The inhale, the exhale. It seems like way too much sometimes, the suffocating beat of my own heart, sounding off like the ticking of a doomed clock, that's taking way too long to stop. When will it end…the madness screaming from within, such violent screams taking that part of me I beg to exist. The inhale, the exhale. It tortures me, taking way too long to unwind, fragments of hope lost inside the sands of time, a grain I'm thrust upon, leading the blind, Watching the shadows trapped in the walls, taking the loss, then taking it all. Still it comes rolling back again. The inhale, the exhale. A pause between that taunts me, open my eyes just to spite me, closing the door, but only slightly. The inhale, the exhale. It's far too much for me to bare.
“Foaming at the mouth,” in this context is to be excited, passionate for.
Jeopardy is an American television game. There was a home version.
The answer was given in the form of a question.
LOVE LANGUAGE
Clickers sounding off like grasshoppers in the night.
Jeopardy -
foaming at the mouth
with questions.
I especially loved the vocabulary!
I was taking high school French.
Even if the word was another language, I’d give it a go -
yes, foaming at the mouth!
Today - give me Hebrew, Greek…
what a geek am I!
If only I’d dived outside the romantic
and had become a biblical scholar.
The word
“poem”
comes from the Greek,
and is found in the Bible
and has the meaning
of “something made,”
something made by God Himself,
as in a “new creation.”
Think of that!
I am a poem!
‘From grey and black to a broken spectrum of light.’
With a crackle the tide just turns. Without a warning. Sounding off with a loud yell. Inhibition melts with the leftover ice sparkling all over a frozen heart. Thinking never again could you feel this alive you let everything you wanted go. It just wasn’t meant to be. But an unexpected fever reminds you what it feels like when you first taste Spring. That warmth after so harsh a season. Suddenly your purpose becomes so clear and your vision is saturated. The intensity is utterly overwhelming. With each thump and crash the next chapter is opening . You can make sense of the past, leave it in it’s proper place. Begin writing a new page. Your heart races with excitement. The storm is the rollercoaster and the future the adventure.
Sky of teary smiles
even the low clouds get pierced,
colors crystalize.
Lessons are learned with each step in time
Each moment and as each day goes by.
Sometimes they're hard And hit us at the core Sometimes their simple As the unlocking of a door However it is that we learn our new lesson
It's Undeniable
That We'll never look at that situation the same again Warnings are meant to prevent us from harm
Warnings are meant to set off alarms
Warning should be taken at Heed
warning at the end should give us a PEACE
Peace is a Luxury that we take for granted so often Peace should be at the core of your being
and in every situation you should find it
Peace is the light at the end of the tunnel Of darkness that's around us with
and if Warnings bells are sounding off remember the peace you find is the true place
Just imagine...
Flowers of possibilities blooming
In the garden of your imagination.
Fun travel on nostalgia's time machine,
The sheer magic of moments
As if sand turning into gold dust.
Quiet thoughts gliding
Like rows of swans on a placid stream.
Endless pleasure carried in the back pocket,
Cheerfully sounding off like jiggling coins.
A much welcome egress
From a hum-drum existence
To an epicurean wonderland
Where the past and present are irrelevant;
Seen in the rear view mirror.
A resplendently bright future, gift-wrapped.
What of goals and dreams to accomplish?
Yes, set your mind free to wander, 'tis a portal
To paradise untouched; your very own.
Oh yes, don't quit your daydream, my friend.
Submitted for..
Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Date written: 11/28/2022
Yes , got the writing bug back
Can do this in spades all day and night
Without even taking a break
None of which makes any sense
Barely less worth reading or writing down
But matter's not as on and on and on I go
Though I yes should most probably and
definitely stop
But then again I am off the clock this is
in fact both my hobby and day off
And I just like everybody else who doesn't
have anyone to talk to like sounding off
Until tomorrow comes and I then also realize
why no 1 is willing to listen
And the exact reason why then becomes
clearly apparent
Sadly unfortunately I spout the biggest
load of unadulterated nonsensical rubbish
That if the computer I am writing on
has a choice would freeze leaving only
a message that read
Though I may be a computer sometimes
you have to be cruel to be kind
Sorry to have to inform you this but
you are forcing my computer chip's
into wanting to shut down
brown-headed nuthatch
sounding off in desert tree…
Bernie’s swishing tail
as he runs then peters out…
free bird in leafless mirth squeeks
2/8/2022
is a mass hysteria
induced by the sound
of Indies short-tailed crickets mating,
not, as conspiracy would have it,
the result of a sonic weapon,
a microwave attack,
or malfunctioning eavesdropping equipment.
Likewise, the Sausalito Hum
was not a snooping Russian sub,
or newly laid electric cable.
No, blame the love sick plainfin midshipman,
a simple toadfish sounding off like a foghorn.
Pay no attention to the banshee cry of the lynx,
or to the brush-tail possum sounding off like machinery grinding,
not to puffins like chainsaws,
not to cheetahs chirping,
not to koalas bellowing,
not to ptarmigans chatting like cartoon characters.
Stories of spying and international espionage might be exciting,
but Mother Nature is much more surprising!
Inspired by "Animals Keep Creating Mysteries by Sounding Weird", Ed Yong, The Atlantic, January 8, 2019.
I am adamant hi cringe at the thought of dirty feet
I am biased and subconscious of crimson vegetable beets
No longer nowhere do you find coconut treats
Chocolate covered crimson beige grasshopper leaves
While ants are scrimmaging laterally liking playing football
And bees are buzzing around making a buzzzzz sound
Fluttering butterflies fluttering flattering floating
around above the ground the lower the sky has
Yet the parlay fleet of grasshoppers marching crickets rubbing their legs
Sounding off while they here are they there seemingly they're everywhere
Skreet Skreet Skreet the screeching sounds that come from their feet
Chirping chirping chirping where are they and do they ever sleep
I too have feet and I'm a floor runner
Twix and tween my corns and bunions
I'm coming running on my feet for you
9/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
rooster sounding off all up with the dawn breaking work must start today
Date Written: 4/26/2020
1/10/2021 Hi-Ku(6) place promise Contest Judged:1/10/2021 Sponsored by: Brian Strand. 1 Place Rooster Sounding Off
Note For: Bite Size Poem no 17 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Rehoboam
son of Solomon
his power shackled,
impaled upon opinion
misled by scoundrels
sounding off
Some Democrats, the
speaker of the house
maintain their ground
beyond the pale of
socialist opinion
still trawling the waters
July 27, 2019
The pale means the area enclosed by a fence (usually made of spaced planks of wood pointed on the top) and later just figuratively 'the area that is enclosed and safe'. So to be 'beyond the pale' was to be outside the area accepted as 'home'.
~...A mutilated body comes down the hall victim of a crime. Someone pushing the gurnee down under the florescent lights erratically flickering beams. Exiting off the elevator wheeling downward still. Sheet covered body of a corpse yet still, not moving. White tiles white walls and floors.. Pinching squeaking wheels sounding off rounding down the linen covered body.. Two attendants preform a lift picking up the body placing it on the autopsy table.. Mortician weights and measures said body.. Body is said to be tagged a "Jane Doe".. The decease no one knows. From the crime scene to the mortuary no one knows her she's traveled and died alone. Even the technicians shed a tear they do "cry".~
just a pound of flesh
the dead woman named "Jane Doe"
the one no one knows?
5/1/19
For Pick A Title, Vol.4- Haibun Poetry Contest
Haibun poetry form only
Sponsored by;Edward Ibeh
Take a moment to lose yourself,
Lose yourself in beauty.
You'll wonder why it took so long,
To see it as your duty,
To look around, be thankful for,
And count your many blessings,
Instead of griping and complaining,
Sounding off and stressing,
Because your life is not the best,
Everything's not perfect.
In everything you see and touch,
You seem to find some defect.
Well every garden has some bugs,
And every rose has thorns.
We all have some cross to bear,
From the moment that we're born;
But there is beauty everywhere,
Everywhere you look,
In the sunshne, in the rain,
The meadows, rivers, brooks.
Take a moment to enjoy,
The beauty of it all.
It makes one ill to always live,
With annoyance pall.
Inside I feel rage
I am not alone in this
One must face up to one's demons
and conquer them
The world being what it is
we must gather our strength to fight
Politics can be voicous
Yet is is a part of life
Somwhere in the distance
A wild animal is sounding off
We will know peace
ANIMALS TALKINGS
In the manger, away word manger
The animals were also worshipping
In the manger, away word in the manger
The animals were also worshipping
They to were praising HIM, JESUS
The cow says moo and he's talking
and he to is praising Jesus, baby Lord
yes my Lord say's the cow
and he to is praising Jesus, baby Lord
The ox huhht noise liken grunts and he's talking
and he to is praising Jesus, baby Lord
yes my Lord say's the ox
and he to is praising Jesus
The donkey hee haw, hee haw he to is talking
and he is praising yes the donkey talking bout Our Lord
and he to is praising Jesus, baby Lord
All the animals gather round with 3 kings
the mother and father as they all worship the Lord
The sheep says ba ba, as the elephant rows what about the lions
and all the birds
Unlike the days back in Noel
these animals praised and worshipped
So all the animals were talking
All the animals were praising are no born King
And all the animals were sounding off with vocals of your..
Yes my Lord said the Ox
Yes my Lord said the Cow
Yes my Lord said the Elephant, Lion, Sheep and All
Animals Talking
Yes, even they too Praised the Lord
12/21/17
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