Ahh, ahh ahh choo
Gesunheit ahh choo
Ahh, ahh ahh choo
God bless you
Something irritates
Myself inner being
Acknowledge health mist in breath
Accentual Verse poetry type
9/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Today, Christian believers still
Reject one of God's commandments,
As to God's words, "Thou shalt not kill."
No religion sanctions war, but
Sins of omission are still sins;
God's will isn't open to debate.
Religious leaders aren't good at
Edifying God's written will.
Shamefully, many willingly
Sully the meaning of God's words.
Interpreting God's commandments,
Oft justifies Man's transgressions.
No one can override what God
States is a sin; His words are clear.
H-appy
A-nd
N-oble
N-ote
A-bout
A-nother
L-ovely
Y-ear
S-imply
S-tates
A-wesome
G-reeting
E-xpressing
L-ife's
L-ively
E-vent
Topic: Birthday of Hanna Alyssa Gelle (May 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I walk through life daily
Not knowing if anything is real
I see people in pain daily
And just don't know what to feel
I eat the food you eat
But the tates is so bland
I hear the music u hear
I just nevar want to dance
I wear a smile like clothes
Knowing it's what you'd rather see
This weight I carry is everything
Everything made just for ME.
A-crostictractys
R-hyme
I-n
E-xcellent
L-ine
S-tates
I-mpressive
L-yric
A-s
G-ood
A-s
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Ariel Silagan (January 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Watch the rodents and regulars
Sifting through the spiritless so-so
Of their sake.
Rushing for a room
In the established B&B,
Avocados and aperitifs
Swelling their bellies and slowing their minds.
Always wary of all their wares,
Reapers of replication.
The competition of the committee
For no tribute, nor travesty, just toll.
Watch the stickmen and society
Parade through the pith paths
Of their poetry.
Dawdling for the day
In the extraordinary ordinary,
Tates and Tatt
Warming their bellies and fizzing their minds.
No wares or too many to care,
Makers of mavericks,
Challengers of the committee,
For just tribute, or travesty, no toll.
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
The first gardening of the year maybe is small beer
Tightening tired muscles digging the seven by nine,
These great beetroot symphonies so divine where
Rebellion rife not growing this, but the runner bean
Its bright red - orange flowers and pods profuse
Straight and long or turbaned at the tip to try to be
Better than a neighbour's, though I dare not place a bet.
One has to grow tates that Raleigh brought over the Pond
That until a few years ago was no appetiser, being grown as
Fertile compost, but now are edible with butter sliding down
Their crevices even if their shapes arrogant supermarkets decry
And leeks to complement daffodils in the flower garden and mint,
That the Irish bard of our century wrote well its composition, its
Colour, shape, and sharp but pleasant smell and strawberries few,
To share with the garden birds theirs and ours keen cream appetites.