgeful Hammer
but not understanding or reasonable
with the truth they were handed.
their lack of Faith in me and disregard
only gives them discredit
how they spit in my face and shame me
time after time..
yes i am one who is damaged
they threw the first stone
and they are not Without sin..
thought they would learn this parable i landed
but instead, by it, got backhanded
tired of being oppressed and accused
Faithless asses are they that gave my heart a bruise
keep tune and now see what God will do
as wrath pours out and im the one ständing amused
stupidity companied by hypocrisy
they never knew me to begin with
yet they fire off at me
about to explode in my anger
so i keep them far from me
until i see them on the true judgement day
let us hope and pray
i am merciful in my wake
and im sure nobody likes to swim in a burning lake
Morning chapel
padre preaching
all new to me
came here for a natter
see what’s there to see
every hell has its angels
he don’t know ‘bout angels
how they fight
thrills of a motor bike
chariots o’fire
if he say he do, s’not true,
he aint read the manual
don’t know what a spanner’s for
he just know we threw it in
an’ it don’t work
I’d run out o’ booze
drunk as a lord
awake till morn
got no comfort
I ain’t weak
disinherited me
had nothin’ to give
always empty
it ain’t right
raised hungry an’ thirsty
plenty o’ scrapes
showed no mercy
weak for a tart
love n’ leave
that ain’t odd
yeah, was picked on
fight for me rights
they be-me-attitudes
an’ I’ll not change
bless ‘em they try
‘n they try
I’ll never change
if heaven is gained
through suffrin’
I’m in
man-ah never found
streets paved with bread
much less with gold
I looked for trouble
‘n found it
there ain’t no justice
tain’t no miracle
that’s why I’m here
tain’t no miracle
o my goodness she accidentally let one loose
the bus was crowded but that was no excuse
afraid she’d ripped her dress of chiffon
she was embarrassed but didn’t let on
she knew the day was off to a bad start
though she’d gotten away with that colossal fart
got to work fifteen minutes late
her boss threw a pail at her the animals couldn’t wait
she'd rushed off as fast as she could
when she made it to the fence knew she was good
but then she accidentally let another loose
scaring off a nervous frantic goose
though feathers flew she finally caught it
not her proudest moment she had to admit
next off to feed an angry grumpy mongoose
wouldn’t you know it… she accidentally let one loose
to top off her first morning not going well
told the zookeeper she wanted back to the unemployment carousel
AP: Honorable Mention 2020