witch’s brew took over the stirring herself
using a much larger spoon she found on a shelf
the witch was astounded, and backed up to the wall
a cat clock was so tickled, she laughed and had a fall
The newts and the frogs jumped into the brew
Tasty! Yelled an ignorant one. He thought it was stew
In a way I am, the brew said with a smirk and a smile.
A delicious poison for an elf who had done a misdial.
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The Spirit Stirs
Touched by an unseen dawn,
Scents of divinity,
The Spirit of Light stirs
Near-sighted eyes focus
Mating me with white light.
I don’t speak my mind
believing nobody listens… nobody cares.
It’s no wonder they’re convinced
I have nothing to say !
Endless cycle of the chicken and egg.
What if… I decided to speak up
… to freely say what’s on my mind
and set free that little voice within
… let go closely guarded secrets
their fake pretenses and pedigrees
… shatter that stuffy annoying silence
turn up the volume and be heard.
What if somebody actually showed they cared
what if they really want to hear
… if they took the time to listen.
There’s only one way to find out
I’d have to care enough to ask ~
Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 with lines of 5 or 7 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
1401 Poetry Contest //Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Contest Judged: 8/6/2025 3:29:00 PM
( Honorable Mention )
Written: August 04, 2025
Sunlight warms cheeks--
quiet dawn, dream's sweet adieu,
hope stirs the daylight.
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.-*-.
-- ( ) --
`-*-'
/ | \
i sat alone in silence
letting the sky talk back to me
in all its wondrous glory
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Crashing tides, a relentless assault,
Bitter cold winds, a chilling jolt.
Faces slapped by nature's icy hand,
Entities from the deep, a sinister band.
Waves rise with a thunderous might,
Like demons dancing in the pale moonlight.
Each gust of wind, a haunting wail,
As the ocean's grip tightens, a ghostly tale.
In the abyss, dark forms arise,
Silent whispers, echoing demise.
Deep entities with a grip so cold,
Dragging towards a final resting fold.
Salt-laden air, taste of despair,
A struggle against forces, ruthless and unfair.
Yet within the chaos, a defiance stirs,
A resilience against fate as hope recurs.
Ah scents of Nature stirring up my sense,
Jasmines evoke from past my pleasant times,
Lavenders calm my mind with soothe fragrance,
Lemons stir enigma along with limes.
Some scents ease me, enliven, bring up lull
Or excite, some make me nigh vigilant,
Mints tend to whet my memories made dull,
Lo, there’s no smell that leaves me indifferent.
Of all, the most unique— the scent of rain,
O touches deep within— that smell of soil,
And if I put them all together, then
What I have ah the rarest of them all—
The scent of Nature that stirs me up sole,
O seeking your company soul to soul.
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Sonnets |12.05.2023| scents, Nature
Delighted feeling fontanel open,
petal by petal, displaying its hues,
love aligned, we sense nodes within shapen,
even as ignition within renews,
humming bliss magnetism becomes our muse.
Flow of soma nectar follows its course
as presence beholds, employing no force,
witnessing our dormant nodes come alive,
celebrating life entwined with the source,
vaporising thus, in our heart’s bliss hive.
10-November-2022
I shall not hate
I won't stir up troubles
I shall not take, offense of thee
Quarrels I not
I shall not hold offense over thee
I speak these wise words
I speak with lips of understanding
I have good sense, I am from the Lord
Our God has made me the head and not the tale
I not a fish waiting to inhale
I come from love first love makes up for all offense
Lower your defenses
I love you more than you hate me
Quarrels I not
I shall not hold offense over thee
I speak these wise words
I speak with lips of understanding
I have good sense, I am from the Lord
Our God has made me the head and not the tale
I not a fish waiting to inhale
I come from love first love makes up for all offense
Lower your defenses
I love you more than you hate me
2/28/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
Proverbs 10:12-13
It sits under my stairs,
It's been there a few weeks,
Growing more each day,
I put it off and do other stuff,
I hate that thing under my stirs.
I pass it ever day knowing it's there,
Mentaly asking it "to please go away",
I try to block it out as much as I can,
There comes that day and it has to be done.
An hour spending ironing teashirts, trousers and skirts
I hate doing that thing under my stirs,
After an hour I've had enough so I put it away,
I will go clean the toilet I prefer that anyday.
Pent-up hearts release longing sighs
Winter's paused to reveal blue skies
Spring stirs for a moment, then wonders
When snowfalls will tear her asunder
A patchwork of snow
Lies still on green checkered fields
Melts way down below...
As my heart stirs, renewed feels
Our love yet eager to flow
Winter storm descends
Blinding the world
Windswept, swirling
Flakes in torrents hurling
From a sullen, sinister sky
Somber silence in its wake
Flowers in full bloom frozen
Leaves this morn fallen -- buried, unraked
Night's icy fingers keep me awake
But morning's light stirs my soul
Rays of sun butter my roll
Brighter, every warmer, now my thoughts
With them, winter's battles to be fought...
Perfumed earth abounds in the stir of autumn
While muted golden tones crackle with aging
Twisted, shedding branches coalesce in the touted mist
Mired in feathered, falling ocher leaves drift trailing
While muted golden tones crackle with aging
This cornucopia harvest bursts with robust fondness
Mired in feathered, falling ocher leaves drift trailing
Enriching our October path as a gift of abundance
This cornucopia harvest bursts with robust fondness
Twisted, shedding branches coalesce in the touted mist
Enriching our October path as a gift of abundance
Perfumed earth abounds in the stir of autumn
October 2, 2019
Poets October Pantoum Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
WITH YOU WHEN HARSH FEELINGS DIE (stirs--)
Love when harsh feelings die-stir my heart
fields like gold dreams sticking life
like humming bird's wings ~ hmm and imagine;
a bright sun hangs in place that burns my heart
feels mighty like olden days
when i picked red roses
which left all pink
--dreams which remind me of you
as June's garden full
of odours like when sweet
violets sicken. Then will
be you and me happy?
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