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
Categories:
questioningly, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Alliteration
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
Categories:
questioningly, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
she said it was
an act of god
questioningly i
replied did you
say the Marquis
de Sade
her accent hid
her willingness
to believe so
or believe so
faithfully so
she said
love is the
same which
once again i
said did you
say love is
pain
words were
heard but
aurally were
transferred
from thought
to intent
so we spent hours
talking but talking
not the same for
her since was my
pinch and her OW
was my meow
Categories:
questioningly, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Overwhelming Thoughts
Why!?! I wondered; daily, solemnly pondered.
Why am I here – why not dead and moved yonder?
Thoughts pestered – which of them is believably sounder?
Look at me now: am I here for a divine plan greater?
Or could it even be for a family legacy, much better?
I stretched my imagination to accommodate me – a trend-setter!?!
My family’s legacy: pacemaker, fore-bearer and leader!?!
Is it possible? Could I fill the role of “Mighty man,” a Gideon follower?
Do I have what it takes to be a strong leader, father and believer?
Thoughts persisted and overwhelmed – I continued t questioningly wonder.
Why am I here? Is it just for this? Is this pain the whole plan of the Father?
End
By: Dion Penville
Categories:
questioningly, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
Wheeled myself this morning
To the waterside, flawlessly mirroring
Bright white, blue coloured early sky
Daisies strewn around like smithereens
Hip hopping bird, questioningly
Asking for crumbs I have not, why
Not bring that one small gift of love
For this one small friend?
Humming wordless sound
Watching whirligig beetle
Turn and twist, walk like that one son
On water, or diving under, oblivious
To my admiring eyes, if only for
One second, or one hour to
Walk the surface like a bouncer
Swim and dive, breathe in deeply.
Categories:
questioningly, animal, water,
Form: Free verse
The dog runs through the grass,
Chasing,
Pursuing,
Hoping to catch what was thrown.
In triumph, it catches the object,
Chomping down victoriously.
Suddenly, its brows furrow,
And spits out its spoils.
Questioningly, it looks at you,
Wondering why you threw a lemon.
Categories:
questioningly, animal, dog, funny,
Form: Free verse
The youngster approached his dad,
With a question about which he pondered.
It was a simple question for this lad,
Yet one, about which many have wondered.
“How big is God?” was his thought.
T’was simple yet very sincere.
He seemed somewhat distraught,
Dad’s answer he waited to hear.
As Dad thought the question through,
Ideas raced through his head.
Not sure what he should do,
He squirmed before anything he said.
“How do I respond?” said he,
“To a simple question like this.”
“Of all answers, which should it be?
So that knowledge the child would not miss.”
After much thought and consternation,
And much to the child’s dismay,
In the answer he gave to this question,
Much wisdom did he display.
“Bigger than big,” was his simple retort,
As the little one questioningly gazed.
Every example of “big” to which he could resort,
Left him confused and amazed.
“He knows all that there is,
Can do all that there is,
Can be everywhere that there is,
Simply, because God, He is!”
Categories:
questioningly, religion,
Form: Rhyme