pandemonium preceded Paula Paulson’s painstakingly prissily packed
packsack. Pathetic poetic Parnassian provided paramount particulars,
a peep and a peek into Paula Paulson’s persnickety personality.
"Roses rooted in the earth
Bud in rhyme and verses sage
Lilies laugh at joyous birth
Strewn across the patterned page"
Marigolds whisper their charm
By scripting a soft story
Daisies sway with sweetest smarm
Penning down their grand glory
Small red bells nod in assent
To the cadence of their rhyme
China roses' heads are bent
To the rhythm of vowel-chime
Daffodils, they smile in glee
Tingling, they craft a jingle
Tulips totter tenderly
Metered to gaily mingle
Magical magnolias
Murmur their divine ditty
Fun loving forsythias
Share their poems so pretty
All these stunning Spring flowers
Inspire with their dulcet dance
Watch and admire the powers
Of their Parnassian glance
05.19.2021
For M.L. Kiser's "The most beautiful flowers you've seen blossoming this Spring so far" contest
My buttercup bewitched me evermore
Those mesmerising eyes of a gazelle
Celestial cerulean 'amore'
Enamoured I'm by my breathtaking belle
I prize the bonny sunshine of my heart
She's my pulchritudinous 'querido'
Catalyst of my Parnassian art
She's like a splendiferous soignée doe
The moon can't compete with my 'priyatham'
The sun shivers at her angelic touch
Together we're in resplendent rhythm
She is a noticeable nymph nonesuch
My summer's entranced by 'dulcinea'
Forever we're entwined, she's my 'jiya'
05.16.2021
**amore - Latin for sweetheart
Querido - Spanish/Portuguese for darling
Parnassian - poetic
Priyatham - Hindi for heartthrob
Dulcinea - Spanish for sweetheart
Jiya - Hindi for 'life'
***soignée and rhythm - counted as 2 syllables
Dulcinea - counted as 4 syllables
For John Hamilton's "Summer love sonnet" contest
I the lonely poet whose words
spill out onto the page
like blood spatter at a crime scene
will knock at your door
books in my eyes hoping
you'll want to critique them
while others partake of tradition
I will bring cheese
summer sausage, and wine
quote Auden, Ginsberg, and Dove
'til the aurora strums the horizon
this rhythm inspires the wren
that melody signaling the dawn
I'm not in the military
Nor do I fight mystic fairy's
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I a... bard
literary words
Love sonnets, songs served
I want to hear the words... ballad-monger, troubadour
My love for you all the words;
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I a bard
Sometimes I'm a rhymester, rhymer, sonneteer, lyricist
Versifier verse-maker, heart fixer or just a poet
let me romantically write for thee
bards a poet, reciting epic love and warring conviction be
Associated with a particular oral tradition
Could I envision
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I ...a bard
Lyrist elegist, I love those love songs dear
Just a swan
Rhymist maker metrics within a song
I find it hard
Being called idyllist Parnassian poeticule
When in myself I'm found if odd, Alleluia
I am a bard?
I have a heart.
I love to impart...
I humbly ask myself am I ...a bard
6/26/19
Inspired by comments and words from Pandita Sanchez
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Beauty walked by your side
With a rose in her left hand,
The wind chased her steps
Kissing softly her proud face,
The moon dove on the horizon with silent joy…
Fleeting tears drip on the sea,
As dawn blushes fair and shy,
Waves taking them to the shore
then the foam soaks the land,
the sun warms the sand where an old sailor lays…
In the woods we hear a cuckoo,
Hidden in the midst of pine trees,
On a hollow, sleeps an old owl
Dreaming with a Parnassian dale,
A butterfly leaves her cocoon for the first and last time…
Beauty I see, Beauty blinds me,
Clad on black and clad on white.
Again the spring will bloom anew,
As long the stars insist to shine
Beauty will never leave you while wandering with me.
"The Parnassian Hand" - A Poem by David Hart
Five fingers hover over black print
Apposed on a white sheet.
Tan flesh, short cropped nails and
Overlapping cuticles--an old hand--
A buxom hand--a hand delighted to treat.
Words, numerously luxuriate on holey
Crimpled sheets.
Words astonishing and boon
Words effulgent and true
To arrange? No. Avast!
Now pondering in this hushed room
Gazing athwart still and attent.
Ahoy to the words!
An august phrase for rent.
Words awhirl or bedizended
Words behooved and apt
Words echt and moiling
Aye, perhaps diamonds of fact.
Five fingers hover over print in black
Print regaled and caressed by an
Amorous attack
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