Long Tween Poems
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Among our animals on earth
the search for food consumes each day.
I ask God why he made two counter groups;
carnivore and herbivore-
the two so far apart.
To eat, be eaten- nature's programmed goal
'tween carnivores and herbivores it seems.
While some cause bleeding tears and victim's screams;
with others, trees and grasslands take their toll.
Both plans- far apart:
one brings loss of life and pain;
one consumes earth's greens.
How does God choose which will be
predator or victim bound?
August 31, 2016
~3rd Place~
Contest: Challenge - Write One - Theme: Dark Nature
Sponsor: Broken Wings -
Judged: 09/08/2016
Rules:
1. Epigram, a single thought on two lines- unrhymed -
introducing the theme of your poem
2. Kimo, 3 lines, 10/7/6 syllables
3. Enclosed Rhyme, 4 lines, a/b/b/a
4. Tanka, 5 lines, 5/7/5/7/7
5. Title - 3 words from the last line in Tanka
6. Words 'bleeding tears' must be used
7. Should be present tense
... The pen is mightier than the sword ...
The poet knight went off to war
To prove his valor true.
Sir Arthur Berk, the troubadour,
Knew he had much to do
For he had found a greater sword
To strike his foes down dead.
He swore to fight invading horde
And make their ink spill red.
Each lord, farm hand and tavern maid,
Had often heard him tell
The fierceness of his secret blade
And all the foes it fell.
Of dragons and of armies past
He'd read this weapon killed.
The legend of his sword was vast;
The ink would soon be spilled.
Soon rival horde had come again
All took up sword and shield.
The armies prepped for battle then
Were met upon the field.
They yelled and brandished spear and dirk
But soon were silent when
All held their breath to watch Sir Berk
As he unsheathed his ... pen?
He rushed in sure and unconcerned
But fell at the first blow,
And what new truth he might have learned
I guess we'll never know.
But if, perhaps, he'd been more keen
Sir Berk might still yet live;
Too late he learned the difference 'tween
Literal and Figurative.
9.13.18
Contest: Unsheathe Your Sword
Descending October days buzzed on caffeine
My house transforms into a living scene
Walking past you’ll see it’s quite obscene
Ghostly silhouettes dance beside the evergreen
From the roof swings a broken doll figurine
A creepy lonesome head lay just below a guillotine
Zombie moans, hanging guts and sagging spleen
From the darkness jump out ghouls unforeseen
Bloody vampire waiting for his next cuisine
A familiar cannibal has an appetizer of fava bean
Of gloom and doom I’m the local fright queen
Full of fervour and dread the kids will convene
Dressed as batman and squid game and wolverine
Ever keen for a scare, from tot to tween
Eyes a-twinkle in a trick or treat rush of dopamine
A haunted “Open soon” sign flashes citrine
But the treat of this trick, it is a smoke screen
Is wickedness a hereditary gene?
My heart did not shrink or grow, nor am I green
Yet I remain all hallows Grinch, the meanest of mean
Because the best part of this festive routine
Is I take it all down, the day before Halloween
MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA !!!!
October 25, 2022
Halloween Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
A crumbling cabin, a jungle deep,
An old soldier trudging by,
Imagining he heard, in the breeze,
A ghostly, wounded sigh.
This elder sat 'neath a mangrove
To ease his creaking bones,
His uneasy mind accompanied
By the wind's eerie moans.
The groans metamorphosed to words,
As mournfully they spoke
About an injury so grave,
And a heart and soul, which broke.
"A strong youth, fastest in my school,
Brimming with hope and fun,
I couldn't outrun a speeding bullet,
Blasted from a cruel gun.
Stripped of hope, left a broken cripple,
Of no use to anyone,
I couldn't envision a future -
A day past twenty-one.
It wasn't just a body blow,
But one to my emotions,
As a gap 'tween me and my mates
Grew as vast as oceans.
All the love I had to offer,
Were stained with weakness, and pain,
So, I was nothing more than a
Miserable ball and chain.
I slipped into the dark jungle,
All hidden and remote,
Where nobody would need to hear
Cries issued from my throat.
My cabin had enough space for
One table and one chair.
It was a blessed relief to know,
No one could find me there."
The glum words urged the drifter's heart
And drew him to the hut.
The image in the table's chair
Then, punched him in the gut.
The old man's mournful, decaying face
Stopped and froze him in place.
The grim, unsettling vision was
His own crestfallen face.
I am adamant hi cringe at the thought of dirty feet
I am biased and subconscious of crimson vegetable beets
No longer nowhere do you find coconut treats
Chocolate covered crimson beige grasshopper leaves
While ants are scrimmaging laterally liking playing football
And bees are buzzing around making a buzzzzz sound
Fluttering butterflies fluttering flattering floating
around above the ground the lower the sky has
Yet the parlay fleet of grasshoppers marching crickets rubbing their legs
Sounding off while they here are they there seemingly they're everywhere
Skreet Skreet Skreet the screeching sounds that come from their feet
Chirping chirping chirping where are they and do they ever sleep
I too have feet and I'm a floor runner
Twix and tween my corns and bunions
I'm coming running on my feet for you
9/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
One day in Soup Creek City,
There was a duel 'tween Cunningham and Watt
Tom said to John "I hear you're good,
Let me see, son- what you've got"
John said to Tom "You're not the only one
With a gun that fires ink
Tom looked at John in the eye
Then he guzzled down his drink
He said "That may be true, boy
But I've got the fastest gun in town
I'll fire out a few limericks
That will spin your head around"
That's when the sheriff "Koplin"
Walked in Soup Creek's saloon
With pistols by his side
He held a big bright blue balloon
He said to Tom and John
Let's take this duel outside
I'll lock-up the one who shoots the other
And give the balloon to the one who died
Right before they walked outside
Someone shot the balloon big bright and blue
The fastest lady gun around
That all the townsmen knew
Jenna was her name
She walked in six-inch heels
She usually rides around Soup Creek
On her bicycle that has three wheels
She shot that big bright blue balloon
As it wobbled through the air
Then it burst with a bang and zig-zagged
Till it landed on someone's chair
The chair belonged to Gershon Wolfe
The hangman of Soup Creek
But someone shouted "He's in the out-house...
He went to fix a leak"
Milton, Lawless and Mike Gentile
They were playing "Hold 'em" around the table
While Andrea, Constance, and Tania
Was playing "No-Peek" out in the stable
Alexis, Eve, Heidi, Kim and Belle
They were singing a country song
Victor, Arlo, Vijay and Jim Slaughter
They Joined in to sing along
Wendy, Paula, Brenda and Jennifer
Valsa, Sara and "Sunshine" Anne-Lise
They were drinking shots of whiskey
Trying to make some peace
With Sam K, Jo and Brandy
DebM and Anaya too!
Because they all had their eyes on Charlie "two-stepping"
Down at the rendezvous
Like the burning tree, resting on the clouds
The glow of the sun, hidden...flourishes
Mirrored waters, tween the tall grass-marsh, crowds
Before the night...when the sun perishes
Once caught, are the crabs of past generations
Like rabbits, how fast they come and they go
My fathers boat, beyond renovations
I can see him still...with oars he would row
Mom, at home waiting...for dad's buckets full
Waters boiling, nut crackers for the claws
Grandmother waits too...as she knits her wool
Waiting to eat crabs with her long jowl jaws
These days of old I will never forget
A shadow of time...my mind's silhouette
(Photo #3)
Choices Poetry Contest
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
5-12-2019
The little boy I was…
The man I’m s’posed to be…
The distance ‘tween the two
Vast as the open sea.
The dreams I had are gone.
Naught left but memories,
And nothing in their place.
The worst of cruelties.
The little boy I was
I’m glad can’t see me now.
The changes I have made
Are more than he’d allow.
The man I’m meant to be?
He’d view me with disgust.
Lambast me to my face
For losing that boy’s trust.
And here, alone, I stand
Not either of the two
But somewhere in between
Not knowing what to do.
That little boy I was,
The man I’m s’posed to be,
Are both forever gone
Replaced by only me…
Casting Off The Bow Line
Goodbye
my unwed darling
I’m married
to this dream
Freedom
calling out to me
betrothal thus
redeemed
Bachelorhood
a Siren’s calling
Feted tween
the sails
Truant winds
to act upon
Legends
tell the tale
Setting off
this final time
Rudder
in my hand
Truth when hoisted
up the mast
Liberty
— commands
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
So Imbued
Crime without sanction
honor among thieves
Tomatoes tomattos
prudish obscene
Rules as their written
intention entwined
Good becomes bad
sight becomes blind
Credence engendered
by those so imbued
A prince or a pauper
depends on your view
The world in a tailspin
no two think the same
the baby the bathwater
— praising the blame
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Time Awaits
Not connected to
the dollar
Courted
never wed
Engaged to no one
but himself
Making
his own bed
All fame and fortune
lost to fate
Constancy
of mind
Whose future readers
time awaits
His legacy
— to find
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Through his door she wafts, all eye candy and cigarette smoke. Feigning fear and need with a promise of earthly delights in trade. He, standing strongly alone, listens attentively but always sees more than is shown. Seemingly he melts in her warm, feminine hands, to be molded into someone more useful but easily discarded. Each play their games, vying for goals not perceived by the other. The hand may be more swift than the eye, but the heart… the heart is always quicker still. In the end, neither gains what they search for but both receive more than anticipated.
There can be no trust
‘Tween those who routinely lie
And those who seek truth.
5/3/2019
Pick A Title, Vol 4 - Haibun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
4th Place winner 5/24/19