Captain Picard enters his quarters
after a hard day on the bridge, the
Enterprise had left Klingon space
Tea, Earl Grey, hot
The replicator whirred inaudibly
Damn it!
Cup!
CUP!
Water, soapy, hot
The replicator responded again
Damn it!
Red alert!
.
i watched this her
tramp barefoot
'pon
appalachian stone
root
rock
brown cracked
shoots uv
grass
kiss mine boo-boos
better
tiz true
well
the "watched part"
')
Not a single speck
will remain under my skin,
go ahead love on my neck;
You’ll never again get that close.
Ghosts of the shipwreck
they should remain dead;
Long ago I cleared that deck,
I won’t walk that line again.
Been there before it’s a faded trek.
Out of the yard
daughter Bev & me
on a hot summer day
of Eighty-three
Hastoe to Cadsden,
there and back
eight hours in the saddle..
for our first all-day
hack
Onto the canter path
down to Paines End
through Fox Lane
our route did wend
into a copse missing branches low
keeping the pace
to an even flow
Up to Dunsmore
by the Black Horse
via Little Hampden
we followed the course
down to
Chequers &
into Pondswood
up the hill
as ast as we cpuld
At to the Plough pub
tethered the horses
to the garden trees
ordered a ploughmans
with pickle&cheese
feet up awhile
for a long rest
enjoying a pint
of the landlord's best
then
into the saddle
no more time to laze
off at a canter
in the afternoon haze
Back in Hastoe
as the clock struck four
to stack the tack
on the stable door
Year Posted 2007
follow this bridge to the other side
there is a world there where a troll can hide
you can keep your nudity, so enjoy the walk.
be aware of things overhead that squawk
optimistic troll loved crunchy leaves
he stomped them hard; it was a breeze
the old bridge said ouch but winked his eye
this encouragement made him want to try
he figured it would take a week and a day
to cross that footbridge, but what the hey?
the only thing you have is your time right?
It was scary when it got dark late at night
He heard a WHOOO and it scared him so
He covered up with leaves and refused to go
How this story ends, is anyone’s guess….
Tune in next week to hear the rest.
The meadow has come alive with sight and sound
As I go through the gate, I hear buzzing all around,
The bees are busy working on milkweed flower
Waist-high daylilies and coral honeysuckles tower,
Enticing a few hummingbirds into the crowded field
I snap a piece of sassafras which is carefully peeled,
Soon I see three cottontails on the path up ahead
About the same time, a cardinal flashing by, all red,
I hear the call of a tanager and a mourning dove
Today, there is so much here in the meadow to love.
The narrow pathway is overgrowing with wild carrot
Originally blown over here from a nearby cattle lot
Breezes are stirring up the gnats and dragonflies,
And I keep wiping floating pollen out of my eyes.
As I expected the mother deer has weaned her fawn
I’m surprised to see her here so long after the dawn,
The afternoon sun beating down is now aggressive
I should have known better, it’s becoming oppressive.
I’ll head toward home, foregoing a walk to the river
A sunstroke is threatening; I have begun to shiver.
Written July 16, 2022
A group of three set out on a mountain trek
Beyond the known borders into regions strange
Climbing up steep and rocky paths
Daringly they moved forward
Engrossed by the beauty of the mountains
Flaunting their towering summits
Governed by an instinctive urge for adventure
Headed to the vast stretch of sands
In no hurry were they but in a relaxed mood.
Just a mile away stood the tall mountain peaks
Kissing the seams of the heavens
Lovesome was the evening and clear was the sky
Mild and pleasant was the climate
Never knew any fatigue
Oblivious of time speeding by
Passed across the vast stretch of sands
Quarter to a mile, the trek went haywire
Rapid was the arrival of the night
Sun had gone down in the west
Tedious was the journey in dim light
Unable to travel any further
Vanquished they felt, like defeated soldiers
Watchful they were of hindrances on the way like;
Xerophytes with thorns and humpy sand dunes
Yearning for safety, they retraced their steps,
Zooming through engulfing darkness…..
May.25.2022
Abecedarian Poetry Form Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Jean-Luc Picard cant replace James T. Kirk
with his Earl Grey tea and sinister smirk,
he lacks Jim's youthful physique,
that made women's knees go weak,
and acts more like a Shakespearean jerk.
(Limerick)
04/02/2022
On A Lim Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
"Star Trek"
one afternoon set out into woods
my heart began beating in thuds
all along, saw wild flowers and strange herbs
so pleased, I kept moving on
a jaunt so rewarding
the whistle of a quail fell in my ears, sweet
and the rhythm of the tapping of a wood pecker
also the creaking of dry leaves under my feet-
all familiar sounds to any forest trekker
a soft gurgling sound
from a cataract, I heard~
a lullaby sweet
March.29.2022
A Combination of Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Emile Pinet
a place of peaceful rest
from cursing…reversed
in Paramount Plus
gun slinging verbiage —
trashing the Most Holy’s name
in Star Trek IV, Nimoy
was given his lines —
exposé of colorful language
not heard of in their age
now Picard is old
and the old returns
to the silver-lie-zed screen
screaming in our faces
like overdue feces
a species showing its true colors
unfortunately…throw in sex scenes too
nothing unimagined, nothing civilized,
only the dematerialization
of minds. And the startup
of this series…i’m yawning
nothing like the lively action
of the past. evolution seems
to be a blast from the past.
am i picking on Picard?
why call him JL,
when Jean-Luc
sounded so much cooler
ooh…ooh let me answer this!
it’s a prelude to disaster
of epic proportions
will mankind be saved this time
in the nick of time
the Captain’s apt to fail
his dog is “number one”
his predecessor in spot two
they are in doo doo
bring back a place of peaceful rest -
it’s paramount to reverse
the cursing, the death
of good old-fashioned fun
3/8/2022
righteous trek
I wear the shoes of the righteous I keep walking
I speak those the words of angels singing
The Son comes up to light up our world
God has given us all that's good
I speak those the words of angels singing
O' I receive Him for I believe Him
God have given us all that's good
Abba Father great provider
O! I receive Him for I believe Him
The Son comes up to light up our world
Abba Father Great provider
I wear the shoes of the righteous I keep walking
1/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Sun Rays from te past
in nowadays present tense
tour tunnel of time...
trek to a new mind
there's still a lot of beauty
left for the world view
At Home, Resting After A Sweet Morning Trek
Cool and sweet
Laced with gentle streams
The treasure of forested hills
Forest sighs, and afternoon delight
'neath welcoming sky.
Souls they touch
Hearts they enthrall
Day or night
Embrace this spirit
Soothe with that colorful treasure
O giant that awaits the dawn
Welcome this eager friend.
R.J. Lindley, Sept 03-1973
( After A Much Needed Visit )
mountain crest beckons
as pine trees waft warm zephyr
trail ushers uphill...
...basking midst sunlight
devoid of face shield and mask
my soul thanks* the Lord.**
*Psalm 136:1 "O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever."
(**This second stanza was added on July 5, 2021 after contest was judged.)
June 29, 2021
3rd place, "Summer Haiku" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 7/3/2021.
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