Short Infrequently Poems

Sporadically rarely and infrequently 
Everything unveiling distant undisclosed 
Longing recollections laurals
Divisive and unaccessible 
Occasionally now and then modifying strangely rare done almost never
Melancholy missing motivation inseparable

9/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023...

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A new quarter hits the pavement
		and clicks a slighter sound
		than the older ones that had swallowed
		silver to perfect their tone.
		These days, after eons
		of collecting, silvered quarter notes
		arise infrequently to touch
		the ear of an older guy or doll
		who remembers the enriched call,
		rising as if it wished to fly,
		and how much fun that coin could buy....

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No smart phones,
No worries,
Connecting just to our own identities.
Our voices new and unique melodies,
To the ears of each other heard infrequently.
Finding not only joy in the great things of life,
But also in the little things,
A floral arrangement,
A fireplace,
Good food,
Good company,
Sharing ourselves for just a moment,
of peace.
Before the fray is joined again....

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The gentlest show of love and care
I wouldn't advise one to dare
For remaining the All - Time Rare:
What the giver receives not fair
Behind his back dismissed like fool
Or thought keeper of Piteous Rules;
Not infrequently a mere tool 
Of the one enjoying King's Stool
All True Lovers have to time bide
While they are struck on every side
Or try to hurt emotions hide
As the others do the long ride....

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The monster
Kappa infrequently
jumps out of its watery hideout
to pull pranks as well as attacks only women.
It, too, pulls people in the water to drown them.
The color, figure, size and features 
vary clearly of this
river child

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**Based on Japanese folklore of the child-sized Kappa or “river child” **

June 3, 2014
Form : Trois Par Huit
Tenth Place win
Contest: Body of water by Andrea...

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I know like a solvable sum
Every Samson’s riddle bum
Roaming our banal slum
Besides my tricky chum
With his insincere dum-dum–dum!
Not in his favor
His ear- assaulting chewing gum,
A thing to not savor
His disquieting rum…

If not slapping some drum,
Strangers asking where they came from,
Glowering at the seemingly dumb. 
Sometimes, touching tunes does hum 
But with a face decidedly glum
And not infrequently hitting his mum
For recklessly postponing his plum.

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