If you’re very lucky, you may find
The type of handyman
Who can take care of the problems
That you now no longer can.
Climb a ladder to the roof? No prob -
It’s what he likes to do
And while up there, he will clean
The cloudy skylights, just for you.
Clogged up gutters? With some gloves
He’ll scoop out leaves and dirt and gunk,
Staying cheerful through it all.
(I know that I’d be in a funk.)
When he’s finished, he will lowball
What he thinks that you should pay.
Do you know of anybody else
Who’d act in that same way?
Handy Randy is this person
Who is capable and fair
And reliable and really nice,
These attributes so rare.
I speak to the skylights
of your tender soul
in formless forms
in eccentric accents
aching in aloneness...
when tragedies of footprints
remain a sculptured secret ~
like an untitled nightfall
dressed in denied definitions
avoiding the touch
of perception
for mindfulness mirrors
memories I hoard
within titanium trays
of masked melancholy…
but I long for you to wear
chronicles carved within
my cold conscience ~
a universe layered
with moulded memoirs
tell me how it feels
to be a beautiful burden
to the jinxed jewels
feasting upon
scrutinized skin of silence
skeletons of psyche ~
too complex
for concave light...
let me stay ~ stretched
in the still solitary sketch
of surrealism ...
I am not a vision
of gold and glitter
that wicked weavers
can materialize
but an unnamed sight ~
a breathing mystery
the eyes of unfelt dusk
fail to stroll through…
intoxicated on pain
~ an ecstasy etched through angst ~
to never be tamed
to never be told
The twigs of March drip,
and dangle ~ late in the day birdsong returns.
Pinched veins leach through uncurling buds,
sap thickens needle
frond and stalk.
Earthworms form oracle rings,
that rise up
from the mud to nurse the wet soil.
Iron skies shuffle their skylights.
fermenting airs soften murk
to tepid mists.
Above the hedgerows
a gloom is burying its ghosts,
At last, heedful wombs
are stirring under thicket,
berm and windbreak.
The rocky road made good sense to get here.
Life doesn't slow down, but speeds on like fire.
She remembers how life always appeared
When the Green Man always for her enquired.
He was the one who showed felicity
Back in the woods of mythic wanderers.
It didn't matter his ethnicity
He became a mystical conquerer
Wandering through the elemental fields
Where spectral skylights sparkled at twilight,
Revealing truths so environmental,
Dreamy ancestral visions bathed in light,
Ways that can only be told in stories
By golden stars and observatories.
twilight glances mid
horizon dances sunrise
peek a boos skylights
1/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
It is time to stray from the race.
Where life has a very slow pace.
The pines in the mountains are inviting.
Where the deer in the field look up when they were sighted,
The cool wind of autumn blows through the trees.
As the flowers are visited by buzzing bees.
The sun sets slowly displaying colorful skylights.
Where hues of blue and red bring forth twilight.
I am still watching this amazing and beautiful site.
I hear “My son, I have given you my life”
Stunned at the proclamation from my brother.
Yes Jesus, your garden planet is like no other.
As the sky above the mountains begin to clear.
The radiant light from the moon brings stars near.
Suddenly a shadow is cast as our brother of life.
The shadow starts to radiate light of pure white.
And he appears before me with outstretched arms.
Then I was embraced with love so warm,
My son, it’s time for you to come home,
Yes, you are with me and never alone.
Late summers nature chorus
fire pit rages our Spirited emotions
from sundown's silky stillness,
to midnights moonlight yawn,
luscious l4yer cake peace
that fates my heart.
Soft silky skylights
form a post present fever forever
light calming-- all seeking
sentients pause not to labor,
in selfish dead past thoughts, but traverse
freeform fallacies by non equative future presents.
let bygones be gonebys in unconditional oneness,
If we are bliss, then bliss is us and bliss is unbliss us.
Through spaces of orange and yellow leaves
In day-time skylights of azure blue
Through the blackened leaves at midnights hour
A full-moon winks through empty branches
In day-time skylights of azure blue
October's paintings of days and nights
A full-moon winks through empty branches
Black birds fly and the owl hoots
October's paintings of days and nights
Through blackened leaves at midnights hour
Black birds fly and the owl hoots
Through spaces of orange and yellow leaves
Poet's October Pantoum Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
10/29/2019
Goblins prance and dance beneath skylights;
Their contortions create shadows as they swirl.
Ghouls are disgusted by their cavorting and
go along their way;
searching for victims to terrify;
a game they relish.
Ghosts will have their say in the darkest night and
haunt children’s dreams.
Nightmares are where they meet to party.
On All Souls Eve, only the spirits of ancestors and
angels will stop these dream invaders;
monsters will run back into closets for safety;
keep the light on tonight;
souls are not the only celebrants.
In the clear light of morning,
candy swaps ensure comfort until next year.
9-21-18
Fiction - October 2018 Writing Challenge - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
I see from my window
rain falling again.
I've woken to another
moist summer day.
I hear the pitter pattter
on my skylights above.
Softly at first then
louder like a drum.
I feel the rain on my skin.
I just let it flow.
As I step out to my garden
and rose bushes below.
I touch their wet petals.
The raindrops roll
into my open palm.
Into my soul.
Rain here is different.
Falls softly on your skin.
More like gentle kisses.
No need to go back in.
A weapon based affiliation is neither a cat cavern or a divided field. Marshals could be described as marshmallows as they are often rounded mush balls. Often a cape is found staring at a calender in a midday glaze. But guidance from sandstorms glow in minds. Entering like breadsticks. Forcibly correcting wrongs in specifies locations globally. Wisdom is not held in a button or a shoe lace. And lacrosse is an extremely busy explosive experiment when attempted by nine foot rabbits. How wonderful it is to sit by a plumage which is radiating. Undirected individual skylights of assorted colours and hue. Adjusting with the many lights. Across all regions but where to put a sparrow is the question for a branch. Perched placed pecking. And one must always admire the flowing of elephant steps. How quite quickly they assemble and move. Latter day layers then. No hahahaha actually for the fractions of house us segmented. Jalapeño halogen bulbs. Xxxx terminology xxxx tripods. *** gravitational gravitation xxxx
A cabin by the lake would be a dream come true.
Large picture windows would bring nature into view.
I will sit outside on a porch that wraps around,
Surrounded by a serene mountain lake, playground.
Skylights will allow me to see God’s creations.
I’ll enjoy wondrous tranquil accommodations.
Imagine deer grazing peacefully in the yard.
My pristine lake is stunning beauty that’s unmarred.
My log cabin is built with resilient white oak.
Each day I’ll commune with all the animal folk.
I’ll thank Jehovah for the blessings he gives me.
Soon this dream of mine will be a reality.
Whenever the rays of the sun begin to fade,
And the twilight hours and dawn appear,
Whenever the stars begin rushing to queue and ride,
Their skylights’ ships tearing the zephyr,
Your radiant beauty emerges to cover and shade,
All this universe, front, middle and rear,
How can I describe it? How is it made?
Only God almighty knows it well my dear,
Your spring smile overcomes winter and fastens the year,
But when you’re sad bursting into tears,
It calls winter again, flashing its lightening and thundering its blade,
This is only a small verse and a mere,
Description of your emerald dew,
Flooding diamonds over your chicks are laid,
I could neither torment myself to go further or hear,
My eyes are full of lights, your light and shade!
We are living in such a paved jungle!
There are miles of concrete and sidewalks
There are skylights and many skyscrapers,
but we really have to pay attention!
At any corner are waiting: snakes, lions and tigers.
Oh poor walker, can't really enjoy peace and hope ...
It is just the pursuit of happiness!
It's just a struggle for better!
There is just one solution to this crisis,
to eradicate the beasts of our society
and then transform it in a paved garden.
Doing so, the peace and hope will settle in forever.
by Florin Andronic
3/25/2015
Eyes like a clear lake,
reflections of a dreamland,
skylights for two hearts.
Walking amidst the cloud tops,
the light brightens up their day.
Edward J. Ebbs - March 15, 2015
Written for a Contest, TANKA 2
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