Spring unveils its sweet surprises,
Perfuming the air with blooming reprises.
Blossoms dance in the wind's tender hold,
Whispering secrets of warmth untold.
Sunlight spills like liquid gold,
While cool breezes weave stories, old.
Emerald meadows, a verdant sea,
Invite deer families to roam carefree.
Songbirds serenade the waking earth,
Their melodies weave a tapestry of rebirth.
Nature unveils bliss as life renews,
A vibrant symphony of colorful hues.
The sky felt dense,
The mood it gave off,
Like moths in hue,
And butterflies in pale,
The showering of haze,
Over us at ease,
It’s not seen,
And there I won’t be seen,
The morning routine,
Of the everlasting gloom,
The day stuck in reprises,
And another one it seems,
It flies by scoring petrified faces,
Clipping by the nests,
It stays there,
For it, I won’t.
Poem “Raven” By Sarah Shahzad, January 2023
As one life door closes
all incarnates swing opens our
afterlight reprises all spiritual energy
presupposing all existent notions
why give it away to ---unfounded FEARS?
My heart through its eyes
So looking for a woman who reprises
In her present form she reaches out
Accordingly as my heart remembers her
Sensually our path so do cross
Apparently I am engrossed and lovingly
I think of her often wishing she was
With me in my mind my spirit and soul
Oh how I love everything about her
While in my spirit I am never letting go
2/12/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
SHOES, BAGS AND TAGS
I’ve got a thing for handbags, all shapes and sizes
It’s a bother changing, but the occasion always arises
Whether pink, black, white, or brown,
Alongside others, I never wear a frown,
Bags for every season, which allows me different disguises!
Then of course there’s shoes, but here look at the sizes,
And at the heel, not cool to tumble, there’d be reprises,
Bags and shoes must now be matching,
Message sent, prefer to be quite fetching,
My choice is dice dependant, and how everyone surmises!
She loves freely
But she knows where her heart belongs
She'd be with other souls
But in her heart she loved him so
And he felt the same way
And was knowledgeable of her free love ways
But he was strong enough to share the love
The physical is just one aspect of love
And he not only did she give him her body but also heart soul and mind
Something she did not give to the other guys
It was just a physical need she needed to please
She had a higher intensity
He had a lower threshold of need
But rather than let it get between how they felt
They agreed a plan that would help
And so her free love she exercises
And he listens after to the stories she reprises
And this works for them
And it pleases them
Happy they are within their own piece of heaven.
Words were born that they might find your ear.
A gentle breath against you, my lips brush your skin
with the desire to whisper every word you could
never hope to hear from another.
Volumized in colorful meaning, adorned in gems of truth.
They sate and appease in the moments need
to be something more than words.
To be something more living.. Breathing.
Our gaze meets, a smiling comfort in your eyes
reprises a longing that remained
unspoken while conveying everything.
I'd gladly drown within the gaze that you reflect.
Spellbound trepidation founded in the unknown
as my fingers linger upon you, heralding their intent.
The murmuring excitement rushing through your
heart chords to strum in musical bliss against my touch.
If only every moment born of my impulse could
cause such stirs within a creature so exquisite.
If every aching entice of my hand and lips could
bring you to move to my whim. I'd never need for food,
water, or shelter again.
Under the clanky aluminum conduit
I sit easy eyed, watching
My work boots, drink up rainfall
The lively band above
Reprises once more
Her thunderous piece
Perking up the dog ears
Breaking decibel charts
Notes striking between clouds caress
To release disdain or sorrowful mourn
Release a tsunami of tremor
Heard from the apple boughs
To the endless pastures
Oh, but soon enough it shall pass
Movin' on south, as we tip our dampened cap
Knowing we’ll be on our way
Akin to the skies sliding on south
Lending brightness
An emergence from darkness, one day
(Ars Poetica)
Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces
Your cousins and your wife, your nephews and your nieces
Your kids and your grand kids; their elbows and their kneeses
The hugs and kisses they hand out and all their little squeezes
Your pets both big and small; Great Danes or Pekineses
Your triplets and your twins and even Siameses
And all those trips you took in hot times or in freezes
The weather in your life through calm or gentle breezes
And when you hit it big; your name on the marquises
When you were in perfect health and all your coughs and sneezes
If you could do it all again in multiple reprises
You’d find that all these crumbs of life are all that ever pleases
Mike Dailey 6/19/11
Contest: All the Little Pieces 3rd place finish in the contest
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