#cherryblossoms
no more cherry blooms
but now hens and chicks tell me
time never slows down
#lotus #tanka
from mud the lotus
rises to meet air and sun
its blossom follows
the path the lotus has honed
in wisdom showing the way
#ginseng
another year older
memories molder~
buying ginseng tea
#pagoda #cinquain
ancient
the pagoda
keeps its place within time
and cherry blossoms unchanging
it sits
#bonsai
how many generations
have cared for you
now shall I
#geisha
moon light shadows
and the rustle of silk
geisha
# samurai
daughter of the samurai*
your story still carries to us
in the song of the wind
*The daughter of the samurai Jo no Sukemori, Hangaku Gozen raised an army in 1201 to help overthrow the Kamakura Shogunate, but was defeated and sent to Kamakura for execution. The Minamoto warrior Asari Yoo saved her life and married her.
There was an ugly duckling,
Isolated herself in a stream,
Unable to show to the world,
As hidden as a treasure in the wood.
Everybody laughed at her,
Pitied, Insulted, and judged,
All she had to do was cried,
But forgave them, she really tried.
That time she made a dream,
“Someday, I will be like a queen,
To be known and be respected,
To be treated fairly and to be accepted.
Many years had passed,
That once a shy ugly duckling,
Spread her pretty wings,
Become a proud swan celebrating.
Transformed to be what she wished for,
Praised and considered youth’s molder,
A professional and a dedicated teacher,
Nothing is impossible, believe in God and say a prayer
May 2, 2023
UP TO 20 LINES' POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Honorable Mention
I have often wondered where the soul resides beyond
The wavering seas of this life’s unending circumstance,
Where it comes to rest when this infirmed body lies
In everlasting sleep shrouded satins and lace embraced,
To my surprise, most think the soul rests in holy arms
Spread wide to receive myriad spirits of all humankind.
But could it molder like the worthless shell so encasing
For evidence tends to dust we shall return, vanishing
From the hopes of immortality, no more seen to gather
To ourselves faith, love, hope—the graces souls prize,
Nor seen near or far, no evidence of it appearing here
In this realm where much about death is left to ponder.
written June 22, 2021
I do not wish to speak out as a knave,
But the future I view is meant for a slave.
For most it will be bleak though some be brave
As government controls from cradle to grave.
The essential few will form the elite
While the rest will grovel around their feet,
Seeking a social score to stay secure.
Family freedom fiercely to treasure.
A world filled with cold cameras galore
Facial recognition, cookies and more
A grim reality none may ignore
Where daily living is to be a chore.
As rotting wheat buried by its own chaff
Freedom will molder without epitaph.
I am
King Sisyphus.
Known as noble and great
Why such jealousy among gods?
They wanted my great doom.
Hence the trial
Boulder!
I am
King Sisyphus.
I carried the boulder.
I proved I am greater than them.
They were so astonished.
I felt better.
Bolder!
I am
King Sisyphus.
I say, win over death.
Keep your mind, spirits united.
Overcome all hurdles.
Give brethren your
Shoulder!
I am
King Sisyphus.
Give confidence to all.
The universe calls you ever.
Fight! Erase all evils.
May God be your
Molder!
26 May 2021
Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
This is my testimony
You tell me I am yours
Who I am?
You know a numbers of hairs on my head
I am yours my name yet I profess not you
Who I am?
I am yours you created me yet I choose not to acknowledge you
I am your breath to breath as I am informative life You are my breath
In my fondness in within my regrets I regret that
I have flourished you are my Gardener my molder creator and I am sorry
Who am I?
The sinner saved by grace by Jesus
Sincere, solemn, serene
Stitches web silky shine
Stumbling blocks several
Struggles endured awful
Strong, splendid empire spun
Seats itself sole sovereign
Self-molder of own soul…?
04/21/2021
Pleiades S Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
EQUINOX
Lost
in the
soft mist of
a Setember
dawn
Rain
dropped leaves
spotted gold
molder in the
dew
Lost
in the
soft mist of
a Setember
dawn
Rain
dropped leaves
spotted gold
molder in the
dew
A
final
hurrah in
our rosebed as
the
last
Autumn
colours are
lost in winter
snow
So
slowly
little flakes
become larger
flakes-
all
around
the silence
of an empty
house.
FATHER CREATOR OF ALL AND MANKIND
Beautiful, Father
Heavenly, Father
All faith in Him, All faith in Him
All faith is His
And His way is the way, today
Predominance
Ahh!!!! Oh! Holy presents
Giving divine
Creator of all and mankind
Your blessed assurance
Yet gives me courage
Wonderful, master Savoir Jesus Lord God
I want to be your............Father
Beautiful, Father
Heavenly, Father
All faith in Him, All faith in Him
All faith is His
And His way is the way, today
Predominance
Ahh!!!! Oh! Holy presents
Giving divine
Creator of all and mankind
Your blessed assurance
Yet gives me courage
Wonderful, master Savoir Jesus Lord God
I want to be your............Father
Beautiful Father, Heavenly Father, Father creator of all and mankind
Molder and shaper, creator of all man
Beautiful Father, Heavenly Father, Father creator of all and mankind
Beautiful Father, Heavenly Father, Father creator of all and mankind
5/14/13
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2013, 2018©
from anthology “ AMBASSADORS WORSHIP CENTER “
I like my weather colder;
hot weather really sucks.
All things tend to molder,
when weather is in flux.
Hot weather makes me nauseous
and I get dizzy, too.
If I don’t have AC,
I don’t know what to do.
You can always put clothes on,
when temperature drops,
but when you take them off,
there exist certain stops.
Let me molder on the surface of the Earth. Leave me on dirt with dross and peace. Let the four seasons sweep over my husk. In blood crush dust and petrified grease…. A feast for my insect and animal pals. This circle is my best and oldest friend. I was given to this promiscuous box and now— I return it back to its righteous end. So grow! — Oh, wild oaken ladle! Someday you may scoop the sludge from my deciduous knee caps. If I have to, I will change my approach to suit the drought. My sun worn bones will sprout curlycup gumweed. While the wind will carve all of the chondrocytes out. I will take pride in my rotting. Leave it for me— Leave it.
For Timothy Lee
Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
Let me nestle close upon your shoulder.
Being next to you is my perfect place.
Sweetness, as our fingers now interlace
I feel your kisses grow fiercely bolder.
Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
My Valentine, my eyes touch your sweet face.
I submit my heart to you as holder.
Being next to you is my perfect place.
Your true love is mine by Heaven’s good grace.
Our gold love glows more as we grow older.
Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
You are my every day, my secure base,
And I, your soft committed beholder.
Being next to you is my perfect place.
Valentine, I cherish our loving pace.
~ My heart is your clay and you, its molder.
~ Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
~ Being next to you is my perfect place.
Blackened Crow circle
frightened hardly
-plucking nightly
the fruits of her harvest
pitchforked hollow eyes watch
behind the disguise
of a red worn bandana
impaled
and left to molder
Now I am alone no more
I am always with my muse.
I used to not hear her before,
Now we dance listening to blues.
We argument and yet we talk
What she does? Inspires me a lot
We wake up, we go for a walk.
Needle. Creativity shot
It works. That takes my pain away.
Sit down and write down what I have
Just heard from her. And I array
My soul. She's now my better half.
She is right there at my shoulder,
Bottom line verses whispering.
I see you, I'll use a molder
To edge off grumpy crispering.
I'll recreate you in my mind.
My muse will help me all she can.
Incredible! One of a kind!
She offers me bitter life scan.
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