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Like A Fire Cat - Teaser Taste Of Spring...
Did Fistbump With Ole Man Winter
Once again, this fella alights
this poetaster and trots out weather,
nope not cuz freezing cold bites,
this poetic instance highlights
spate of unseasonably warm temperatures
circa early February 2019,
melting oppressive plights,
whereby totally tubular solar balm
energizes and alights
to zoom into heavenly heights
pleasantly zapping dendrites
with heaven sent
sunny rays, which excites
every fiber of this fella, writes,
a diametrically opposite
meteorological pleasure
pitch perfect to fly kites
versus torturous blast, sans
polar vortex arctic
cold one futilely fights,
where no complaint as
ecstasy knows no heights,
asper in above average winter
cathartically, holistically,
therapeutically... quiets
cabin fever with sneak
preview of summer -
skipping over stone temple rites
of spring despite dramatic
unseasonably warm weather
this anomaly nonetheless delights
this wordsmith voluntarily
holed up days and nights
from bone chilling, crushing brutal
(cudgel wielding) cold
understandably inducing flights
of fantasy imagining
(like...just yesterday)
hightailing to tropical
island paradise sights
blinds this sun worshipper
twittering revelling,
basking with robins
noah matter an old gipper
slakes insatiable thirsts
nsync with teetotaling
brewster herbalist honeydripper
ah... methinks this clime
makes me chipper
recalling good ole times
feeling like a day tripper
sprawled out atop roofed mansion
fronting happy hunting grounds
upon memory steadfast gripper
amidst haunting demesne
of "Glen Elm" transformed
courtesy where backhoes did stripper
of native flora and fauna
into ticky tack vinyl city for hipper
crats all in the name of progress!
zealous woozily throbbing
quintessentially narcotic
karaoke humble ecstasy bubbling
yawningly vibrantly
singing praises motivates
ineluctable fancy caparisoned
zestfully whooping tellingly
quaking novel kindles
heartfelt essence
blubbering yipping vocalizations
sincerely pronouncing
myriad jubilant gleefulness
describing absolute x2c
unbridled rhapsodic
obeisance loosening
inimitable fabulous communication
zeroing wakened tremendous pleasure
marinating joie de vivre
gurgling dynamically aspiring xylem
unstoppably roiling
overtly liberal fawning calculus
zinging wordy tome
proclaiming motive jangling
glorifying divine adulating
x uber rants obediently liberating
inducing fantastic crowing zestfully
warbling tenderly quiet nursing kingdom
harkening enjoyment bestirring
x unnumbered remarks
outlining linkedin impressiveness
from crocheting zany way
this poet marries juxtaposed grammar
describing atypical xfinity urging requiem
oozing libation inside
fleshly corporeal Zen wordsmith thyself
questioning messenger's (mine) jabbering
gets decoded accurately.
No rhyme nor reason why
yours truly recalled how
me late mother
(earlier in her fitbit livingsocial years)
non verbally communicated disgust
(insync with audible sigh)
quite often ultimatums
blasting fulminating nauseating
scathing well nigh
she loosed loathing against
grungy looking son (guess who)
futilely escaped wrath of Harriet Khan
clamoring upon rooftop high
offering birds eye view
out of earshot and eyesight aye
catching sunbeams while smiling wry
cowardly lion sought divine intervention
courtesy sheltering sky
acres of shingles I sprawled
these lovely bones did lie
property of garden variety generic guy.
She who helped beget and birth
sole heir inheriting gamut of behavioral quirks
linkedin with many predecessors,
who trod, slunk, roamed...
across planet Earth.
Best bet said present day scribe i.e.
poetic, nonesstablishmentarian, liberal,
jesting, humble, freelance, dilatory bummer
whose hindsight evinced a student dumber
than his classmates wheedled
(as targeted scapegoat) by bullies their flummer
re: entrapped - worse louse than lice
internalized trauma left figurative tread marks
analogous to raging road runner
pressing accelerator pedal of hummer
driven by (an actual person) one Roger Kummerer.
Despite agonizing vicious tongue lashing
against flesh and blood,
which venomous invisible whiplash
never petered out
(even when sundry bloke
got married and gladly left home)
abusive treatment markedly
left appalling, loathing and percolating
ambivalence if though mama passed away
(these last seventeen plus years) wrung
cash crop of poetic endeavors,
albeit resultant lackluster
literary crafted aspirations.
Memory of mom overshadowed
by similar facsimile thereof
think shrieking banshee,
an indelible psychological imprimatur,
I strive to acknowledge
emotional reverberations to date
(May 27th, 2021).
My trademark wordsmith fashioned communiqué
impossible mission to shake off bittersweet feelings
toward once (former) Arthur Murray dance instructor
which fancy footwork synchronized with favorite
debonair handsome young fella (papa)
both flirts buoyant with elan and energy
only thru death will angst become free
interestingly enough hands will clap with glee.
He's a stable smithy
Thinks his genius words are pithy
As he pounds, pounds, pounds
Into the night
Swings his big word-hammer
Never minding lies and grammar
Cuz he's gotta, gotta, gotta
Fuel the fight
With his bellowslike ire
He stokes the fire
As it burns, burns, burns
To his delight
On his huge word-anvil
Pounds rumor and scandal
As they sizzle, sizzle, sizzle
Burning bright
Hones his words untoward
Like a two-edged sword
As they stab, stab, stab
Like a knife
As his words extrude
They can get really rude
As he pushes, pushes, pushes
Wrong as right
He's a stable smithy
Thinks his genius words are pithy
As he pounds, pounds, pounds
With all his might
***
November 30, 2019
F G I series 19 satire
Brian Strand, sponsor
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Poetry notes:
05/26/2019
In the context of this poem, "Wordsmith" refers to any who attempt to mislead by using fake news or disinformation.
***
read her while sipping my morning cuppa
'tween news bytes and clock chimes-
I found myself in her words and wept
as I imagined honey dripping from her
lips whilst she read aloud each cherished verse
bringing back to my mind a song I once knew
singing my life with her words
killing me softly
killing me softly
it was then that i realized that this vain
life that i lived had meaning, for her
words were balms of healing to me 'neath
a starry sky filled with both beauty and pain
and I knew from that moment on
that my world would never be the same
As in this world my mind does fall
'neath evergreens of zephyr's dance
midst echoes endless come to call
and posy dreams now set to chance
These words of written complex feel
‘pon verses painted paisley flow
her ink now drips like molten steel
‘twixt softer reach of moonbeam'd glow
Of turnstile motions, spinning ‘round
my head now dazed though not confused
of every sorted page once found
along a path her thoughts infused
As Hepburn smiles Chantilly lace
I find there ‘neath this photo’d frame
emotions plead in wished for grace-
my world shall never be the same
read her once while sipping my morning cuppa-
my life has never been quite the same
WORD RHYMES SWIRL
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Move with sure gladness as verse springs and hurls;
Ink zest that fashions words from sure passion;
New wordplay madness in stanzas that unfurl;
Dance transcends function as concrete action.
You know your own voice in steady new writes;
Once you know you can deliver fond say;
Urge hints of sure poise as choice grooms recite;
Rest between sure scan to indulge new stray.
Moments of magic unleashed with refrain;
Urgent lines grapple with strange say that sways;
Such is the tactic that a wordsmith gains;
Intuit a ramble that rouses clear stay.
Note feelings that spring to command wordplay;
Give your fond writing verse forms that portray.
Leon Enriquez
01 May 2014
Singapore
before I start please allow me to say
that if you don't see your name, please have no dismay
but I just had to write it this way....
everyone here is inspiring....at least to me....
"Poetry Souper Heroes"
by: Eric L. Boddie
If only Dr. Upma A. Sharma had seen
That Ligella Mandraki was an Angel with Broken Wings
Then her complaint could have been resented
And for whatever her need, she could let Emile Pinet
Because Robert Lindley and Catie Lindsey had plans for The Lyric
Poet Destroyer....A wordsmith like me just wouldn't hear it
So I sought out the Bev-Smith, she creates irons to Beautify the hair
But I only found Lycia, Harding a journey I thought was so fair
But what I found most surprising was the presence of the Silent One
Who said his very first words, which was simply, "Alexis? Young"
Maybe this was a warning, I mean it's not right to Skat A child
TOMMY....BOY you better stop could be heard for at least a mile
He said he was a Tim Smith, but how do you create Tims
He said he had 37 sons and that was the name for all of them
In search of the Lone Wolf Mystery, but all he ever knew was to poke her
Only Pandita Sanchez said no, so he made Eve Roper
With a bold look, he told her "let James In-man"
And she said "I ain't no dude, I am like Jan, Allison, Anne, Lise, And-resen"
And then he saw her and said "Kum-kum Sharma, please let her in...."
to be continued.....
Ever since I experienced being significantly monetarily sidelined...
(how about that topic for a change of pace?)
Yes back to getting walloped, decked
and clubbed courtesy cold hearted brute,
who casually, glad handedly, and royally
flushed out mine tailored pricey suit
wherein every pocket
once stashed, and lined with loot.
Ever since scamming imbroglio
(three weeks ago today -
July eleventh two thousand twenty three)
yours truly, a formerly
happy go lucky wordsmith
immune to the plethora
of devious shenanigans
courtesy predacious traitors
to the bywords of honesty and integrity
scamper away with laundered money.
Mine fantasy modus operandi to cope
regarding falling prey
to hoax gullible guy
to surrender crisp greenbacks
entrapment like a dope
no matter poet of Penn Valley
at the end of his figurative rope,
when fraudsters shill and scope
out crosshairs stunning
persons exhibiting naïveté
the following escapist ploy adopted.
E'er since I (a reincarnated cavalier
or gentleman snubbed
by sought after Southern Belle)
at night suicidal ideations
visit psyche as haunting spectre
sublimated death wish
permeates thru mine every cell
courting the grim reaper
to carry me back to carry
me back to Old Virginny,
where lovely bones
of me Confederate ancestors dwell
upon bloody fields farewell
to arms and legs
mounted battlefields when groundswell
of internecine warfare
made life on earth
wind and fire created a living hell
he who fleeced me
vengeance doth impel
to imagine him gunned down
as enemy numero uno.
Moribund courtesy online heist
me entire being feels
chopped, minced, and appallingly diced,
hence no surprise
sheepishly admitting to ewe
how yours truly still feels blue
aghast at passivity prevailed
how grievousness flourishes
checking and savings accounts
frankly zapped analogous
how David regarding Goliath he slew,
yet impossible mission
to know your enemy
with absolute zero details,
cuz the fly by night scamp
flat out sold pack of lies
of course I voluntarily
must admit straightaway and true
mine fingers converted cash
to bitcoin currency
yet entranced, kickstarted, seduced
as Harvey Specter
did courtesy sotto voce woo.
POETESS MOTHER MAYA ANGELO
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Mother warrior, wordsmith poetess
Maya;
Sister, daughter of the almighty Father
Maya;
You set the world on fire;
Fearless
Breathless a world that's in a mess;
God lent us this person
Maya;
A wordsmith, poet, activist,
an actress, dancer she has most of the answers;
A visionary for the oppress;
A representative of women causes;
Did I mention one voice one of God's daughter;
And if I could me ya;
I confess I'd be honored
Mother Maya, poetess
God bless
Poet Maya Angelo
So kind Mother Rhyme;
Never backing down;
I know why the caged bird sings;
Thank-you Lord (for everything)
God thanks for sharing;
Maya Angelo;
Still I rise;
The Lesson;
When you come
So kind Mother Rhyme;
Never backing down;
I know why the caged bird sings;
Mama Rhyme you're now
Touched by an Angel;
We miss you, we love you;
Poetess Mother, Sister...
Maya Angelo
Your words will forever go on and on and on..
"Marguerite Annie Johnson"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology " God's Children Poets Poems and Friends 2"
Ideally yours truly prefers
a she/her who never got prosecuted for a felon,
yet who most deaf fin knit lee
possesses sound blinding killer instincts
think miracle worker Anne Sullivan
signifying rendering phenomenal success
with one female named re: amazing Helen
exhibiting discerning admirable qualities
constituting intelligent witty male
despite his/him sports haunch size of a melon.
I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient wordsmith
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper (gas) excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent affinity,
energy, magnanimity and synchronicity!