They quickly pass, the waning days more brief,
like love once shied beneath a garish moon,
expose the truths betrayed by Autumn's thief.
Infatuation always ends too soon ~
still tethered to the oak, a hopeful leaf...
for Andrea's "Half Past Summer" Contest
I was the moon when I met Zizam, a silver star hidden in the night,
And in her eyes, I became a dream, for if she called me her moon, I would be, unbeaten.
Hidden from the earth, I wore my scars, under the veil of night, timidly I stood,
But she, my Sun, shone with rays, painting my face with her love.
She was the light that gave me life, I, the hermit that withered every flower,
We were in the same sky, a secret desire, but never together, only in dreams.
I was the storm, singing fury in the wind, a symphony of thunder and light,
She, the autumn breeze, whispering words, a gentle caress for desires and sighs.
The world shied away from my song, fearful of my untamed power,
But she embraced me with her drive, dancing around me, with an open heart.
But my winds grew ever stronger, becoming a tornado of desires and rage,
Too powerful for her song, she had to leave, to find harmony.
Even now, when I unleash myself in the sky, I hear her whisper, a fleeting echo,
I call her name, in an austere dream, trying to embrace her, in eternal longing.
the field is no longer there where
all of youth and ego collided and
her first glance was seen but shied from
all to be born in a thousand recollections
the field is no longer there where
near dusk I sat alone blurring
through November's naked branches
lamenting another summer passed
the field where I killed an attacking tree
sidearm from thirty yards dead center
no one saw but no one needed to
it happened
the field is no longer filled with fights and
fun and bragging and just hanging out
talkin bout how Joe's brother could press a 100
or how Cyndy's boobs were huge nothing
of importance was left to be conjured
one day I drove away and when I went back
it was gone but like that smile I shied from
never really gone
Here and now I must go
Into my unknown
Where the life I need waits
47 years to the day
This heart is old
These feet are tired
This soul been in this dark
There is that light
That one I fear
The one that is the brightest
I've shied away for so long
Hypnotize by them thoughts
Betrayel a scenario I've seen to much of
It's hard to come to terms with what is seen
It makes no sense why I bleed
Why my hurt is the vessel of my ways
The captivation so easy to dwell in
When this pain seems enternal
When the cure has no disease
When I regret many of my fear decisions
It's empowering to that unseen truth
That this life the one I live now has no real definition
I am caught in a loop of a childhood lost
I keep making those same mistakes
It's a crisis of sorts which I have not recognized till now
I am a pawn to my only failures
Lost and alone in this unknown
But I know I need to see more then I have let myself see
Time will heal all my wounds but the scars of this war for my soul shall remain I will continue to battle forward for all who seem to wear these same shoes
This is what true growth will reveal in this evolution of change.
Knight did not know whether or not this was a good move.
He had made friends with a dragon that knew how to groove.
Christmas was coming, and he had brought him a surprise gift.
He might think this is lame, silly, it might not seem swift.
Dragon named Cool had a surprise of his own that very day.
He had ordered a shied for his friend, from far far away.
It had a dragon on it, and it was made of copper and tin.
They showed each other their presents, for each a big win.
hiding in plain sight, she wove her way down the avenue
no one flinched or shied away, these were professional commuters
They kept walking, ignoring her like New Yorkers can and do
She wanted to demand they stop, to make them come to a halt
Her mask slipped for a second; no one noticed, or acted like it.
What kind of people live on this planet, she wondered.
It was her calling to find out but they were closed.
How do they reflect emotions? She wondered.
She had been taught to look for smiles. There were none.
She tried to ask a few for directions, they looked past her
No. That’s wrong. They looked through her.
She finally radioed her commandeer to beam her up.
In the middle of Times Square on a Friday afternoon.
None of the commuters flinched; they pretended not to see.
What if it was not a pretense? Oh, my cracker schangdoos!
Maybe they were blind. The entire planet. She put that into her report.
A gnarled lone oak tree
grew in the middle of voluminous nowhere,
amidst vast stretches of citron corm fields,
a by-product of an old man’s weird whim.
It proved quite a memorable playground,
For when I was small it was pure delight.
Oh how I loved to climb up
towards an azure sky
feeling for sturdy branches,
imbibing the smell of fresh-grown leaves.
At times I would listen to the wayward wind,
as it moaned in isolation
amidst lush green branches.
Yet when storms struck
I shied away as the winds howled
and thunder rumbled around the top twigs
of my old oak tree.
The last time I was there
I was not alone.
Handsome was tagging along.
He was not interested in the old oak tree
That's when I began to hate him.
And just to prove my point
a sudden change of weather
and heavy rain fell hard.
We ran to the car but the doors stuck.
To shelter under the tree was dangerous.
Lightening zigzagged above.
The place became cursed.
Finally Handsome opened the car
and we sped away.
I never met Handsome nor visited the oak again.
Overlap of melancholy breezes,lips mumble
In maze of complex routes, body bumble
Dark souls shaking head in wonderment
behind hedge
Frivously pushing themselves over
the edge
Joy instants sprouted from tiny buds
Pure shrouds dirtied in drizzling muds
Outpouring emotions from wearily wrecked
root
Full moon bride shied at owls
hoot
Of all the metaphors that assisted a
rhyme
Some scream about a star, too bright to
shine
eulogised as magnimonious warrior
flawless
First sun ray at dawn after night
undress
Evocative syllables for the enticing
sagacity
Trove of rare gem stones and his remark of
audicity
In the memorizing firelight flicker
comes rebirth
as the valley of Crocus flowers
becomes a corporate castle of skyscrapers
the taller the better
The middle of Croydon
once of offices
has seen it possibilities light up
like a condensed can of milk
The ill afforded indigenous
are shied away from rent
replaced by a smart set of commuters
with a whiff of disdain
for the ailing amenities of Croydon
The guilt of the urban class
The moon in her fullest florescence
Drifting through the thicket
Hooked in the branches
Whispered secrets to the tree
Shied leaves bent down their heads
And the naughty wind carried away the giggles.
PLACE : 2nd
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Personification poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Date: 01-03-2023
The reading witch is unaware
She is being given a mean cat stare
Her book is open; the words are keen.
She is excited to devour this on Halloween.
The pages are turned by an unseen hand.
Amazing when the book is airily fanned.
Fierce pirates and princesses in a battle and more.
She is fully engrossed in chapter four.
A war is waged, thorns in knight’s spurs.
His armor and shied designed by Murres.
The cats prance and meow and hit and yowl.
Waking reading witch from her book with a unified growl.
In the lap of dawn, as I slept in the melody of the cool breeze,
The countryside started to whistle as she stepped on those petals.
The most elegant figure that shines along with the sun-rays,
Her smile shied the butterflies away; her single glance took the by-passers breath away.
She sang and danced to the melody of the wind,
That fragment of my imagination blew away as I closed my eyes.
I left a sigh and walked past her, hoping to see her again someday.
It was once but yet it was twice I open up my mind my spirits heart and I realize too much is never not enough oh Lord God I love you
You're my heart and my breath you're my only innocence your grace abounds your arms open wide my God you are not enough but your my all and everything
Sweet Jesus you complete me my God has created a new thing
Oh and father I thank you for your son for his Mercy's Grace is shied all my face
And in the space of time you would find a redeemed mobile quality in me
You forgiven all my transgressions and all of my iniquities
You love me so dear when I'm strong and when I'm in my fears
You set me free when I'm in captivity
So foolish of me to try to believe that I'm So unworthy thank you Father for believing in me
You're my heartbeat you're the breath you're my only innocence Your Grace a bombs your arms open wide my God my God you're on my side you are enough but you're my all and everything
My everything you're my all in my everything
3/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Don't lock your heart as Autumn beckons
Afraid youth fades as the leaves turn brown
Beauty is more than the eyes behold
Beauty is each moment together we stole
Wrap my heart around your finger
A young man at your feet I linger
What happens happens love cannot be define
I was always yours you were never mine
Was I just a fling to pass those summer days
My summer love a young heart can't erase
The nights are longer and the days feel cold
My smile alone can't stop your dread of old
You told me to go but I would not leave
You had your fill I just started my need
In the night you shied away
But every dawn your love still stays
The emptiness I always feel
To new loves it slowly kills
I think of her of so long ago
Was she right to let me go
I had so much to give my first love
She took for her what was enough
So many springs so many new loves
But never the same as I felt once of
I think of you when the leaves turn brown
Did you ever find the love I thought we found
Her iconic smile in repose:
she shied from the camera's flash.
But Shylock's pound of flesh
prized by paparazzi,
was paid by Princess Diana...
her bloody crash, fueled by cash.
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