Squalling Poems

A Red Hots Footle Tale

Things sweet
bring heat?

Fed tots
Red Hots

Sore tongue
for young

Squalling;
bawling.

At last
that passed.

Kinder
reminder:

Amuse
and choose . . . 

yummy
gummies!

Life's Calling

sipping cider, and pumpkin spice
nurturing joy, autumn’s sweet price
blessing my heart, leaves keep falling
raining grace on my life’s calling

warm thoughts caress my soul’s intent
these blessings are why I was sent
autumn’s rhythms are gently stalling
raining grace on my life’s calling

jumping in the leaves, such wonder
my heart is beating like thunder
autumn’s gasping winds keep squalling
raining grace on my life’s calling

roaring fires and the crunch of leaves
reminds me that my heart believes
autumn’s ink, soundlessly scrawling
raining grace on my life’s calling

aching verses shed silent fears
singing God’s peace through gentling tears
merry skies steal hearts, recalling
raining grace on my life’s calling

I AM BABY

I am baby 
I have urges  I need 
I eat I have 25 months 
When which I need to
Learn to speak 
Where is SHE I need I need
To feed and learn to speak 
To breathe to be a sign of
My family I need I need I need
Love who are they I have to
Cry for them to know I am
There kin their creed I need
Them to be to be to see me. 
Who are they to me? Where is
He and SHE?! Who are you 
My creed? I need I need I need
To FEED! Do they care I am 
Here I am baby their love is
Here is their affair  I am baby
I am here HERE  HERE I am 
I am BABY! I DEMAND! the 
Treat I need I need and need!
To feed me I need to learn to
SPEAK! Comfort me my creed
Unless I WILL retreat comfort me
I need I need I need my kin my creed
I am baby I am squalling flailing 
Bundled in this blue Heap I am
Baby I am HERE TO BE nurtured
Cradled comforted cooed to who
ARE  YOU TO ME? I am baby!!!
I need I need and NEED here I am
Baby!

Fragile Flower

A single flower of sheer splendour 

Stands so proud and bright

Adorned in beautiful dress

Of petals purest white


Squalling gusts of wind

Vigorously the flower swayed

Now stands the glorious flower

Naked and afraid ……

Available Technological Service

A laptop lightens my mood,
Yet persuades me to be rude.
It’s always told what to do,
Yet in my mind it breaks through.

An iphone aids in stalling
During moments of squalling
Yet no one cares about that,
As everyone likes to chat.

The laptop is my teacher
If it’s not a poor creature
Yet the same bloke is flagrant
If common sense is vacant. 

The iphone is my brother
If us two works together
Yet it would be my medium
If my life’s filled with tedium.

Thus, both souls need your utmost
In shaping the world we boast 
If you want a great service
Thus? No need to be nervous!

Posted on 5th April 2023
Name of contest: Write A Jueju-Qijue Poetry Contest
Sponsor Name: Emile Pinet

The Seagulls

Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine,
They are indeed a lovely sight to see.
No ship will sail with that turbulent brine 
But the seagulls just glide around the quay.

They are indeed a lovely sight to see.
They plunge into the stormy sea for food 
But the seagulls just glide around the quay.
They are a harbinger of weather crude,

They plunge into the stormy sea for food 
Spying sardines, they eat or be forlorn,
They are a harbinger of weather crude,
Ominous clouds gather, and me they warn

Spying sardines, they eat or be forlorn,
No ship will sail with that turbulent brine 
Ominous clouds gather and me they warn
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine

Neon Lady

I see a Neon Lady,
green rain from the clouds.
Yet she is pure evil,
this engraved upon her crown.
Six hundred million people,
into dust on scorched ground.
I see a Neon Lady,
green rain from the clouds.

I see a Neon Man,
bad rain from the clouds.
He's draped in red linen,
his evil death shroud.
He stands with a sickle,
Raving madly out loud.
I see a Neon Man,
bad rain from the cloud's.


I see the Ukraine,
where Patriots are falling.
I see many nations,
are waiting or talking.
The Earth turmoils in flames,
While millions are squalling.
I feel winds of change,
And Hear Freedom Calling.

Change Is Not An Option

Change Is Not An option
Miracle Man 
3/4/2022

At birth,
I began adapting to it.
Today, I’m being virtually dragged,
kicking and screaming into changes I don’t desire. 

If technology doesn’t make my daily life easier
I don’t indulge. I’ve no ego to feed by impressing others,

and I don’t want my life history on a hand held device
that is affixed to my hand like a callus.

Life is constantly altered by change.
you either adapt or those like myself are left behind.
I was born squalling- and suppose I’ll die whining.
Ha

Winter's Came Rains To Snow Winter Now-

Iced feathered snow-capped hilltops
Frozen flaken iced ever squalling over grounds and rocks
Cold cooling winds against the windows
This lady snow capes sub freezing beneath them
Craving eye the sleepy silent snow 
escapes on plowed powder
Caring I heard the attic 
frizzling smelly frozen showers
Jon snowy tree hovers over me
That weather wise weather wise
Via yet the sun blanks and upper skies
Nature calls sweater winter 
Snows on falls from the sky
This is weird and 
I wouldn't like having  winter around
Here yet son blanks in upper
Partly covered by the winter clouds
Still cold breast breeze silences me
Hearing those wins Sub-Zero burching
Deep into the darkness consorting
Much as I marvel the pliable horror Frost
The sound of snow slip plowing sow English
Crashing together through 
Which came gustin gusting rushing winds
I crave the snow 
It is a storm that let's snow skate
 I crave the stormless snowy storm 
I crave the arctic avalanche 
Avalanche alarming rate sparkling I crave
Those the frozen drops of dust 
Rain to snow falls dew now participates


12/18/32
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Call of a Daisy

Where do you go, O lover boy? 
With a heart crushed into pieces 
A body that is deprived of spirit 
And a face filled with creases. 

Come along, and sit on the meadow
See how my chums dance with breeze 
Gracefully swaying their fine stalks
Playfully attracting the busy bees.

Tell me boy, what aches you inside?
What makes you cry and weep in grief?
I'm Daisy, the harbinger of spring 
I can bring you merriment and relief. 

Oh dear! Don't pluck my petals 
It hurts my soul, it gives me pain 
For the sake of your love
Who doesn't reciprocate the same.

Look at the canopy of azure sky
Lend your ears to the rolling streams
The melody created within the sphere
Is more bewitching than it seems. 

In rainy days and stormy nights 
When squalling wind cuts through us
We stand together bleeding heavily 
Only to put a smile after the muss.

We all get cut, we all get ripped
We all get healed, fixed and cured 
Boy, this is the tedious tale of life 
Relish every moment being toured.

Sun and Sand Minichu

Summer beneath clear sky, 
Squalling seagulls swoop to pilfer a bit of food
hurl up high. 

Boys bask with joy
in the sun breezy playful mood. 
Enjoy. 

Blue sea, 
honey-sand you'd
see.

Kites fly in open sky 
as they run in a cheerful mood. 
See!

1/12/2021

Sun And Sand Minichu Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani

1. This is a New form of Rhyme named MlNICHU (proposed by Mohan Chutani)
2. Total12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each)
3. Rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD. 
4. 4th stanza consists of repeat of 1st line of  stanza1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3.
Poem should stick to a chosen theme through all stanzas. A twist can be introduced in third stanza, if required by the theme, to make it more interesting.
5. Syllable count : 
Stanza 1: 6,12,3 (3 times 2,4,1)
Stanza 2: 4,8,2 ( 2 times 2,4,1)
Stanza 3: 2,4,1
Stanza 4: 6,8,1.

The Babysitter

The babysitter could barely read the book, this being the wild.
For a screaming, squalling baby was on her lap, wailing and stuff. 
But she was determined to conquer this irritated unhappy little child.
She was supposed to let her cry herself to sleep, but she was not tough.

She could not stand the wailing, sobbing, anguish of baby.
She walked her and rocked her, and she finally fell asleep at her neck.
Would she ever be back to babysit? She was not ready to say maybe.
But the family came home and paid her four dollars, so she said. What the heck.

Shadows

Shadows

Two silhouettes walk along the surf, sharing thoughts without words.
Feeling cold sand between their toes, as sounds of sweet serenity quiet squalling birds..

Reaching hands, twine fingers meant to touch.
As love surges the eyes engage with trust.
How can this feeling exist so immense with consuming emotions?
No answers are given, it’s Gods secret potion.

The roaring of waves softens the gamble.
This flame can melt the sweetest candle.
Denial wants to push the wrong, while the heart wants to sing a song.
All you hear is don’t let go.
Why now, When not allowed to grow .

Heat from the walk warms the body and jellos the mind. 
Smiles say it all, life is just a trickle of time.
Shadows of two moving towards the horizon red.
Love of hearts, no words were said..L.

A Life of Sailing Abc

A life of sailing journeys
Beckons to embrace
Catching the wind in the sails
Dealbation heaven opening to the cloud full sky.
Early morning radiant sunrise, 
Filling everyone with spiritual pride. Being
Guiding into the horizon all the way out to sea
High tide and off with a full moon navigating by the stars
Idealizing the sea and smell and feel, the tease of cool breeze.
Just pull the sails up and fill them with wind. 
Knowledge of skillful sailing assures a safe voyage. Having
Limitless freedom out in the ocean 
Minds forget the terror of being forever lost at sea
Newfound enthusiasm   sighting shore will 
Oblige thoughts comfort in difficult times.
Passing of so many days and nights,
Quiet twilight nights lulls-tired bodies to sleep. The
Recovering   crew continues to work as
Squalling seagulls swoop from azure sky
Trailing behind the up and down floating sail. Homewards bound
Under the right conditions if the tides and wind permit.  
Voyage takes the route back home with fond memory  
Worlds apart are distant lands
Xenophilia for the unknown 
Yearning, passion search for
Zealous admiration for the sea


5/6/2020

Seagulls and Scarecrows

I, a salty scarecrow, roam the shoreline
          The moon melts soft like butter on the reach
               Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
     While dropping clams to split upon the beach

The moon melts soft like butter on the reach
          Thus drizzling heaven's hem with Hollandaise 
               While dropping clams to split upon the beach
     The giggling gulls high-dive the dawning haze

Thus drizzling heaven's hem with Hollandaise
          The bisque horizon christens bright, the morn
               The giggling gulls high-dive the dawning haze
     Oh such as this, should all good days be born

The bisque horizon christens bright, the morn
          Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
               Oh such as this, should all good days be born
     I, a salty scarecrow ... roam the shoreline.





~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Seagulls" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.

Required line: "Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine"

( Syllables = 10 per line, counted at HowManySyllables.com )

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