Woke up in the blindness of the light of you
The brightest star, the biggest sun
This is the light of the aura surrounding you
Eyes cry from the sting of your shine
Mind comes alive after so much death
And I felt like life had nothing left
Until the very moment that you re-entered it
You see once again I believe
Believe in all the things I forgot how to
The answers came to me in that blindness
For the truth was it's center, it's core
I don't have to ponder on the lies anymore
You are my dreams, my awakening
You are the definition of happiness to me
And you define all that is beautiful
Visions play true just at the sight of you
It is magical, it is my miracle
It is all and everything I've ever wanted
It is you....
Written for poetry contest "Free Verse" 11/17/2024
Hosted by: Emile Pinet
"Death is like an inevitable leap into the unknown. But we are sure to land in a state eternal either to be blessed or cursed" By poet
With the suddenness of a locomotive
that has come to an abrupt halt,
he fell motionless and in a coffin lay.
like –
all mystery sealed in a jar.
all agony compressed,
in a tremulous whimper.
all charms shut in an amulet.
amid,
the scent of burning incense,
frozen silence,
heaving hearts
and
silent prayers.
the chariot wheeled him along
in his last journey
through the mazy paths,
stretching, stretching endless
to a world,
beyond all galaxies.
to the Elysian Fields-
to a time, immeasurable
to abiding infinity,
to inconceivable eternity!!
March. 7. 2023
Re entered for Brian's Contest
~ Placed First~
Writing Challenge ‘J’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
I fashioned my dreams,
into colorful balloons,
blowing as much air into them as I could.
Tied their ends with long strings of hope,
and set them fly into the sky.
I watched them soar,
higher and higher into infinite heights,
over shrouds of sleeping fog.
I clapped my hands loud,
in gay abandon.
But when had they eluded my grip?
Some of them had burst,
before they could ascend higher
I wasn’t cautious!
Oh, now I see my balloons,
with the thread of hope
hanging loosely down,
disappearing into the horizon,
like black specks of soot
signaling,
they no more belong to me!
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Feb.5. 2023
Re- entered for Brian's Premier No.1194 Poetry Contest
Balloon Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anthony Biaanco
Her smile secrets
The melancholy and doubt
Feelings that erase her courage
Make her feel left out
Leave her with a darkness
Which silhouettes her hope
Her faith and assurance
The beauty of knowing
Light is alive inside, dancing
Reflecting a joy so bright
Her eyes won’t reveal
The anxiety, the fear, the
Silence of soft, tender tears
Feelings so real and unreal
Brought to life by faded dreams
All the sorrow – all the rain
Washing away even the pain
Buried deep within her thoughts
Her heart a secret, yearning to be told
Her soul a sigh, breathless as love
Poured out on the hopeless
Waking the light of morning, dawn
Erasing the memory of something worth it
Something more potent than pain
Something alive and dismayed
By the disguise, her façade – the mask
Surviving her moments of grace
Entered in:
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Entered November 3, 2022
Judged on November 11, 2022
Re-Entered in:
Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
December 4, 2022
The Dance of Spring
Flower fairies love to dance
When Spring brings budding romance
Midst vivid floral display
In their element they grace the day.
Cute princesses of the ball
They dance from dawn till nightfall
Flitting flower to flower
Fairies possess a superpower.
Dressed up in the hue and scent
Of blossoms they represent
Flower fairies dance and sing
For the fascination of the Spring.
21st March 2022
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Contest: Lind30 Rhyme
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Judged : 13th April 2022
Received - N/A
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Re-entered for the new contest - 9th October 2022
Your Second Chance 2nd Submission: Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
She was beautiful in a way that only nature understood
walking out into the sunlight she turned sunlight into Hyde
raven black hair that fanned, two eyes of mesquite wood
no taller then four feet guided with a partnered girl guide
Little did I know she belonged to the day camp next door
recovering from trauma she'd been matched and supervised
all I said to her was, " your beautiful" no less, no more,
she froze turned around and ran, all I saw was her backside
Later I was told she had been burned and scarred by an Uncle
I assumed the word beautiful was a Stanley knife to fear
she reminded me of a meteor rock, a magnificent Runkle
that burned very brightly as she re-entered earth's atmosphere
Oh she was beautiful in ways only nature could not misconstrue
truth be told I sat on a bench and cried, deep inside I felt her pain
so I painted her a butterfly so she could put it on her window pane
and at the bottom I inscribed the words, "Rolla, I love you "
July 15, 2021
Sponsor Name: Regina McIntosh
Contest Name: Touch My Heart
She stands with poise nearby the old quaint quay.
Her hair, like platinum, glows in the sun.
He quivers, seeing her. It is his plea
that she’ll forgive him for the wrong he’s done.
He wishes there were penance he could do
to make her know the depth of his regret -
to show her that forever he’d be true
were she to take him back! When they first met,
he knew she was the only one for him.
A quandary he's in now. Can he win
her trust again, for things are looking grim.
Oh, God, let her forgive him of his sin!
She walks toward him. Will he be facing doom?
Inhaling – he takes in her sweet perfume.
Feb. 17, 2021
for Michelle Faulkner's Mind Your P's And Q's Poetry Contest
(I edited and re-entered this. All this time I did not know the
pronunciation of quay until a kind poet pointed out my mistake with
the rhyme! I had always thought it was a long A sound pronounced like kway! But the place I checked made it sound like "key")
IT WAS A PASS
A DREAM
TRAVELED DOWN A HORRIBLE SCENE
FIRES AND NOISES
CRIES, WITH TERRIBLE FLAMES
UNKNOWN NAMES
A DARK SCENE
A NON WAY OUT
CRIES WERE LOUD
CREATURES RUNNING
A DOWN ELEVATOR
DOOR CLOSES SHUT
DISFIGURED FACES
BODIES BURNING
A NON STOP PAIN
AN EVERLASTING HURTING
TORTURED, NO END
LIFE IS AT A TERRIBLE SPIN
FIRES WERE HIGH
A NON VISUAL SKY
EYES LIFTED WITH SORROW
A NON THINK OF TOMORROW
A DREAM
A SCARY SCENE
REALITY CAME IN
HELL WAS REAL
A LIFE IN HELL
THAT IS SEALED
AWAKEN FROM THE SCENE
REPENTED, A NEW LIFE
ONCE LIVED SAVED AGAIN.
A CHRISTIAN
WITH A CAUSE
SURRENDERED
RE-ENTERED
A NEW JOURNEY PATH
UNTIL THE LAST.
A TEACHER
A PREACHER
A MINISTER
A PHILANTHROPIST
A SPOKESPERSON
A DOCTOR
A COUNSELOR
A PURPOSE
A PERSON WITH ETERNAL LIFE
GIVING ALL PRAISES TO THE HIGHEST OF MOST
JESUS, JESUS, JESUS
THE KING OF EVERYTHING.
Dozens of keys hung on a plentiful board
Vehicles belong to each one
Dangle of available engines ready to drive
Givers distribute accordingly
Matching mood to motor, transport taken
Varies dependant on your need
Givers freely unlock the car of best benefit
Travel happens without hazard
Journey allowed to boast assets conducive
Scenery flies by spectacularly
Road paved smooth by empathy's intersect
Softened by giver's closeness
24th September 2020
'Givers' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
Re entered for Chantelle Anne Cooke's
September NA Contest
In Tune With Nature
Amidst flowers, butterflies and bees,
enjoy sitting under the trees
The breeze blows gently whistling all the way,
leaves shiver softly in tune
with birds in the background
Listen intently to the music of nature,
lush sounds in sweet cadence,
baring its all in such magnificent stature
of soulful providence
sunbeams dance with joy
silent willowwacks gleam bright ~
whippoorwill trills loud
09.16.2020
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge, nature - four in one" contest
Re-entered for Constance La France's "N poems, new or old contest"
Some things are beautiful
Some things were meant to be left naturally
Nature's Way to be left alone
As a child at play
God's flower mirror so sweet engender are the pedals so warm and and re-entered in this cell glows
With the waters flow the Peaceful Valley grown
The green fields of grass eaten by the calf
The cattle roam who runs in the herd
Together they make the soil turn into mud
Peaceful Waters run amok with the waters flow
The Peaceful Valley grows
The green fields a grass eaten by the calf
Who runs in the herd together they make the soil turn into mud
Peaceful Waters run
With the waters flow
The Peaceful Valley grows
The green fields of the grace eaten by the calf
The one in the mud of the herd together they make the soil turn into mud
Peaceful Waters Flow some things are beautiful
Some things are meant to be
3/25/74
Written by James Edward Lee 1974, 2019©
It is autumn; my mind goes drifting
like wisps of dandelion fluff
which I wished on long ago
after spring’s sun-gold heads
vanished from the grass.
All I recall
is gone; now
all is
fall.
Written Aug. 23, 2019
for Caren Krutsinger's Autumn Or September Or October Nonet Poetry
N/A and never re-entered in another Contest
Now used for John Hamilton's 'N-A rerun 3' Poetry Contest
Who listens to me when I'm down
Knows when my smile masks a frown
Who sticks with me through thick and thin
No matter the trouble I find myself in
Who is a perpetual ray of sunshine, never complains
Be winter's cold unbearable, preceding torrential rains
Who daily anticipates my every need
Fulfilling my desires, in both word and deed
You, the light of my life, my angelic wife
You whom I love here on Earth, and in the Afterlife
Re-entered September 05, 2019
NA the Day Away Contest
Sponsor: Lu Loo
June 20, 2019
'More to Me' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Placement: N/A
Re-entered in
Holding popcorn as Sue watched the show,
she could feel her date’s hand start to go
down her blouse. With a shout,
she cried, “Take your hand OUT.
There’s no popcorn down there, don’t you know??”
May 22, 2019
for Tania Kitchin's Bawdy Limerick Contest - Let's Keep It Pg-13 Poetry Contest
9 syllables A
9 syllables A
6 syllables B
6 syllables B
9 syllables A
I relish the composure of evening
Which slithers far into hidden places
That beyond uptown’s jarring noise,
I kick off my voguish high heels
And wander through burst of evergreen:
A quiet grove where young leafage nestles
To soothe my breath with deepened ease,
That flinging these tight cocktail stilettos
Allow a body-mind to unleash after 6 pm toil
In Nuvali Park where birds scuttle by…
How rhythmic the air, its honeyed waft lifts
Enticing a need for wanton barefoot prance;
As I feast on thrilled leisure of being shoeless.
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For Lu Loo's I Got A Darn Na Again Poetry Contest
Re-entered 6/13/2019
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From a previous challenge, Night Shoes
5/18/2019
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