Quaintly Poems

The Cottage

Message me sometime some night 
Tell me all will be alright 
That waiting will not be for naught 
That someday we will tie the knot
See that cottage over there?
It's ours the day that we're a pair
Quaintly boho, modern style
Anything to make you smile

Core

Reinforce me, please.
I ask nice within the tension
Of every denizen,
As love languors so faintly,
And as I ask quite quaintly,
Please, please, oh, please reinforce me.

The things I say,
The things I do,
The things I think,
The things I chew.

All of it, reinforce. 
Reinforce the reinforcement.
Shower the praise
Until I'm soaked,
Then over-soak me.

I need to store it 
Like nuts for the winter,
This approval glow.
For there are times 
When this brook is barren.
And I forget I shouldn't have a carren
Of what other's think.

And, wet with wonder,
I remember we're all submarines
We either stink together or sink together.

What blasphemy,
The core of humanity.

A Senior Moment Tb

A Senior moment 
         
              By arched trellis 
              Quaintly kissing 
              Neath mistletoe

Quetzal

Quest is the Creator’s nod
Qualified distinct bird*
Quickly representing
Quite well Guatemala**
Quaintly resplendent midst
Quirks that quell forest noise
Quieting nature trip

*Genesis 1:20 And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.

**Quetzal is Guatemala's national bird

September 23, 2023
4th place, "Pleiades 6" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 9/27/2023

Mid Week Memory England

ENGLAND. Year Posted 2007
Rainsoaked fields,pastel green,
perennial impressions of country scenes.
Shire counties cramped and compact,
neither temperate,changeable and inexact.
Seasons merging into one,
winters' mild,summers of sometime sun.
Ancient,historic and quaintly modern,
pub-grub,village greens and cricket squares sodden.
Precedent law,judged by our peers,
diverse opinions expressed sans fear.

PS

A language now a  global gift
its English please never use 'Brit'

Common Thread

A tribute to young daffodils 
   may grace the poet's page:
new grass, full streams, or nesting larks,
   as Spring takes center stage.

To write of faith feels natural
   when pondering creation -
to render praise in poetry
   with words of exaltation.

When wisdom is attained in life 
   not cheap or lightly earned,
and life throws shadows on our path,
   we share what we have learned.

A little romance warms the heart
   to reminisce of youth,
though tales we weave of loves long past
   might quaintly stretch the truth.

A word or two of elegy
   while contemplating death,
lamenting those we've dearly loved
   who've drawn their final breath.

From time to time one must admit
   it does the heart some good
to set one's sense of humor free
   to lighten up the mood.

Yet other times a sharp protest
   upholds the poet's creed
to fight injustice, hatred, war,
   or poverty or greed.

The common thread that drives a soul
   to take up pen and ink -
is being human to the core:
   to love, to feel, to think.

written 29 April 2023

Rooms Apart; and Tastes, Aesthetic

Mine, full of old clutter.
But cultured!
Mahogany chaired.
Mantel-clocked.
Beneath whose framing's gold
As quaintly curved Age-locked
Grand pictured.

Laughingly echoed through
By contrast
Placing a price on
As worthy
Is this: of an open plan's
Nouveau riche buying spree.
Does not last.

My Engand Apr 23

APRIL 23 NATIONAL DAY of ENGLAND

ENGLAND my England
In England on April twenty-third
hurrahs in celebration are to be heard
the cross of St George is unfurled to fly
& the shouts of true patriots loudly cry



My England
Rainsoaked fields,pastel green,
perennial impressions
of country scenes.
Shire counties cramped
and compact,neither temperate,
changeable and in exact.
Seasons merging into one,
winters' mild,summers
of sometime sun.
Ancient,historic and
quaintly modern,
pub-grub,village greens
and cricket squares sodden.

MY ENGLAND who gifted a WORLD a languge

Festival Zeal

What if the whole street blithely celebrates
What if the neighbours quaintly decorate
What if the well wishers advocate 
" Oh ho! Life has to move on, Forget!"

It's we, agonizing over the happy days gone
Pondering on the deeds you gleefully did in
the festive seasons, the dress you donned
Our bountiful Pongal pot you spotlessly adorned

Don't you fathom it's immensely tough for us
To celebrate any festival with same zest?
On our exaltation graph, after your demise, no crests
Bracing smiling mask, they see tearful face lest

So, Appa, what if the whole street celebrates!
Can't you see our minds still exacerbate!

Exile On a Whim

Doors slam, windows crack, letter flap inhales a fatal
wind.
Breastplate rusty dragon bearing scars.
House keys, credit cards, raybans close to hand.
Faux fur on the rack for noble bounty,
footnotes to a chapter without end.
Wistfully I crane my neck in peril,
finger marks on carbon black hand rail,
sprightly dash o’er slippy granite steps.
Odour eaters clog my leather shoes beyond endurance.
Butterflies somersault in tummy.
Elm tree barnet‘s awkward wooden stump.
Wheelie bin begging for collection at short notice.
Bin tag compass grazed.
Crack of dawn ghost ship’s uncanny horn blast.
Metaphor or tip off for deaf ears.
Egg shell clouds that dance on distant peaks
quaintly beckon.
Despite my better judgement I press on.

20 lines 
Date posted : 17 th December 2021

E N G L a Hip Hip Hooray Today

ENGLAND my England
In England on April twenty-third
hurrahs in celebration are to be heard
the cross of St George is unfurled to fly
& the shouts of true patriots loudly cry



My England
Rainsoaked fields,pastel green,
perennial impressions
of country scenes.
Shire counties cramped
and compact,neither temperate,
changeable and in exact.
Seasons merging into one,
winters' mild,summers
of sometime sun.
Ancient,historic and
quaintly modern,
pub-grub,village greens
and cricket squares sodden.

MY ENGLAND who gifted a WORLD a languge

The Quiet-

the quiet question quarries 
the quiet quarter queers queasily
the quiet quote quilts questionably
the quiet quit queries questioningly
the quiet queue quizzes qualm quails quaintly silent yet quiet

10/13/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020

Assignment

I spent my day shopping for rubies
Far East posting covert listing
Mr Patwari’s emporium 
Assistants ever so obliging

Hexagonal set quaintly bulbous 
does cheapen the overall effect
Disappointedly I turn aside
Mr Patwari, whose tone inflect

Secretly, soft whispers in my ear
Channels my movements in close quarter
Senses piqued my curiosity
Astute, knowledgeable exporter

Silk,  flame red curtains wafted aside
Following, expectantly hopeful
Reveals vast interior workshop
He beckons, vocally boastful

Appraising the proffered brilliance
Rubies of every size mesmerised
Now questioningly, my eyes met his
Such rarity I identified

Sipping tea with Mr Patwari
Conviviality established
Revealed my subversive intentions
Slowly the smile on his face vanished

Drugged, stifling heat consumed
in disorientated stupor 
Divested of my hat, shoes and purse
I retrieved my pocket computer

Bearings noted, in a concrete cell
Frantically, I connect display
Made contact and communicated
the district with all I could convey

Alerts Financial Action Task Force
Identified illegal rubies
Smuggling network last link confirmed
Rescued, resumes usual duties

England My England

Rainsoaked fields,pastel green,
perennial impressions of country scenes.
Shire counties cramped and compact,
neither temperate,changeable and in exact.
Seasons merging into one,
winters' mild,summers of sometime sun.
Ancient,historic and quaintly modern,
pub-grub,village greens and cricket squares sodden.
Precedent law,judged by our peers,
diverse opinions expressed sans fear.
Reserved,resolved and resolute anglais
a national flag,in April its national day.

Us Verse, After Auden

US Verse, after Auden
by Michael R. Burch

"Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful." - W. H. Auden

Verse has small value in our Unisphere,
nor is it fit for windy revelation.
It cannot legislate less taxing fears;
it cannot make us, several, a nation.
Enumerator of our sins and dreams,
it pens its cryptic numbers, and it sings,
a little quaintly, of the ways of love.
(It seems of little use for lesser things.)

Published by The Raintown Review, The Barefoot Muse and Poetry Life & Times

The Unisphere mentioned is a spherical stainless steel representation of the earth constructed for the 1964 New York World's Fair. It was commissioned to celebrate the beginning of the space age and dedicated to "Man's Achievements on a Shrinking Globe in an Expanding Universe." The lines quoted in the epigraph are from W. H. Auden's love poem "Lullaby." Keywords/Tags: Auden, unisphere, universe, together, lullaby, voice, verse, value, revelation, cryptic, legislate, enumerator, sin, sins, dreams, love, sing, sings, singing, quaint, quaintly, lesser, greater, mortality, beautiful, writing

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