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I went looking for my little black moto when I discovered
I can't post a photo.
Every site says upload here, except this one, it's so weird!
other site
there's a non-finite roof above
horizon emaning other light
vaguely gone
in other site hear the miniscules
no need for concern
It's a sight to behold
Never does it get old
Sweet memories to behold
Sights, sounds and smells that do not get old
Like a gem onto them I hold
J-oyful
O-pen
S-ite
E-ndorses
P-oem
H-unter
A-nd
N-icely
G-ives
U-sers
L-eeway's
O-rder
Topic: Birthday of Joseph M. Angulo (March 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Somewhere out of site
My wrongs are never right
Sin came out of me
And Christ has set me free
I've stop, turn around got mercy
8/16/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
R-ead
E-xcellent
M-essage
E-very
D-ay
I-f
O-pen
S-ite
N-icely
O-ffers
R-hymes
T-o
E-njoy
Topic: Birthday of Remedios T. Norte (February 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
crisp flowing water
lies amidst pylon temple….
a celestial site
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Third Place Winner ~ "Power in Observation” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Freeman
Aug. 17, 2011
L acking the common sense of a maggot
O bviously attention starved as a child
S orry excuse for a human being
E merging from a place where dung was piled
R ejected for a lack of talent
S tuck in a self pity life beguiled
The sticks on the hill
were brushed when they were wet,
Lay with a pattered smoothness,
The bushes 'round which they swept
Bulged their greenly leaves,
Stony stairs on an uphill way
creased a toe of the world.
"Community Site"
There once was a community site
That once was cheery and bright,
But the mayor spied
And about it lied
And now dead, it seems so right.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-04-23 19:16:00 (EDT)
SITE UNSEEN
Starting something viewed
yet to blind to see
It is camouflaged
brightly shining lights
Solar eclipse
goodnight daylight
Hello darkness
4/6/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022
to hear a full-awe...so far...
means some 'i' saw dust...
rise everywhere...and now...
that full-loss-offer...on the poe...
at the tree 'ease-site'...sounded as...
ed grrrd...'all in'...to poetry store-ease'
stans sand dust
When comes the rising of the Sun
The joy of darkness returns to
That place from which it has once grew
Freedom expressed once was depressed
Collars and shackles now gone
Soon your body will be on the mend
Lesson Saturn teaches does tell
Life repeated cycles comes pain
Love changes the merry go round
The whistle blows steam,
while the bell rings,
outside the dew is swimming in the,
myst of a oceans spray.
Picture within a square,
hills and mountains,
balenced by beauty,
to grasp my hand.
Inside I stand,
alone in my head,
but voices intrude,
this peaceful picture,
of love.
Happiness
inside our eyes.
Form:
Did you ever work on a building site,
And push and pull with all of your might.
Then walk in mud up to your knee,
And whistle at every girl you see.
Did ever carry a hod on your shoulder,
Then trip over a blooming great boulder.
Watched a crane move a ton in one lift,
Then look over at the great pile of sand they've asked you to shift!
There is a site
just here,
yes, here. Somewhere.
I hover, dangle, hang about,
just here.
You can hold a mouse,
press it just here, or just here,
and you hear a click.
It may even squeak.
A mouse does so, so much.
Such a sight
on this site.
Sometimes it’s light
or often a fright.
But such a sight
on this site.
Oh, such a site!
(February 2022)
The birds take flight as snow turns the ground white,
And flakes so light stick together all night
To form a sight of snow drifts of great height.
Powder just right greets our skis at daylight,
And edges bite in this mountain delight.
"Is this God's site?" and He answered me "Quite!"
4/25/2017
For contest Rhymer's Delight - Internal Monorhyme - 2
For John Hamilton
I do not drive a fancy car
Or chew on a Cuban cigar
I do not wear a silk cravat
Or attend the fancy balls
I do not own a designer cat
Or have the funds to gamble
I do not smell of Givenchy
Or even live in the 'burbs
I am nothing so hoidy-toidy
As gentlemen up the street
But I can tell you this, for sure
I'm the nicest guy you'll ever meet.
written June 16, 2021
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i'm lisp'n
trip'n over mine
tongue
lip pip pip
slip pip hern
whisp
i mean
mine eyne whisk
excited
hern
hip
This site is looked after by the cops
poets are drunk dopers
losers and boozers that never win
the cops are coming after the poets
they are checking names and records
and entering accusing words
while sitting and eating doughnuts
the cops are locking up the poets
drunkards druggies get rid of the dirt
cops are reading your poetry
taking aim at you
and child support
run run run hahaha
Roses robust resilience renowned
Violets vigilance vibrancy
Carnations countenances
Impatiens illuminates
Lilies lavish luster
Orchid ordinance oracle
Daisies delightfully delighting
Echiums embracement enchantment
Snapdragon sensational sensual
Mums muscial muse
Tulips transude
Sunflowers swoon
Azalea bush animates
“A green Thumb person work," and to us:
"A Lovely Garden of sightful writes”
To those who sit, anonymously making choices,
behind the soupy site
My gratitude, feel honoured to be chosen best new poet for two weeks and also POTD,
inspired, so more poems I will write
At age seventy seven, told that I am old, my reply, "if I think that way I will be"
some are taken aback
This honour bestowed upon me, I now know, gotta long way to go,
before I regard myself, as an uninspired hack
night ends
all shadows
but street
lights begin
creating new
cathedral steps
become my seat
with the sun
now set i sit
looking as
passerbys make
no eye contact
yet i see
the man
selling
water and
the rainbow
dressed women
with fruits of
other colors
selling tastes
of sweetness
and selling to
take a photo
with them
the bell tolls
so i stand
up and stroll
down the
colonial
streets
smiling
Form:
my brother
doesnt write
and yet
hes stealing my site
my brother
misses my friend
its his fault
shes his ex girlfriend
my brother doesnt even write
i told him to get the hell off my site
the site thats become home to me more than my house
the things on here i dont want him to yell out
brother if your reading im warning you one last time
stay away from me and write and learn
or stop, and ill put down my guns and you get off my site in turn
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