what am i supposed to do in this moment?
my heart almost fell out- how can any of it be true?
your touch continues to fuel this unrequited love affair
so don't do this to me if you have no plan on saving us
when you asked me to listen music with you
and proceeded to put your headphones on me-
to conduct your investigation on what i like
only to find we share the same music in our same universe
we were bonded by melodies and 'blinding lights'
and this is another poem from my "unspoken affections".
Violins tuned in distant dark
heartstrings strummed calmly wait for warmer moonlight
~ melodies conjuring the sweetest memories
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
September strums wistful melodies
as trees bid fond farewell to their leaves.
A chill breeze sends them tumbling down
in shades of crimson, gold and brown.
Twirling like dancers to an autumnal tune,
until upon the ground they are strewn.
I remember the summer nights
We were sitting by the sea
Lying on the sand
With the shore's waves covering out feet
While we were looking at the stars
And we were dreaming
Dreaming to free
Young,
And in love
And when we returned at home
Open windows
While the cool summer breeze was blowing in
And in the room flowed the scent of ocean
But we couldn't feel it
We were burning
Under the white sheets...
BEAT MELODIES
boom boom boom a beating of the drum
include a variety of drums, boom boom boom
rattles as the snake dance
Liken baby rattles play,
ring them bells, idiophones.
these be beat melodies Notable
them de play Djembe, Dundun, Gangan, and them de play Sakara, Bata, Udu Shekere, Agogo, and Gbedu These instruments are often used
boom boom boom a beating of the drum
these be beat melodies
include a variety of drums, boom boom boomin traditional ceremonies, folk music, and more contemporary these be beat melodies
boom boom boom a beating for di drum
dis be beat melodies
8/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
W-onderful
H-armonies,
Y-our
N-ame
E-mbraces,
F-ind
A-ll
L-etters
A-bout
M-y
I-mportant
N-ote
I-n
A-nnual
N-atal
O-ccasion
©bfa042525
Monocrostic (Birthday of Whyne A. Falaminiano)
Sit with me
If you dare to partake
Delicacies suited for a king
Uncomposed melodies
that compel the heart to sing
Rays of the sun
wrestled from the sky
Secrets of wise men
upon whom I dared to spy
The moist anticipation
purchased from dreamers
with bated breath
Renewed energy reclaimed
after a moment of rest
The sweetness of honey
gifted by the bees
The gentle power of the forest
as trees chasing a summer breeze
If you dare to partake
Then sit with me
Holding onto a moment,
One that brings back good memories,
One that changes the stories,
A moment that enlivens the heart.
Changing old ways,
Opening the window to the light,
Letting it shine on the pieces from the night,
The day is framed in vibrant colours.
Changing old tunes,
Enraptured by the melodies from within,
Time gives birth to a new being,
Someone refreshed by a tranquil resonance in the soul.
Holding onto a glow,
Keeping treasured moments in a box,
Those diminished by the ageing clocks,
Until there is a journey to the beyond.
February 26, 2025.
My demons terrorize my ghosts.
With cannabis, I treat the aftermath of my chaotic choices.
Irrevocable truths engraved on the indelible scars of my impure soul.
I'm still trapped in the same nightmare since my divine spark drifted closer to the flames of hell.
I sing the symphonies of my miserable life into the microphones of the bearer of light.
I stopped whining before the universal force.
One day, I will bathe in Lucifer’s furnaces to taste the delights of eternal life.
I accumulate transgressions and blasphemies since I discovered the grim nature of humanity.
I celebrate my failures so my victories remain taciturn, like the melodies of silence.
I still cannot chase after the fleeting vanities that humans sanctify.
Still not a hypocrite, so truthful that solitude has become my ally.
Still allergic to injustice and forked tongues.
Still alive to never imprison my dignity in a dungeon of victimhood lamentations.
memories blending with the melodies
melodies i hear that bleed memories
memories that are covered in gray
melodies make me relive the pain
wind up in the circle with nowhere to escape
nostalgia is a sin to commit, melodies are my bane
memories holds a grip on me, don't associate song with your pain
cadence is a song that nature hums
after goodbyes, never meant to happen
live or die, the world moves on
i'm too weary to play this tortured game
In hidden harmonies, our hearts entwine Unknown to each other, yet soulfully aligned We swap symphonies, a secret delight Our love for music, a silent, shared light
Your voiceless messages, a gentle breeze Stirring emotions, like autumn leaves Each song a whisper, a hidden clue A mysterious connection, pure and true
In this melodic dance, we sway
Two strangers linked by an unseen way The rhythm of curiosity, a beating heart Longing to uncover, the unknown art
Will our harmonies merge, in perfect time?
Only fate knows, this secret rhyme.
Next year I’ll learn to play the harmonica.
Hoping to produce such a mellifluous strain,
In my sturdy hands, I’ll practice every day,
It would not be easy, but worth the pain.
A harmonica emits a life by itself,
Of journeys and skies so blue.
Of stories describing great deeds,
That echo all around like birds that flew.
And in the soft breeze, many will dance.
Beneath the stars that twinkle in the glow.
A special sonata of heartfelt wishes,
Assuming I’ll manage two or three notes in a row.
Placed 1
Rainbow moonstone celestial
adularescence, transforming milky way white,
pale azure luster to an electric sapphire
Luminescence consistent beauty
Never ending, blending its cadence
with the colors of the rainbow
Sprinkling the Universe ~
Stripping its steely metallic moon
Sacred stones spilled upon earth
Timeless and mysterious moonstone
Adorning her ring finger flaunting, adoring
An ascendant jewel coiled demurely
around the nape of her neck,
formerly worn by the moon goddess’s
perfuming melodies and ballads
Now ethereal beauty's, both are fetching
An antique amulet she keeps in her grip
A clustering carcanet seen by a few
A rivière resting atop her breasts
A priceless periapt symphony she gives into~
its melody, surrendering to palliating powers
Queen of her own throne rich in clairvoyance
Graceful, feminine and demure
Let me conjure some mystical moonstone melodies
A symphony of sapphire strains and ruby rhapsodies
A harmony of hessonite hymns and pearlescent praises
A litany of lapis lazuli lullabies and limestone lyrics
Amethyst anthems join in chorus with beryl ballads
Carbuncle canticles rise up along with diamond ditties
An emerald euphony of jasper jingles and obsidian operas
A magical mix of turquoise tunes and aquamarine arias
A playlist of peridot poetry and rainbow-garnet rhymes
A musical medley that mesmerizes with its magnificent sparkle
A gleaming, glittering gem of a song
Moonstone melodies that meet a Maestoso finale
Moonstone on a chain, as I follow my gaze
into your soundless, opaque world,
I stroll about, peering through your milky mist,
striving to comprehend.
Inside your small body, the landscape is timeless and immense,
which makes sense,
given the beguiling round orb that is your namesake.
You were here long before I, or even mankind, existed,
and you will be here long after,
and, as the moon rules over the night, the heart's domain,
you grace the breast of one that organ beats within.
So, eternal one, don't you have some wisdom to impart?
The woman whose exquisite neck you adorn
is also like Luna,
as she waxes and wanes, and disappears,
only to appear again.
Silent gemstone that you are,
I long in vain to hear you speak to me or sing your melody,
so, that I might finally fathom your depths,
as if then I'll understand her,
and know what, perhaps I was never meant to know,
and which I must now, no longer a fervent youth, accept.
She will never be mine,
but I will always love her.
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