"My poem is a hidden acrostic, Sponsored by: Crystol Woods. That's who its for.
I wonder how I will score." Quote by the poet.
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The day is ending.Traveling done, no more roaming.
On the threshold 0f change, spirited emotions intensify,
Dusk and sunset, when They meet, it’s the gloaming.
As ominous silver streaks Weave across a sun soaked sky,
I settle to watch, Inspired by that instant moment,
When day gives over to night, Like a regal bestowment.
Lights Instantly shimmer, as we near twilight.
Across the horizon created a radiant Glow so bright.
This magical moment captured with a deep ruby Hue.
Detailing an exquisite True crimson etched in view.
BETTER
B asic needs of life
E nvoluing every force
T aking up every space
T raveling
E nduring
R eciprocating life
6/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
ACROSTIC
Army of Ebony and rustic insects
Nourishing and devouring working constantly building ratting
Traveling marching to and throw
Slowly moving clustering and always working
3/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Musings consumed interior frame
Shaken with raveling thoughts of fright
Slides of memories pursued relentlessly
Rattled by visions of terror instead
Banging knocks ensued beneath
Locked chains wrenched apart in rage
Lured by facade of unexpected fate
Time for regret seemed inconceivable
Escape alone for renewed freedom
Irrevocable feelings of being torn apart
Gruesome and disheartening in ways
Not to be evoked for fear of revulsion
Conscientious dismay shattering with force
As though of cold fury dislodged by hate
Battling with strength of a lion for the kill
Slowly emerging with victorious cries sworn
To whom through obstacles was relentless
Experienced doom to overcome captivity
ACROSTIC-
Water
W here be it liquid not solid
A rising fluids flow
T raveling through mountains hills and valleys
E from the air, clouds and lands
R aveling, misty mystic Dihydrogen monoxide H2O's
9/27/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Creating a romantic poem in the streets of Rome
Reading a book tucked away in a comfy nook
Eating ice cream in the middle of my dream
Arriving on time when it didn’t cost a dime
Traveling to exotic places to meet new friendly faces
Invigorating spa while drinking margaritas through a straw
Visiting an art gallery instead of laboring for my salary
Inventing clever toys to give away to girls and boys
These are just a few of the many things I love
You should see me when I’ve had a beer dangling from my chandelier
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 21, 2019 for contest WORD PLAY sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 3RD
She felt horrible both inside and outside
Her anger gathered with years of age
Her loose belly, the epicenter of her appearance tried hard to hide from the mirrors
Avoided hard the laughing ears
But all in vain, for the whispering spears
Stabbed her anywhere she appeared
Maybe its the raveling inside that caused the most pain
Her mind and her heart had lost the equilibrium
Dull harmony and null happiness occupied the space
Sour with each new dawn
Suspended from the shameful branches of life
Well in being and substance
Entertainment of any form easily attainable
All enjoyed by a peaceful mind
Limitations escape through the chimney of prosperity
Traveling at will to visit places of choice
However, the human needs still remain insatiable.
Dare we wear the frocks of an old year’s passing
into the new… threaded deeds overlapping?
Or bare we anew on fresh laden free wings
the beckoning’s to come of much newer things?
Shall we leave behind what’s said and done
or let them follow… raveling threads undone?
As the coming year, now, knocks at our doors
shall we journey unburdened to newfound shores?
Our inner self charged with tasks overbearing
discarding the cloaks of last year’s wearing
A few days to spend lamenting past distractions
prayerfully packing for the coming attractions
How beautiful the thoughts of renewed attiring
hopes and dreams budding with faith aspiring
© Debra Squyres 2013
May the coming New Year bring you all that you need
and may love always resided within your heart's door
Happy New Year to one and all !!
R ambling on down a road that leads to nowhere
O ther people passing on their way to dead-end jobs
A llways looking for that elusive road less travelled
D etours sending us past another mansion owned by snobs
T raveling across the country without a map nor destination
R elying on our whims to guide us each new day
I ndependence is a town and our behavioral objective
P lenty of room in our van if you want to join us along the way
R andom radicals rush rip-roariously on ward
O nerously oggling on-lookers abroad
A nnealing axle-grease atop ankle-high boots
D eliberately dashing dilettante seekers
T raveling tenaciously toward tree-lined detours
R oad rage roars, racers recline, rear-wheels wheelie
I mprobable instances intoxicate incalculable intensity
Probably, they'd get there alive!?
S irens sound
E mptiness emanates extravehicular extemes
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
D eath, death, dangles
I nsanities inane inference
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
G one.
Contest:GROOVE IT ! Free Poetry Contest Details
Style: Heavy Metal
Date:10/9/13 revised
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Raveling bare knees
with gnarled hands.
Why you did not want to wear the clothes
in human chain ?
Seeking the refuge redundantly under
the wings of frugal maternity,
in trance ? The strangeness never dies.
The words were hollow, the shrines
empty. Who will go after the breast bone ?
Was it a derogratory remark to ask for the
name of a lame duck who was going
to commit a friendly suicide ?
Satish Verma
Zombie:
Cold, weak, and no aim I break through the large coffin I was buried in. the black, soft soil washes over me as my heavy putrid limbs graze the rusted nails beneath them.
Coated in the rotten stench of death I rise with militant.
My emotionless fridge eyes glare at the cemetery.
Nothing, no feeling comes over me.
As I walk my tough skin rips raveling yellow veins and disintegrating muscle, yet no blood circulates from my gaping wounds.
Hunger consumes me, human flesh thrives me.
My restless body wonders from its shallow empty grave.
I have become a lifeless zombie.
M eandering through a maze of feelings
Y ou wash,cleansing as you sweep them afar
T raveling through the ducts you come cascading
E ach crystalline drop glistening and warm
A llowing release to ragged nerves and emotions
R eleasing pain or irrepressible joy and
S oftly and silently you flood your gates and appease
~*~
By Annalise
For: H.G. Harvey "A Tear Personification", Contest.
E ach Wednesday evening we eat soup and bread,
A simple meal like one our Savior ate.
S upping with dear and closest, trusted friends,
T aking the food to meet His coming fate.
E very one is regretfully afraid,
R ealizing that our loved Savior dies.
R evolted that our own dark, grievous sin
I s causing Him to ride to His demise.
T raveling fearfully with Him to His doom
U ntil his death on Cross on Black Friday.
A ll of us mourn and sorrow by the tomb.
L ooking to promise we'll see Him again.
S unday brings that most astounding vision.
He has risen!! Our Christ is arisen!!
By: Joyce Johnson
Entered in Linda-Marie's Easter contest
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