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Aromatic smokes, abounds the whole land
Somewhere, nightingale began it's sound
The little girl feast on the beauty before her eyes...
A labyrinth of forest trees inviting for a tryst
So inquisitive, she went ahead couldn't resist..
Each edge of the mysterious green maze
She discovered lovely sights leaving her amaze!
Sparkling crystal clear waters of a brook..
Beckons her feet to dip and take a look
Down are rainbow colored creatures
Kissing and tickling her little toes
Magnificent clusters of magnolias and orchids
Scattered and tangling intricately on trees
Bees drinking nectar's from blossom buds
Butterflies caressing each pretty bulbs
Deer, squirrels, rabbits and playful monkeys
Following biting her skirt, on fine line during the trip
Merrily, she starts to recite an upbeat song
Swaying freely her arms with the song
Then, oh! oh! in instant all around sang along!
The rabbits and squirrels joyfully hops and jumps
Flying birds producing spiral drumbeat thumps
Leaves and branches of trees clap and swing
Each one seems jubilant to dance and sing
T--------H--------E--------N....
"Riiiiiiiiiiiing! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!", Says her alarm clock....
(c) Olive Eloisa
4:54 pm
03/27/2014
CONTEST: THE MAGICAL FOREST
SPONSOR: ROGER HORSCH
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5th place.... to GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY.. :D
HEARTBEATS ON PAS FE DEUX
Starstruck by your smile as I opened my eyes
Snow-white cheeks glows to peaches sweet
Running fingertip to heart shaped lips
As spring breeze kiss, I am a lady longing to grow
Fear a lost shadow because warmth flows
With your presence alone, I am soppy blown
You bestow me a new life within a universe that's dark
Walk with me, don't you depart
Let's decorate views: a tapestry of you and me
Man ... how quick you boil my fire
Your heart thumps a crystal chime choir
Cushioned pleased from your musky scent
Words weak and not needed for us to speak
Beside the hearth, let's dance our anthem real slow
as our heartbeats jive in a pas de deux
If by chance you catch my eye
I hope for you to see our sparkles high...
Our footwork a unison graceful cruise
Two become one in this dance we choose
Best given as we don't wanna to lose
© O. E. Guillermo
October 24, 2014; 10:27pm
***Inspired by the poem made by James Fraser: THE FONDER OF YOU
***PAS DE DEUX (French, literally "step of two") is a dance duet in which two dancers, typically a male and a female, perform ballet steps together. The pas de deux is characteristic of classical ballet and can be found in many well-known ballets, including Sleeping Beauty, Swan Lake, and Giselle.
It started with a subtle creep,
While the whole house was fast asleep.
A gentle scratching, soft and slow,
Beneath the floorboards, down below.
I told myself it was a mouse,
That brought the noise to my house.
But mice don’t knock in sets of three,
Nor whisper soft, and call for me.
The scratching grew to frantic thumps,
And gave my freezing skin the bumps.
The air grew heavy, cold, and dead,
I pulled the blankets over my head.
A hinge began to slowly moan,
I knew I was not there alone.
A floorboard creaked—a step, a pause,
With clicking sounds like hidden claws.
It reached the spot beside my bed,
I dared not move; I was not dead.
I felt a breath, a rotting scent,
And knew not where my savior went.
A voice, a whisper, wet and thin,
“Let us in, let us in," it said again.
I locked the door, I hid the key,
But the thing beneath is now in me.
*WE ALL LIVE IN A ‘NUT SUBMARINE’
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In a park where the oaks stretch tall,
four bushy-tailed lads heed the call.
With acorn guitars and a nut-shaker beat,
the Liverpudlians scamper on stage
John Lemontail, sharp-eyed and sly,
scribbles lyrics that question the sky:
*“Imagine no birdfeeders… it isn’t hard to do…”
Paul McNutty, the crooner so smooth,
sings *“Yesterday, my walnuts were gone—
Now I need a new place to carry on!”
George Harristripes, mystic and lean,
chants *“Within You, Without You, Walnut Supreme.”
He meditates deep ‘neath a mushroom cap’s shade.
Ringtail Starr, on a hollow log drum,
thumps out a rhythm: “Boom-chicka-bum!”
His cheeks bulge with pecans, a percussive stash.
They thrill on the Ed Sullivan stage,
*“Twist and Shout!” they harmonize causing quite a rage
leaving female squirrels with nutty desire.
Playing soccer as kids for their very first time,
he only five and she just turned six.
She simply looks his way,
and the ball is passed without any tricks.
The other lads look on in disbelief,
as the passes are abundant.
Not a word between them, just quick looks and fleeting smiles,
Nothing is redundant.
They attend different schools,
their acquaintance is brief.
His hazel green eyes remain in her memory,
without any relief.
Years later an opposing cheerleader looks familiar,
at a college football game.
When tackled on the visitor’s side,
his eyes look up, rekindling a flame.
He passes out, then graduates,
Taking a job in the city.
They almost meet again, on a blind date,
but the fates disallow, such the pity.
In a grand hotel, she stands beautifully in a wedding dress,
as a groom looks on lovingly, eyes burning.
She daydreams of another pair of eyes,
contemplating an old yearning.
She runs, preempting the ceremony,
leaving audience in shock and dismay.
No meeting of soulful hearts this time,
this day.
Years later still, a pleasant voice calls for help
while fishing a stream in the wild.
He responds with net at the ready,
only to find a familiar, great smile.
As he nets the fish, their eyes lock,
and she says thanks for the assist.
His heart thumps loudly within his chest,
It’s nothing really, it’s a trophy not to be missed.
She hesitates, have we met ?
I have the strongest feeling of déjà vu.
Regaining composure he says, maybe, but ..
I think I’d remember you.
Minutes later they sit chatting away,
like kids who’ve just met.
Their souls seem older though,
and linked in a way neither will soon forget.
IS THAT THE LEAD? Is all that he says,
And he says with a joyful surprise,
He thinks these words all by himself,
And speaks with the look in his eyes,
Then his tail it thumps, he jumps in the air,
Lands, pirouettes and turns,
And impatiently waits for almost a second,
To hear the most magical words,
“The river!” OH MY GOD, YES FANTASTIC, LET’S GO, YOU’RE THE BEST,
NOW LET’S OPEN THE DOOR,
AND I’LL PULL YOU TO THE MAGICAL PLACE WE BOTH GO,
His barking I cannot ignore.
Every day at four is my dog’s favourite time,
His daily walk when he rushes outside,
And we go to the river where he swims all he wants,
And he leaves his boredom behind.
Sleep don't come once more
the vampires are out
longing to bite this virgin neck
to taste sweet nectars
fruits of Halloween
A two pronged fork
those incisors permeate the skin
Floods rise and well over
as you drink me in
with passionate greed
Tidal torrents pulsate
as my heart thumps then slows
Faint I grow weak
whilst you grow strong
fulfilled with desires need
You thrive but do not live
for you are bound to the abyss
the depths of darkness
controlled by day
yet free to roam in nights shadows
Unaccepted set apart abnormal
you verge on cannibalistic traits
amongst human nature
barbaric you stalk your prey
like wildest beast next meal
Only hunted down yourself
will you stop
when slaughtered in defeat
with stake through heart
will you fade from our world
Jazz Fingers-Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews-
Verse 1
Oh, when the night gets low and the shadows swing,
I feel a rhythm rise in everything.
Snap your fingers, let 'em dance like breeze,
With jazz fingers tapping softy to tease.
Ivory play the keys for me, PIanO leaves
Chorus
Them Jazz fingers moveN right, let the music take flight,
We’ll groove in sync under neon lights bright.
The world fades away with a sweet serenade,
Let them horns N drum play
Just you and me where memories are made.
Verse 2
As tha saxophone whispers secrets of old,
The bass thumps deep with tales yet untold.
Cascading piano keys play love’s refrain,
This jazzy haven we’ll never feel pain.
Metal golden buttons push them for me
*(Chorus)*
Them Jazz fingers moveN right, let the music take flight,
We’ll groove in sync under neon lights bright.
The world fades away with a sweet serenade,
Let them horns N drum play
Just you and me where memories are made.
Bridge
Dimly room lit where spirits entwine,
Every snap tells a story; it’s simply divine.
Heartbeats up sync with each trumpet's rhymes roar—
Feel that pulse magic through every encore.
Verse 3
So lift your glass high for these moments sublime—
With laughter and song woven deep mastics time.
Let’s travel together down this vibrant lane—
To swingin’ reflections so passions remain.
Final Chorus
Jazz fingers tonight—we’re lost in their grace,
Each stroke paints delight on life’s canvas space.
Drummers beats up tempo, like a woodpecker
Under moons so mellow
We’ll laugh 'til it stings—
A celebration of beauty only jazz brings!
Outro
Yeah! Feel those jazz fingers gliding so free—
As long as there’s music… rhythms moves come share it with me!
09/3/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
for SHASTA JAZZ DEDICATED VERSE FOR SHATA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #1
I step outside to get some air
upon the ship’s fine teakwood deck,
the North Atlantic air bites deep,
I raise my collar ’round my neck.
Remind myself that it’s April,
and that it must be near midnight,
the long bow seems a lovely place
to stretch my legs and smoke my pipe.
I’m not usually up this late,
but no one sleeps upon this ship,
spent hours in the first-class lounge,
swapping tales with some rich Brits.
It was a treat coming onboard,
a maiden voyage is not cheap,
but I landed deals in England,
and so this luxury I reap.
Though my success cannot compare
to some of the men still inside,
those Astors and those Guggenheims…
can’t imagine such gilded lives.
Not far away, up by the bow,
two sweethearts forget the whole world,
I remember my youthful days
hen I could get lost in a girl.
Heck, I’m not even forty yet,
and were this fifteen years ago,
maybe that would be me and Claire...
so long as mother didn’t know.
I smile and turn my gaze back
upon the night so flat and dark,
no moon to cast its silver glow,
can see no light, nary a spark.
But wait…I think I see a mass,
it’s darker than the starry sky,
alarm bells ring and shouts go up,
the front of the the ship comes alive.
Ship lights reflect, I see ice,
a berg that’s right ahead of us!
Cold panic races down through me,
death comes quick, and I see the cause.
Engines groan, the ship shudders,
the water roiled and churned,
iron creaks loud as the vessel
desperately attempts to turn.
I see the iceberg drawing near,
a slick sheen of white and blue,
my chest thumps like a triphammer
at this cold, yet beautiful doom.
But then the prow, it clears the berg!
Shifts left twenty, then thirty feet,
water opens wide between us,
the ship and iceberg do not meet!!
It takes my stunned mind a moment,
then I release a long-held breath,
never in all of my years
have I come so very close to death.
To think that so many people
could’ve all frozen or drowned,
just imagine the tragedy
if this great ship had gone down…
Flirting with oppositional screams
As I grip the reins of a strangled soul
Is not as simple to me as life or death
Moments that are only memories flickering
Like a candle that is burning out
eventually the wick will be spent
The last lick of the flame is what will
Recapture the spirit within these windows
Shining through the cracks
Of this numb body shines a sober
Happiness with a glass shattering
World's away difference
Resiliency riding by my side
Is strength that I own with pride
Flying overhead towards the answers
As if I were jumping onto a moving train
My heart thumps nervously accepting
The truth will not always be what I want
Making up my mind and sticking to it
Is the one peak I climb to reach with gusto