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Greetings from Canada dear readers ! Let me cajole you with a wee bit of fun
and ardent banter. Well, obviously I am Canadian and we are very polite and
charming people, we are sorry when we are guilty of nothing. We say please
and thank you and your welcome often. It is drilled into us from childhood.
You bump into us and lickety-split we will say sorry! It can all get quite absurd.
Talking about absurd there is a real rigmarole going on with a groundhog, a
rodent who predicts if we will get a long winter or a short winter. What kind of
nincompoop believes in this gobbledygook. The story goes that if the rodent,
excuse me, I mean groundhog sees his shadow we have six more weeks of
winter. Now, being a fairly intelligent girl, I say in a forceful voice, balderdash!
I could have predicted six more weeks of winter. Without getting cantankerous,
it is bloody freezing outside! Apparently this pampered, Willie rodent saw his
big fat shadow and it was declared. What a brouhaha that caused. Why did they
not just ask me ? Oh, we may get a little melt, to tease us but the snow and
cold will stick around to torment us, the wind will blow and the snow will fall.
the bare branches wish
for soft emerald green gowns-
snowflakes swirl and twirl
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February 4, 2018
Poetry/Haibun/A Bit Of Lofty Chit Chat
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9895-87
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eloquent Banter; You tease me so nicely
sponsor, Edward McCall
Honorable Mention
Coy sideways glances at the man of your dreams
Holding hands in secret so nobody sees
Amazed more girls don’t act the way you do
Sex before marriage – no you want to remain pure
Total commitment to one man in your life
Even when you’re dating you remain so demure
Always ready to see some bedroom action
Never turning sex down its like some fatal attraction
Devotedly he now pursues
Chase begins with eager anticipation
His heart pounding and heavy respiration
Ardour inflamed by her beauty
She’s sublime and sexy, such a cutie
Eureka is his final thought
Dames sure are naughty when they’re caught
Written by 'JaDazzle'
Collaboration between Jan Allison & Darren Watson
14th April 2014
The poem is not written about Eileen Ghali but simply dedicated to her. She has been inspirational in encouraging us to continue our collaborative writing after she read our poem 'Bronte Inspiration'.
White socks in this pile. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Black ones over here.
I’ll hand wash my negligee;
It is much too sheer. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Lots of colored work clothes
going over here.
Light towels here; dark ones there . . . . . . . . . with the ugly dishrags
But in this pile; all underwear!. . . . . . . . . . . . . . One red t-shirt; two in blue
Now I’m almost through.
Bed sheets here. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . My dark slacks here.
I think the piles are done.
In the washer; then the drier!
To make a load feel lighter, I try to make it fun.
Written 8/12/14 for the Teeter Totter Poem--Balance the Load Poetry Contest
Written: June 25, 2023
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Beguile me, July sun, with your hot, penetrating glare,
A star of careless seizure, I can't avail but stare.
I lust for your soulmate, the one who kindles my desires.
With a kiss that sets me afire, igniting all my fires.
Spread me across the sky, bathed in a blushing surge,
A flare that flies as a flamingo, refusing to submerge.
In this dawning sky, a birthday of passion,
Where burning desires find their truest fashion.
Oh, July sun, slay me with your scorching embrace.
Ignite my soul; set my heart at a reckless pace.
With each caress, I am consumed by your fiery touch.
A dance of flames, a love that is too much
Kiss me afire, let our passions intertwine,
In this sultry heat, let our bodies align.
I surrender to your flame as it spreads and devours.
Burning away the barriers, demolishing all towers.
Bathed in the glow of our shared ecstasy,
We become one, a guild of pure intensity.
Every inch of my being is ignited and ablaze.
As our desires ignite in this passionate summer solstice haze.
Flaring such the fires of a thousand suns,
We become the avatar of passion, that forever runs.
At this moment, time benumb as we unite.
Two souls ablaze in a blaze of pure delight
I guess I am prejudiced by its age
I look forward to the turning of each page
I do judge a book by its cover
It completes me more than any lover
The journeys I am on
As I sail or I trail someone
I can't sleep because I need
To see where this story takes me
Am I a lectiophile or bibliophagist
Only if someone makes me eat my words
Am I a bibliophile, a bookworm or librocubicularist?
A logophile or a omnilegent?
I am definitely a bullycumber
As a printrovert and a sesquipedalianist
Again I'm no bibliophagist but a French ink drinker
I am certainly not in the company of Timon of Athens
I'm no Thoreau either
I am no hand biter or misanthrope or misleader
Nope that's not me when I read
I have this bad habit of tsundoku
Buying and leaving unread books in a pile
But in this book I read, she gives me a singer's smile
Am I a bibliosmia, maybe at times
But only those tomes that have stood the test of time
So please don't misunderstand
I am no ultrarepidarian
Or do I engage in epeology
Again I don't worship the written word as an idol
But it will always have its place in history
So as a printrovert I need the philitre of a book
Not someone's dirty look
And I mean no harm and throw no philippic tirade
I just want to be left alone as I turn from page to page
So as I close I hear the psithurism
Which makes the italics look
Like the wind is blowing through my book
Spring is a colorful salad
Roses are her radishes
Marigold her croutons
Lilacs in her dressing, dribbling sweetly
She is tossed in wind storms
Spring is a tasty salad
She uplifts the diners
She delights the songbirds
She nurtures the baby lambs
She brings greenery back to the meadow
Spring is a hearty salad
She feeds our souls
She nurtures our imaginations
She sings her forest songs
She rejuvenates us in the most heart-felt ways
Spring is our dessert salad
Her birds serenade us
Her bunnies show off their fluff
Her squirrels scold us gently
She brings us such enthusiasm and happiness!
Written: May 18, 2019
Contest: Objectifying a Season Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
SAY YOU LOVE ME
Say you love me
Say that you love me
That you truly I couldn't be more madly in love with you
With saying that you care for me
And that you couldn't be more in love with me
Say you love me
Say you love me
Say you love me this you do
Say you love me and that you believe it's true
You do love me
Say you love me that you love me that you do
Say you love me that you honestly do
You do say you do that you do
Say that you love me, say that you love me ever so true
Evermore
Say you love me
Say that you love me
That you truly I couldn't be more madly in love with you
With saying that you care for me
And that you couldn't be more in love with me
Say you love me
Say you love me, say you love me
Say you love me even so
True ever more dear cherish those moments you love me
Say that you love me true
1/23/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Arranged music by KEVIN KERN
Reaching in my pocket trying to pull out a quarter;
Reaching the oven to see if the pie is in order;
(Is it done?)
But Oh is I, just a shallow one;
Am I Lord reaching my full potential;
All this is lost if I haven’t got order;
I’ll be continually held down if I keep the monkey on my shoulder;
Reaching into my heart, thinking bout marriage;
Reaching for a mutual thing;
(Will it come again?)
But O am I just a dreamer so;
Am I worthy again for love Oh…
All this is lost if I ain’t in order;
All is naught, if I have not God in my order;
I pray reaching in my heart and mind;
I say Lord God keep me give me a sign;
Reaching, in order, reaching, reaching God’s got something for us;
Just be still raise them heart clear those hearts and minds…
Reaching for the mark, reaching for the cross, reaching in onto Christ…
Reaching for His heart, reaching for a brand new start
Reaching in onto the Lord God Jesus Christ…,/
7/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
From forth coming anthology "Old Gospel Songs Sung"
My laptop is a very pretty shade of purple,
I open her top gently and dust off her keys;
Calmly I press the start key and wait patiently,
And I wait patiently composed in myself and full of hope.
I am humming when at last I am connected,
The internet is before me and I am on my way;
And then it happens, "internet connection lost,"
Oh gosh and darn it I start the whole process once again.
And again and again I try but not quite so calmly,
Okay finally here we go I am on my way to creating;
On my way to poetry soup and to writing a poem,
And then it happens, "poetry soup is not responding."
I am ready to throw the computer out the window,
I scream at my laptop, "your usefulness is used up;"
Off I go to have a tea and to smooth my feathers,
Kitty has been watching me and decides to give it a whirl.
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March 22, 2015
Poetry/Light Poetry/Patience
Copyright Protected, ID 03-656-205-22
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance LaFrance
Written for the Standard contest, Computer Poem Contest
sponsor, Carol Eastman, Judged 2015
First Place
Featured poem week of 05/05/2019.
Complicated picket fences
Painted mean
With emotions
I mean EMOJI??
WHAT????????
Caterpillars sliding on the concrete stairs of my soul
As my heart is feathering down
lives duck pond
I fine myself disposing
In a depressions tied up in plastic trash bags
Is a tear and torn
Is bare a bear
AND why would you care
for if it wasn't for God
the only thing will share
is THE
AIR
I SUPPOSE?
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
August 09 2017