seashells
sandy beaches
tan bodies in a row
seagulls pacing extremely fast
keepers
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Winter's hush descends~
a letter pressed to my palm,
ink still warm with love.
The hearth crackles its own song:
tidings of comfort and joy.
Jailbirds
Wards of the state
Who isn’t irate at the system
And does what they have to do
If they can?
Each
Us all
Enslaved
To luck
I am leashed with mittens to my dog
Whom I walk retired in the winter
Park
The young men have chainsaws
Shackled to their bare hands
Cutting back the bush
Elvis sings Blue Christmas to my ears
They
Have the bitter wind
Breaking the tiniest of sticks
Any of us could run free
Fleeting
As it would be
So we obey
Hoping the best for one another
That kind of defiance
That kind of wave
Whatever it takes to survive
Passing by
On Christmas Eve.
Bass fishing off the dock
The repetitive act of casting in silence
~ Faithful dog by my side
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
A whiff of cedar, strong in the air
Joyful cries as days grow near
When single a day, makes men wonder days
Moving about without delays
With sales rising to fullest in spike
As domestics cry out and plants alike
Tunes cheery, food savoury and dance happily
Yet man starts to act rather humbly
But wait, there more to this sunny side
More crimes arise near the glad tide
When the struggle for cheer brings out horror
Turns tidings of glee into something sour
A thief to steal and a slayer to slay
To each with intent of getting some pay
A toy for John, a doll for Jane
Tears left along, as they attain
What a season of festive glory!
Leaving someone out there, safe or sorry.
Midwinter - means
transparent ice walls
pressed against shrinking skin.
Dead-eyed horses are revived
only by the steam of their nostrils.
No one predicts a beginning or an end,
'mid' is a frozen idea
in an ice-locked fountain pen,
it will not write even in warm hands.
Killer clowns' shelter behind
their fixed, blood flaked grimaces,
the whites of their eyes
reflect pinpoints
of a dawning apprehension.
Roads decelerate,
creaking through knuckled hands.
Chilled mounds toboggan off rooftops,
dump malformed snowmen
through unmeasured backyard graves.
At the hazy horizon of each grinding day.
midwinter blurs perspective.
This is the middling 'Mid'
a middle where the mind stops flowing
up or down.
caroling tidings
of minstrel magpies
warbling jingles
Dear beloved,
I bring you glad tidings
To some a hard pill to swallow
Others, its fills the hollow.
For I've seen it all
Our vows are unbreakable
We fall, but we always stand tall
The bond we share is unshakable.
Joy in marriage, blood to life
Is not something expected in life
But a mutual strive between partners
Takes responsibility and harmony.
It all builds on love
And the essence of love is confidence
Confidence in your partner's judgement
Confidence in their honesty and fidelity.
Embrace this, as we do, and find peace
For happiness in marriage does not come in ease
But its benefits are boundless
Therefore its quest endless.
Deluged with the nostalgic era of you,
Your lush verdant scent lining
Wistful sentiments upon idle reflections
Scattered in fragments and fine dustings, as
I acquaint myself with futile intricacies—
Devoted to your unwritten absence,
Wandering in a haze of misty wastelands,
While you eternalize your presence in our
Heart of hearts and in the
Cavernous corners of our souls, with the
Delicate air of you—spilling your love—
Memorializing the tidings you’ve nurtured,
Within our once piteous existence,
Endlessly rising in honor of you.
You look not your age, due time knocks...
Beauty is key to the prompt guise locks,
Off eyes gauge that seek thy real face
Value, be known to mind's pencil trace.
Aging stories are not cook up
To scare the young, but to check them up:
For young people to live the best,
Before old age takes account for rest;
Cum benefits on what to feast,
And be careful of the youthful beast.
From my bottomless mind, I toast!
To grace and peace of heavenly HOST:
In its warmest kind, to keep gay-
Your body, soul and spirit all day...
That joy, love and money keep fit
Thy weaken loopholes warming to quit...
The existing trial and error,
Everyone chase on earth with terror...
In struggle and strive for oneself;
Keep fit as you shine stars for yourself.
First love's treats and delight are young:
Ever apt and excellently strong.
Distance may set us far off sight,
But intact memory lane, ease plight.
Ojo Oladayo, be glad!
Birthdays are never been to be sad.
Happy birthday dear, age off hell..
And grow to fulfill destiny well.
Awaken a new this new day dawn
but the rising heart opening your eyes
to see something new that you have not before
embracing the air around you look up Hold Your Hands Up
in Praise and do acknowledge God and all his sustenance
give Him praise why you're in his ever-present
thank Him for this new day dawn
thank Him for keeping you from harm
oh! blessed day that comes your way
be thankful for everything you have this day
and as you awake your task to start
remember it's our God that beats ~your heart
Glad tidings good new day
5/16/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Spring heralds wellness of natural glow
Creation zest birthing bud, bulb and bloom
Wondrously greeting with hope-filled hello.
Highlighting beauty of garden tableau
Designed by the Lord Who overcomes gloom
Spring heralds wellness of natural glow.
While welcoming abundant blessings’ flow
Spring birds chirp in glad symphony costume
Wondrously greeting with hope-filled hello.
Cascading crystals conquer crisis’ woe
As abundant harvests waft blessings boom
Spring heralds wellness of natural glow.
Flower terraces in radiant show
Bring cheer midst daffodils and lilacs’ zoom
Wondrously greeting with hope-filled hello.
Enthralled by grace-delights hearts can’t outgrow
Grateful that God restores* to vanquish doom
Spring heralds wellness of natural glow
Wondrously greeting with hope-filled hello.
*Psalm 23:3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
May 5, 2022
1st place, "Springtime Villanelle" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 5/6/2022.
A good new day wonderful you are
gracious beautiful glad tidings to all
4/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Tidings of Joy
Ornaments, glisten,
Time we send our best wishes,
Our fireplace, roars.
Form _ Haiku
12/6/2031
There is beauty to be found in December snow,
drifting upon the wind, where gentle breezes blow.
A month of glad tidings; wreaths of holly and pine.
To memories, we sing farewell in 'Auld Lang Syne.'
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