chances of me leaving home
chances of me donning blues
chances of me wearing a flight suit
chances of me being chosen
to carry the sports flag
chances of me staying
what chance do I have to find love
chances of living a life apart
from what I had known
chances of being whistled at by ships
chances of the greatest adventure of my life
chances of boogie boarding the Pacific
chances of kittens
yes, kittens…mom wasn’t a fan
chances of tempura and teriyaki
chances of children in muumuus and leis
chances of sunshine and rainy season days
chances motor pedaling a bit far away
what we won’t do when we are pinch-cheek young
chances of wading, submerging, merging
with (parrot- butterfly- trigger- trumpet- ) fish; and tangs
chances of Hanauma reef and frozen peas
chances of being half a world away
chances of my son finding love in Guam
chances of my daughters marrying Southerners
chances of happiness
chances of me leaving home
Categories:
tangs, life,
Form: Verse
Captive of spells by all rhymes and verses
Seized in tangs of thoughts and emotions
I gain joy, love, comfort, strength and wellness
They rob my stress and tensions.
As ink spills down from my deepest blood streams
I release my imagination with thrill
All my hopes, wishes, aspirations and dreams
all freed by the tough handcuffs of my quill.
Poem is a sanctuary of my peace
A cloister where I ponder and meditate
Another calm place to pray on my knees
I feel, slavery of words is my fate.
Devoured by my passion of poetry
I’m like a craving monster, so hungry.
Categories:
tangs, poetry,
Form: Sonnet
find blue summer in the undulating
fans of the kelp forests’
kelly green
swirl aquamarine waters
lemon tangs and
silvery blue angelfish dart,
dive disappear in a cloud
of color near
fluffy white sand bottom
the jet black stingray floats
like a kite
ripples ruffles flips and fusses
stops abruptly to let the
sand grains settle over wings
burying all but two round pearly
black eyes
ever observant
en garde
sunny red and vivid yellow
clownfish mingle kiss and
swish within the caressing
tentacles of the purple sea
anemones their symbiosis
on display
lit by golden shafts of
sunlight stabbing thirty and
forty feet angled through
the feathery kelp limbs
amber seahorses buck and rock
with the ocean waves
and currents of deeper cooler
waters flowing like underwater
rivers through the warm
buoyant waters of the
colorful kelp
Corals in colors carefully
chosen by Poseidon for their
elements of smiles, giggles
and warm hardy laughter
sea cucumbers decorate
the sands surrounding
the bases of the
kelp as they reach stretching
up to 300 feet to the
tossed gyrus and
sulcus of the ocean
sea foam surface
Categories:
tangs, beautiful, light, ocean,
Form: Free verse
Remotely waters flow
Influentially in glows
Many flavors Kool-Aid
Tangs mixes
Soarid colored intact
Racist people react
Broken leaves on the trees
Embalming feelings what gives
Fashion departures
Dark burst peoples hurt
There's no room for the colors
Placed in a paint can
Mixed in a shaker
Stirred not shaking
As the Omni One
Ends racism
10/5/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
tangs, analogy, anxiety, humanity, prejudice,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Love's the spice of life
and life's the “meat” of being;
love is like flavor
which adds the tastes and tangs of
joy, sense and meaning to life.
Categories:
tangs, food, humanity, joy, life,
Form: Tanka
one lovebird sang her last notes
here i am drunker than a skunk
trying to write fast as a slam
i sit looking to wet my whistle and dunk
a past basket and score with her prim and pram
i lost to her good graces on a lost prayer
of coffee and a roll of good will
she thwarted my advances and cares
looking for another booby to fit her bill
so the pictures painted in bright red
forget me grabbing her silly and going to town
or heaven forbid of thinking of taking her to bed
so we know why i sit here a little down
theres fish that are swimming in the sea
colorful tangs and parrot fish but i like her
shes kind of unique and care free
for theres something about her that makes me stir
so the story has been told that shes tied up
in a knots and mysteries leaving me an empty cup.
connie pachecho
3/23/17
Categories:
tangs, break up,
Form: Sonnet
Sand swishes between toes, pulls you toward peace
the palms fanning you, slowly, like a lover feeding grapes.
Birds peek shyly from the understory, sometimes hover
and chirp-nag you for disturbing their nest.
Every wave splashes me toward the permanent home
beneath the sea, crabs praying on life, tangs spitting
more sand, and more sand, its caught in my eyes
and I most doze, bake and doze, submerge, swim
until its only my toes realizing there is life, sand
edging up on me from every side, counting the lines
down to where there is an end, breath choked off
because all the sea, and sand, and prayers, and prey
can no longer get to me. I've walls of peace swaying
gently like a snake hypnotized before the charming pipe
to say come home, and know I'm always home,
always home, praying, praising, the rise and fall of sand.
Categories:
tangs, beach, leaving, life, time,
Form: Couplet
I slept with the night
and sadly woke beside the chill
of a
early morning.
I will never shake the hands of
time
that pulled the comforting night
out of my sleeping arms.
For breakfast, there's nothing
to me like a hot cup of sunshine
with a piece of left over moon
from
last night.
Inside frame of my window
I saw a forest of rooted trees,
all
coated in branches green of
leaves.
They trembled against the chills
of the
morning wind as they wait
patiently
for a sun to born,
because the sun we use to know
gravely
fell off the edge of the horizon
and meet its demise.
The echoes of every dawn are
screams of silence Combined
with tunes of birds.
Toward the east of the white
sky mother-nature finally labor
and conceived a rising
sun that politely shine.
A rising sun that tangs skins and
brightens smiles.
A rising sun that have the
courage to protest against the
rain.
A rising sun with rays of hope.
Categories:
tangs, nature
Form: Verse
I asked him to drape me
in saffron robes
embossed with his magic,
he employed the staff of truth
and strobed my sight against time
I arose from sleep a maiden
and now,
return to slumber a warrior,
my flanks were beaten in the fray
and my sword lost,
but as blood trickled down my forehead
fear brought a gift from the ancients
~~~
I’ve cut my hair
and shaved my head,
a mongol
armored for war
my mouth tangs
incessantly
and I can taste blood
Categories:
tangs, health, imagination
Form: Free verse
Areola trips
Sensations con,
Tour arête
In ambience sighs
O! Deliverance;
Valley of flower
Tickles raw to whiff
In orchid bloom:
Dribbles embrace
Fragrance tangs
Lewd connections
In love fascination.
Categories:
tangs, love
Form: Free verse