now we've lost the moon
and stars that spangle the night,
emblems of what shouldn't have been.
falling on burning coals,
our clean faces disappointed.
Stars spangle this verse,
Fabric-love's universe,
Love so unilateral,
Dude still loves this gal,
Magic continues for us,
Flickers, love needs no fuss,
We're abstracts, we rhyme,
Cosmic lovebirds for all time....
Written: January 11, 2023
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Forge forth from force, never from forgiveness,
Don't fumble with the frame of your future.
With veils of past sins, allow some liveness,
Bind the soul's light to its faith by suture.
And dispel the darkness; squander no tears,
But flip the twig and then smile, smile, foresee.
Upon the smudged history of missed years,
Ariose pure soul that's zealous with glee.
Do not be proud of the grieve but believe,
That sacred spangle in your crux should grow.
Such as the striving spirit can achieve,
Gossamer scintilla arcane and glow.
Tinsel charm trees so bright how they shine on Christmas night
white snow falling gently calling, let us claim His light
forward into Christmas we are longing to ignite
as He gentles He potentials, He is power and might
Winter scenes and Noel gleams He is out of sight
this babe of love from up above has come to make it right
Beloved child of God Jul, riding on a mule they arrive tonight
that blessed family made of 3, such is our delight ...
Christ is born in Bethlehem touch his hem and heal thyself
yes he comes to save us all heed the call and share His wealth
lights and candles they do spangle as they roam with stealth
in a stable He is able, child of love and child of health,
Lights and candles how they spangle,
cling us to thy Holy Self...
Pole dancer her name’s Suzie Spangle
Her massive boobs she likes to dangle
They look like ripe fruit
Guys think she’s so cute
Observing them from every angle!
We who spangle wet eyes, salute proudly
our unflinching eyebrows.
We are the rubber band of rubber soldiers;
we who bundle the truth up-tight,
we war poets that never served
demand respect.
Some world weary solders
even claim they buried God
in a foreign field. “How sad” we say
and pray for those of such little faith.
We untested poets
simply ask that those in uniform
honor our literary efforts,
and try hard not to always see us
as firing pen, and paper ammunition,
at the foe,
while they laugh fit to bust.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Dance beneath the magic moon and listen to the flute
the stars will spangle brightly and then render you a mute
Twirl around the trees feel the brush of wind against your skin
the music of the forest has bounce it lives and breathes within
Bap Bap boom boom boom bap goes the sound of the rain
let it trickle down your face and take away your pain
life a technicolor beat in every note pure heaven
twisty water waves that flow with ascension
the music of the nymphs will take you higher than the stars
mayhap it will just guide you, all the way to Mars
Glowing gas station lights, bright
In the smooth endless night
The car rambles on
Down the desolate road
Many shadows have past
Where the indigo black sky is filled
Stars spangle the vault of heaven
Where it meets the horizons gated ledge
Alone on the road
The need drops to close so close to “E”
Almost empty…
I had the craziest time at the Squigglehawk ball
all the Frazzlefairies were bouncing off the wall,
Jellyfunts were swinging their enormous trunks
as they boogied away with pongalicious skunks
Young Squigglehawks gyrated in the balmy air
wearing pink tutus but their fannies were bare
Their antics created a humderendous kerfuffle
Pa panwongled them all with his wangabuffle!
When their Ma vamished some rainbow gowns
the youngsters claimed they looked like clowns
But they adored their lush spinklerly violet wings
and pogo-loged as if their legs were on springs
Ma Squigglehawk put on a spingle spangle spread
with chumley corn spears and warm glitterpuff bread
Pa Squigglehawk had brewed some honeydew wine
it sparkled like silver moondust and tasted so divine!
I flange wanged in the arms of a fit frazzlefairy
but we had to part when the bong went hairy
The next Squigglehawk ball is Saturday at eight
I can’t wait to wange with my frazzlefairy date
Craziest Time At The Poetry Contest
Choice 1: Craziest Time At .......
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
179 Words
07/27/20
We dance like moths to a flame beneath the stars of night
eager to watch the moonlight cast a spell upon the lake
and as our hearts grow wings we take to midnight flight
claiming our rightful place for the sake of love's daybreak
I want to lose my darkness and surround it with your light
and as evening draws us closer I will wish with all my might
that your love will be a sonnet written with a quill of gold
etched upon our faithful hearts , like a poem of old
We will keep each other happy with kisses hot and sweet
built a castle on the moon with a love that can't be beat
when the dance of life is over I will follow you to where
all the stars of heaven glitter and spangle , in the air
as we dance like moths to a flame beneath the stars of night ,
our hearts will grow two wings as they fly, into the light.
The fuchsia ribbon
through her hair ...
more than spangle,
bound tight around
her tenacious heart,
the shining symbol
of sinews sacrificed,
precious flesh ruined,
moments with family
given to contention.
She removed it ...
tenderly secured her
little one's ponytail,
her tears christening
a transcendent hope.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Brian's Select 4, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Ribbon" Free Verse Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
Righteous Love So Grand--
Ragouts doubting dreams
Individual starlet does scream
Grilled tourneys resources
Hot linguine imagine voices
Tourneys inter-vision bloom
Exultant roundelays run
Owns penned ricochet bouts
Understandable spangle shouts
Spangle glimmer goes out
Long roundelays solo run
Own imaginations laugh
Vigorous intellects cry of love
Excellent fillets run fast
Such ragouts shout
Own fascinations walks
Golden shoes holding hands
Romantic imaginations cry
Aggressive fantasies laugh
Narrow conceptions glimmers why?
Deadly fascinations runs back
3/25/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
The luster of the dipping sun
How wondrous to behold--
Its veil encircling oaks and cliffs
With hints of fire and gold :
Then tinselled beams illuminate
A passage down the road;
Mirroring spangle of lanterns
As this heart yearns for warm abode.
On days like this…I seek relief
From uptown’s rhythmic noise--
Where faceless crowds scuttle around
That lulled breaths grant me joys:
While back at home to gather strength
For quickly wanes the light--
Till calm reflections blend to fuse
Embracing hushed midnight.
For BRIAN'S CHOICE H
Singing While Wearing Sandals
What I wonder is who will be one who handles,
Some more problems that do involve scandals;
Frequent shopper,
And show stopper;
Singing Star Spangle Banner wearing sandals?
Jim Horn
heart of yesterday
gone
foretold
dream sold
this stumbles
time in a rope
its neck broke
feet dangling
star spangle
accepting
death
die
die
die
rock hard
am
i
stone thrown
before time began
i
am
woman and man
melting icicle dreams
this was a story book life
woke or to wake up in flames
names forgotten by judgement
my arms separated as breath leaves
what storys of heaven do we believe
this nail driven take me higher love
my eyes cast multiple sleeves
all of them cling to leaves
no fortune could buy
minds reason
reason
with
me
be
fore
you stray
what is longing
hearts of yesterday
?
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