25.
Shallow Ocean
Swerving black plane drives helpless onto water, unseen
Now the greedy hole comes to the liquid it, sippin'
From shallow ocean away vessel
To dark, tongued, toothed pit, don't bid farewell
Human mouth ousts it unscathed back to soup basin.
-01/13/2007
(Dumarao)
*Topsy-Turvy Limerick Ironic
Only wise when awake
Outgoing like the wind
Opposed to nothing small
Ousts mice very quickly
Ornery predators
Outstanding birds indeed
Onlookers are enthralled
Foremost apex bird leading the flock flight
United to run the race and fight the fight
Apache, Comanche, Samurai, knight
Choosing to keep victory in mind and sight
Tearing through the darkness till we behold light
March by day, sojourn by night
And because we solely rest upon God’s might
Only being head and not tail feels right
Bracing the weather, weathering the storm
We give and take as we take form
Change is our preserve as we preserve righteous norm
Moment’s heat in a cold world somehow feels warm
As happenings and deeds feed how our deeds perform
In life’s seesaw arena we sow to see what will blossom
From middles and ends, we claim the whole portion by portion
We mark and eke out our ideals and a nation
Advancing, withstanding and wearing off resistance
With passion, conviction and insistence
Feeding on virtue and denying sin any dalliance
Overcoming evil with good and rebellion with reverence
Fruitfulness ousts empty occupation and nonchalance
And so we emerge from the dull trenches with a radiance
With a baffling lustre, poise and stance
Affording a gaze where we couldn’t beg a glance
K. Muitherero
I'm drawing plans for a fictional realm,
Insightful brinks and a sacrifice-themed helm.
Smoothness clings to a grip, then rots away,
Her ruby eyes are shadowed by a torn sky.
Cold, harsh hands of time cement reality,
Consider a wild parallel to true vitality.
I spot your inner vibe and your groove,
Wait for them until we are told to move.
Ardor pulls me and ousts me at the sight,
aired hands-held dirty web shreds on site.
Are you going to cry away your worry?
Repair the shattered pieces of my fury.
Bind our beating souls jointly raising affection,
Yield the cosmos a color-flowing connection.
Bind me to draw with you as we recite our tale,
Configure the skeleton with a quatrain trail.
Throw pain and swab it away from raw flesh,
From our throat, write thoughts left fresh.
A writer with omniscience named fate rosery,
Ink filled our souls till we were bleeding poetry.
Draft a proud ending and infuse it into capacity,
Sitting on the side of the soul rapt in creativity.
Written: October 06, 2022
After Judicious consideration
the Court ousts chihuahuas without hesitation
With Texas Versus Rover
their dreaming days are over
We'll soon live in a pure Aryan canine nation
Reborn here now without baggage
No haunting beast or evil wraith
I come, sans illicit luggage
with a heightened belief in faith
I'll not give in to temptation
Reborn here now without baggage
I am worthy of salvation
Cleansed, in a new improved package
Rebellion ousts right of passage
I have learned my lesson quite well
Reborn here now without baggage
where in the past, from grace I fell
Life offers a new beginning
I've recovered from the damage
No more anguish over sinning
Reborn here now without baggage
October 2, 2021
Dawn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Came Her By That Tree
I began the scene
as an in-between,
my ally bore mien,
the end is foreseen,
red delicious sheen
with one bite ousts queen.
2021 March 26
In tears that feign to be a slave with deeds
That mourn my life and ousts the face of peace
These sad bells ring with cries for now I grieve
And bow my head because I cannot cease
I choose the weight of ton and gloom of ache
To lay in watch to mark the clock rush slow
The pang of rail, the strike of steel to take
With one foot in the pit of grave songs woe
The sun has but to trade the dark to light
But lost and fixed its loft clings far too high
As cold and cloud have barred such smiles from sight
To breach this heart so meek with sad lost cries
Bound and caged it has penned my last good bye
To spare this heart in dread to spurn or die
December 28, 2020
Addiction Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rob Levasseur
N/A 1-18-1021
The song that feigns to be a slave in deed
To mourn the life that ousts the face of peace
That sad bells peal with tears of those who grieve
And bow their heads to those who fear to cease
To choose the weight of ton and gloom of ache
To lay in watch to mark the clock rush slow
The pang of rail, the strike of steel to take
With one foot in the pit of grave song's woe
The sun has but to trade the dark to light
But lost and fixed its loft clings far too high
As cold and cloud has barred its melt from sight
To hold this heart with bleak sad chill to cry
Bound and caged it pens its last sad good bye
To spare this soul of dread to spurn or die!
September 29, 2019
Surviving
Paycheck
to
Paycheck
Paycheckless
Overdrawn
Again
There goes five twenties
I was saving for education
Spent
Instead
On a pair of underwear
My self esteem
Ousts my stability
B better bursting of ballistic bombs
O often opened shooting annular offenses
O overly ousts on
M mountains of memories motionless mystery
8/7/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Like a persistent pest
it is an uninvited guest
it ousts me from cozy nest
only to snap my sweet rest
My Monday morning alarm
takes a slap on him with no harm
the day stares at my tantrum
after the alarm states its dictum
I pull myself out in gall
worst day with his wet pal
brings cold and chill rainfall
ever the two time it ill in call.
This double whammy that stirs
Rain and Monday take my slurs.
22-Feb-2018
Rainy Days And Mondays - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
J-ust after the rain has gone,
E-vening shadows fade away;
S-un slowly starts rising,
T-hird month fifth day.
O-ne early morn has broken,
N-ew dawn ousts the twilight;
I-nclement weather drifts into the deep dark of night.
D-ue to clear wide sky
E-very place is in good view;
L-et the bright crimson lights
O-ver the clouds
S-hine on you.
S-ee the things invisible,
A-im at what lies ahead;
N-o more cry and pain,
T-ears are wiped away instead.
O-nly the chosen ones shall inherit the promised land;
S-alvation is reserved for those who obey God's command.
According will of wondrous will
The realm of passion ousts my real,
Like bark that's broken with the wave,
That one who found on sand its grave.
Let tide caresses lonely frame,
The cripple won't accept deceit,
It knows, it's weak, it knows, it's lame
Pretending that it sleeps, it's split;
Nobody will entrust to hull
himself or cargo anymore,
It's free, it's useless and it's dull,
It's dead, it's resting on the shore.
P.S. This is my translation of poem of Mikhail Lermontov.
That day has arrived
The one I thought will never come
Oh! Not for him at list
For he’s the greater one of all,
Oh! The black dark cloud fell
I used to sit outside the house,
The one I used to call a home,
With the man who made it whole
And talk about the tricks of life,
“My child” he often said
“Life is not a rocking chair,
If you want to make it big in life
Climb the rocks it throws at you
That way you’ll bit the ousts”
Yes I miss the good old days,
But today that same old chair
Gives me nothing but lonely dreams,
The big day arrived
For me to call it quits
And start to form a list,
Of thing I’ll do onwards,
From sowing scats to learning quads
That way holly troops will fall
And I’ll be pointed to a direction.
That crazy day perched
When every one’s head is pink
And every one is soon to Greek
Unless you give your self a check
And try to find a decent job.
That final date landed
For those who plaid the game of life
For life is now, tomorrow gone
And then you’ll have to leave behind
The ones you love and work undone
But then you know you plaid your part.
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