Contest: The Logic of Longing
Sponsor: Ink Empress
Granted. I may be getting old and grey;
And I know that things are different today;
And the culture is flowing another way;
And some things are in disarray.
But there is something that I must say.
Some fundamentals must be allowed to stay.
It does not pay To be LOVE-DRUNK ON DESIRE.
The cost could be very pricy and dire.
Why should one get stuck in the mire?
Or get one's self entangled in wires?
Anything that has the word love attached
Should by all means have a sobering dispatch.
Jesus and John came face to face
Both were filled with God's grace
Jesus came to save the human race
Inquisition was made of Jesus' dwelling place
He answered them with, "Come and see"
Even though salvation was free,
Following Jesus proved to be pricy
Jesus had no housing for shelter
No chair for sitting comfortably
Nor for his body a sleeping bed
Foxes had holes, and birds had nests
But Jesus had no where to lay his head
And like then, Jesus invites us presently,
"Come and see"
Jesus said, "It is more blessed to give than to receive".
Notwithstanding, a life of giving one's self sacrificially is pricy.
Indeed, a 'self-giving life' is rewarding but also costly.
The air in that sphere of life is like mountain air.
The higher one goes the thinner the air becomes.
People in such a high zone are rare breeds.
But thinner air does not mean a bitter life.
A giving life is by far the sweetest life.
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Miss Maribel Seward had an odorous pet skunk
She developed an allergy to the way it stunk
The antidote was pricy
It was pepper and spicy
But Miss Maribel could not smell it when she was drunk.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written October 31, 2022
Submitted to “A Funny Limerick - Make Me Laugh" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
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If you spray paint a glass ashtray,
and smash half with a crowbar.
Some tool may pay cash for that,
at your local bazaar.
Only silly witticism,
don't take it to heart.
Though the violins begin,
what does define art?
One little metaphor,
which image will it bring?
When the wood warbler sings,
it's like crickets chirping.
This and many others,
yes, many other things.
One single metaphor,
what image does it bring?
She's a pricy slice of panel,
that lovely smiling Mona.
Into a blasting metallic sand,
enters The Queen singing poses.
With the hands of a master.
chiseled visions grow from stone.
Fast flowing molten bronze.
get cast in wax molds.
A Slipshody Facady,
is quickly exposed.
It's moulin rouge bawdy,
blue ribbon wins the show.
Is it spicy, bold or saucy?
And tickles your nose.
Or icy cold and frothy,
like liquid amber gold?
Yet what defines art,
if I may be so bold?
Well, Does it inspire,
your heart, mind, or soul?
Quite ambidextrous is this pricy sign,
Depending on which number it’s aligned.
Symbol of comfort or manifest of need?!
Held by helping hand or arms of evil greed?!
Can accumulate immeasurable wealth,
Can’t buy fair freedom, peace of mind and hale health.
June 12, 2021
She will often disguise herself in various ways
She might even put on a mask or color her hair
I tell you, he might even rage and pick a fight
He's subtle and clever but can never be satisfied
She might go on a very pricy shopping spree
He might go hunting or disappear in his cave
It's just very hard for him or her to be at ease.
Like the biblical character who built a bigger barn,
Not because he needed it, but because he could
Wine, women, song, or more stuff are simply never enough
You see, our divine heritage was to be named Contentment,
But we would have none of it because we allowed
Our once gentle life of tranquility to slowly slip away
from us, and we changed our names to Discontent. And
since then, we have been unhappy and restless. Such
Is the sad saga of many a pilgrim like you and me who
Lose our sense of our God-given identity with a name
Called Contentment and take on the name of Discontent.
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Jolene was bored out of her mind.
Would she soon in self-pity drown?
“No more!” she cried. “I’ll head for town
and buy a purple sequined gown,
the most expensive I can find!”
Dads’ money, spent in huge amounts,
buys children many a pricy toy.
For Jolene, husband, girl, and boy
much later brought abiding joy—
for in the end, LOVE is what counts.
The “No more . . . “ line is from “Another Friday Night,” posted August 25, 2016.
September 29, 2019, entered in Richard Lamoureux's Pick a Line, Any Line
Contest
I have heard it said that home is where your story begins
Can it not also be that home is where your story ends?I
I tend to buck the trends and ride contrary winds that have taken me to places unplanned and unforeseen
My place of birth was a hard and poverty laden place
My place of education and wedding bells was a most
challenging place. The place of our first child's birth
was a quiet and pleasing place. The place of our second
child's beginnings was a hard and stressful place
The place of our third child's birth was a pricy but lovely
and beautiful place. Our present place of 33 years is a
gracefully welcoming and homely place. So I'm feeling
At home now in a place I have come to love,
Even more so than the place of my beginning.
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Life is like a nut,
Differs in shape, size, color or crust,
Life is like a nut.
For some, it’s like a coconut,
Beyond the reach, safe from gust
Very important, much privileged!
Whether unripen or matured.
For some it’s like a peanut,
Malleable, fit in budget
Widely spread, versatile no doubt
However, down and out.
For some it’s like a walnut,
You can see the eminence clear cut
Set comfortably in its dwell,
In a hard stilted shell.
For some it’s like a pine nut,
Gazes weird I tell you what
Shielded with strong beautiful woody cone,
Prevents you! to invade its zone.
For some it’s like a cashew nut,
Self-interested, pricy somewhat
Tightly attached with red pulpy drupe,
Be cautious! While shelling the fruit
For some it’s like a chestnut,
Down-to-earth, graceful but,
Surrounded with sharp spines called “Bur”
All adversities ought to conquer.
Life is like a nut,
Differs in shape, size, color or crust,
Life is like a nut.
Contention has sold me a used psyche swallowing my pride pricy;
Problem with this is disputation disharmony discords hot and spicy;
5/3/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Contention has sold me a used psyche swallowing my pride pricy;
Problem with this is disputation disharmony discords hot and spicy;
5/1/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2010©
Oh!!How great is Jesus’s love for a sinner
You graced me with your love and mercy
The gesture that I love to treasure
Obtained with the blood that’s costly
He was Shamed and disgraced for our iniquities
Insulted, stripped, and crowned with pinches
All that for you to escape your verdict
Repent for you were purchased pricy
Brethren’s how big the price of salvation
Deliverance from my sins and sorrows
How fragrant how marvellous the glory
How excellent how vast the victory
I rejoice to serve my Jesus
I am humbled by salvation offered
Before I meet him my life was hollow
I encountered Jesus whose life is holy
I’m transformed with strength from above
Given wing to fly like an Eagle
And today I chant with glory
Hallelujah your name is supreme
7/8/17
Many things did and didn't surprise me
Among objects of a colossus size or tiny
Some of which dark and others shiny
Whether it occurred around afternoon or nightly
Done foolishly and wisely
Areas hot or icy
Items marked as cheap or pricy
Food that is mild or spicy
People nearly dead or lively
Opportunities that have no risk or are dicey
Near forest with or without ivy
Some didn't care and others did when it came to being all high and mighty
Nearly full or empty
So god damn wealthy or down to the last penny
Sickly or healthy
Whether older or younger than twenty
With a hand that is shaky or steady
Not at all prepared or ready
With or without a machete
Whether or not it had to do with something light or heavy
It was carried out incorrectly or effectively
Areas considered clean or messy
On either side of the eddy
Close and beyond what is deemed safe or deadly
NEW NEST
Before sun awakes,
she decorates sky as first guest,
unlike huge house of bricks,
she encamps in niggling nest.
Before lily pop mouth out of petals,
like queen she twerks in all weathers,
unlike pricy vehicles,
she wallows in faithful feathers.
Before our breakfast flog from kitchen to table,
she chunk up snaps of food over miles,
unlike we hang heavy bags to children as morning gift,
she brings to kids a wisp of smiles.
Before bells of temples ring,
she tweet and sing on domes,
unlike drafting shorelines to religion and race,
cities to cities a bird roams.
After the world sleeps,
thanks to thee she chants in lay,
unlike going to bed with flaws of today and plans of tomorrow,
she prays another adventurous day.
when storm of wind whisks her nest away,
home she tailored by bits without rest,
unlike giving up,
she gets in making new nest.
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