Mellifluous Meandering Madrigal
Like lifting up the spirit,
To His Majesty, I’ll pray,
Entertaining heaven,
For she’s lavishly arrayed;
May our time,
Chime at hand;
Building within me:
She’s a tenor, noted,
Splendidly sustained;
So, let it be –
I miss you with a longing never seen before
There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be with you
If I was able to hold you once again
I’d kiss you with a passion that’s deep and true
I’d hold you as close as I possibly could
And your soft lips I would gently kiss
Your beautiful eyes would consume me
I’d lose myself in your loves enchanting bliss
Your love is different than any I’ve seen before
I can feel it burning deep down In my soul
For me your love is truly a blessing
With it my heart is able to feel whole
I cannot live without you in my life
I would be empty and lost without you
I’ve never experienced such a love
Yours is fulfilling, passionate, true
There has never been a day that passes
That I’m not astonished by by your love
To me your love is a majestic gift to me
From our creator and God above
It’s truly a gift that I will cherish
And I will enjoy it until my dying day
I devote my heart and life to you
From your love’s blessings I’ll never stray
from heights
majestic beauty
rushing to a roar
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
She is as majestic as the coolness of nature
Beneath which I rest on an oak tree
In a forest surrounded by various types of mushrooms
Above it are birds and squirrels
Your smile beckons my heart
To come
As soothing rays of the sun
Nurturing famished hearts with warmth
As keys to the essence of your soul
Unlocking golden secrets yet untold
As stirrings of a gentle but persistent wind
Generously caressing both lovers and friends
As welcoming as a long-lived tree
A familiar yet majestic thing of beauty
Your smile beckons my heart
To come
underneath
the rare
glimmer
of a
pink moon
a quietening
zephyr
caresses
silken skin
calming
the chaos
in my heart
the noise
of
modern
life feels
increasingly
distant
while
freshly
budding
leaves
sway
to the rhythm
of
nature’s
pirouette
a
lone
fawn
approaches
a
babbling
brook
whilst
I
lay
amongst
emerald-green moss
watching
the Milky Way
glide by
t i m e
seems
to slow
to
the flap
of a
woodcock's
wings
paradise
found
in my remote
verdant cul-de-sac
majestic bird in
winter on the powerline
warming up your thin
steady thin liked feet
being warmth from feet to toes
lite on powerline
current flows through toes
to head electrical warmth
from head to crest warm
2/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2024
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5
Total # Syllables: 51
Total # Lines: 11 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 37
Shorts up his ****,
Not moving very fast,
Shorts are too mini,
You see too much skinny,
Hand down his pants,
As if there were ants,
The “fit” of his shorts,
Made our lunch aborts,
Fiddling fiddling all the time,
In his teeny tiny shorts the colour lime,
Slick and wet they are so tight,
Will he get out of them…
He might (not).
dressed in sun-drenched glow
the mountain was breathtaking -
idyllic landscape
the pristine white snow
spectacular scenery -
closer to heaven
My majestic silhouette is indicornis,
often missed by those who don’t believe;
The idea that I exist they tend to dismiss,
I have just a few tricks up my sleeve;
Longing to be a feline ink trotter
and become less inter-dimensional;
This goal has captivated a plotter,
admittedly ingenious is phenomenal;
I never claimed to be too innocent,
neither does a single mischievous cat;
Lured into such a treacherous scent,
how could I possibly resist that?
So very illusive even in plain view,
shadows in the Sun allow them to hide;
It could be fun to try something new,
I want you to see me feel my stride;
It’s just no fun to remain invisible,
without an audience why shine?
Stripes can be less than agreeable,
still that’s the style I want to be mine;
El Tigre en waters full of chara,
instead of a unicorn in a glittery lake;
Perhaps if I grovel before Ishvara,
I’ll be granted claws for my horn to take.
Getting to the edge
untimely bring no victory.
But!
In the end,
the edge is where one want to be.
Not to go over,
just close enough,
to peek and see.
One’s next keys to their destiny,
into new seasons of mystery,
at a pace never fast nor slow.
Just align with nature majestic flow.
Do not want to be late or too soon.
It does not matter when reached,
midnight, morning, or noon.
Those all worthy will not descend.
Will cross over on a walking ledge.
onto where a new birth begins
in a dimension savory from sin
welcoming to all those,
whom reached the edge!
Your beauty is majestic, love, it grows
In silent ways like trees upon a hill,
Whose branches reach for stars, whose roots repose
In depths unseen, but strong and never still.
Your love is like the ancient, sweeping seas,
The ocean’s pulse beneath a moonlit tide—
In waves and whispers, born from mysteries,
Boundless in reach, unable to divide.
Through leaves and bushes, tender roots entwine,
Drawing the earth’s embrace, a woven net,
The quiet witness of your hand in mine,
Where sun and shadow’s gentle lines are met.
I find you in each curve of wooded slope,
Each verdant trail where forest breathes its song,
In nature’s heartbeat, patient and in hope,
As boughs and branches stretch so broad and long.
The waves, the sea—such vastness I adore,
Each surge a promise of your endless grace,
The way you rise, retreat, then rise once more,
To meet my gaze in every boundless place.
Your beauty, love, is woven from the earth,
In every leaf and branch, each root and wave;
It sings of ancient stars and hidden mirth,
Majestic, deep, as wide as hearts are brave.
Majesty Of Mountain
The mountains that never sleeps
In the midst of the dreams
I dreamt of it majestic will
Right on the mountaintop
Riding through the pains of life
Unbothered yet in flames of fire
My soul is burdened by deep desire
While the yellow flowers of the field
Express their beauty carefeee
And mountains protective spring
I heard a sound of the immovable mover
Who says one who loves all loves all
And one who walks the way will never be broken
Time Passes Yet Eternal Is Always
Majestic mountains that held their view
Guided me home and made in safety and truth
An owl sings a lullaby
while the moon draws a silver crib
for a newborn superstar.
In the middle of one of
the Earth's lungs,
in the heights of Serra do Mar,
Iguazu's performance starts.
It grows up faster as it slithers
across a paradise,
listening to the oldest nature's songs,
under the brightest skies.
As its best fan,
beauty follows
its adventures to the South
without any plan,
eternal journey of joy,
among infinite cuddles,
the best dream to enjoy.
Heaven's door opens
when Iguazu river falls,
sublime scenery to admire
hugged by God's calls.
Majestic Iguazu falls,
a natural wonder,
a masterpiece painted
by the best artist ever.
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