Deep in to the shivering waves of mood,
have just met the other me,
through hundreds of inner layers,
unbeknown to myself
they swarmed like thousands of prayers.
A lifetime of constant spirited battle
where tumultuous emotions can not be settled.
All those other exhibited faces that have me defined,
yet many of them still non-obedient in being refined.
Now, my character with several shapeless sides,
will remain yet again on stranger tides.
Tomorrow is an obscure wonder,
where yet again,
another new me awaits to subsequently wander.
When Mr Darcy brought my hand to his lips
Drenched in sweet longing before the scale tips
I, fraught with naivety and desire
Held trust cast into the furnace of mire
Dear friend, two offspring, a dog and a cat
In our fineries we waltzed to 'Take That'
Unbeknown to me, alas we were three
Lipstick etched upon my fine filigree
Teeth gnashing, I challenged indiscretion
He dismissed my genteel inquisition
Contact made with a bedpan appliance
Hence, now divorced in act of defiance
Dear reader, this ends with no tale of woe
On the dating app, I curtsey and go
Our heroine Dorothy is caught up in a storm,
She looks around as she lands, unbeknown will transform
Children’s dreams in an adventurous way,
With her new friends, let’s say hurray,
Magic shoes travel The Yellow Brick Road, not the norm.
They discovered the Wizard Of Oz was human, a con,
But gave Scarecrow his much wanted brains, wow he won,
The Tin Woodman was given a heart,
Which he wanted from the start,
Cowardly Lion made brave , ruled all beasts under the sun.
Witch East splattered by Dorothy's house landing, she was bad,
Grateful Good Witch North, gives Dorothy magic shoes, Dorothy glad,
Bad Witch West dissolved with water, airfoam,
Good Witch South Glinda, sends Dorothy home,
Click your heels Dot, destination Kansas, a fairy-tale grand.
HEADING – FIRST TWO LINES OF JUDY GARLAND’S SONG
Poetry Competition; Wizard Of Oz Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Date: 2024/11/23
Placed 1st in the contest
Ambiance beautiful she stand before me
close in the beauty of the Father be
her heart beats her eyes sparkle her smile
Beautiful God I only see
~
is as the clouds white so shine outward beyond
the blue plane she speaks softly such
a nurture her inquisitiveness so tender her breath
Beautiful God I only see
~
light sweet her quiet ambiance unbeknown to me
her heart speaks I love the god in her all I see
and the God as in her loves me
Beautiful God I only see ??
8/10/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
Once a wokness held my thoughts, i know it now
By the name much taught..' I wore its form and
Mores; its style' unbeknown to so many i carresed
Its wiles..' a hard religious mould created. i was
Aloof and distant, yet most frustrated.' I wanted
Perfection i rehersed the steps..I conversed with the
Devil.?? On better or worse, I blamed the Lord i
Harboured hate, for I was better; and undeserving a
Fate..Of walking with the unclean horde; of so many
Witless, all in full discord.' I didn't; wouldn't look for
Hope, its very essence i regarded a hoax, i was i guess
A lukewarm man? despised of God, the great ( I Am )
Whose greatness cloaked in humble form persevered
To the finish on splintered boards who ate with sinners
And healed the lame gave sight and hope the eternal
Kind..Who walked beside me, no doubt for years.' To
Take away my angst and fear the sense of right' that i'd
Created False and godlike, and with such berated the
Very people, day and night who needed Love that the world
Can't know.' and instead of such much dissention sows.'
Whispers unheard
Among gossips
The truth becoming
Unknown
Gertrude tells Harriet
Then Mayble tells Juliet
That the Milkman
Is sleeping with
Evelyn
Unbeknown to all
Fredrick the Milkman
Was gay
He was happy to
Sleep with
Evelyn
While her husband
Was away
another fruitless day
alas, a buck unearned
uninvolved in the fray
nary a lesson learned
o time, where hast thou gone
where's the spring of my life
whence lovers embraced none
daily struggling in the strife
where, the hours in their haste
have transpired unbeknown
o, the chatter, what a waste
mindly doings of my own
seeking every worldly pleasure
as fleeting as they did turn
wasted o, that divine treasure
youth, begone, not to return
now as I become senile
my soul still youthful and bold
wishes it had seen the Nile,
the Seine, overseas lovers untold
an old man full of remorses
little wisdom, hardly lore
still battling the wild horses
fighter, warrior evermore
for when i stared at the roses
sadly saw with great dismay
how quickly life decomposes
how short is the month of may
then i failed to recognize
that time waits for no man
old age hasn't made me wise
perhaps. when i pass it can
Tapping into our neurons
where only brain cells should go
Past dreams mean nothing now
unconscious thoughts just flow
An abstract realm of reason
touchpad signals unbeknown
Fires up, post-human imagination
our intelligence genes regrown
And so it's all written in code
old commandments redrawn
Binary replaces ancient Latin
age of replicants has dawned
Interfaced with artificial reality
and engaged to usb clones
We marry terabyte processors
reproducing ten billion drones
Reprogrammed ancient scriptures
floods overwhelm our homes
Heaven and hell's using robots
I-God now accedes the throne
By
David Kavanagh
Out on the porch as fall's coolness
Wraps its cloak around me
The sun's angular rising light
Reveals dust floating free
The potted Hibiscus' one blossom
Enjoys sun's soft light rays
Unbeknown that frosty air
Will soon come into play
As the sun climbs higher adding
Warmth to these old stiff joints
And the roosters begin crowing
Offering their encouraging point
There is a stillness and peace
That only God can give
A crow caws his warning to other
Crows cawing up the hill
Big dog came down to visit now
Lying in the sun's soft light
She scratches fleas? and licks with ease
Not disturbed with might or right
Thank You, God for one more morning
To visit nature and
Enjoy the creation made by Jesus'
Loving and gentle hands
Around us all doth changeth as Autumn slowly tiptoes in
Unbeknown exactly were the squirrels hide their winter nuts
To eat when there is nothing, on winter’s coldest days ahead
Ubiquitous hedgehogs hibernate for winter’s longest sleep
My mind not looking forward to dark and dismal nights ahead
Now Halloween, I'm dressed in weirdest clothes I’ve ever seen
As slowly trees will lose their leaves standing proud and tall
Like skeletons, stand in rain or wind as snowflakes start to fall
Written 26th September 2021
Contest Autumn Acrostic Poetry
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
I volunteered in a soup kitchen to help the needy;
the homeless and the lonely, the addicts and the seedy.
For me in the kitchen, it was a place to socialize,
while I was helping out with many others doing likewise.
Susie James who is a single girl had trouble finding work.
Susie volunteers her time so, she is not one who will shirk,
helping out and giving smiles when handing out the soup,
and so becoming well respected in amongst our group.
Alas Susie admitted, with some sorrow in her voice,
when it comes to men she is forever making a wrong choice.
Susie explained that men she’s drawn too always have to lie,
for they are either married or have partners that is why.
So when a young man unbeknown has entered to assist,
Susie’s eyes were roving and she just could not resist,
to call this handsome man across to us and he didn’t balk,
and I heard the conversation as the pair of them did talk.
The first thing Susie asked him; “Are you a married man?”
“Not in the eyes of man”, he said, when answering dead pan.
‘So this man’s not married’, Susie smiled. ‘That’s a start at least’.
“Do you work?” And he replied, “Oh yes, I am a priest”.
Forever Ever or Never
Forever does it exist? Forever is never doesn’t exist. It betrays hearts, breaks bones in its subtle nuances. It takes love, makes it eternal but it’s not. There is nothing just worn down cloth from the gaggery. No one has any right to tell. Love has no name so don’t expect it to deliver your lusty pleasures.
Aphrodite has a mirror_ it reflects your world of despicable lust. Her voice flogs those who use its dance for uppity pose.
Freyja was here with Eros flown away.
I am impassioned with this. Never born_trapped in mother’s uterus_screaming forever. But you released me. This hideous hateful horrid hobgoblin always down inside inner core gutter’s sewer range. Crawling with the dregs- scrags_ slags lovers who have been banished for a dream of sensuality.
Unbeknown to every scab here, I am to see_ relish freedom_ hovering, staggering towards my light, the golden globe IBurning gone but not forever as there is no ever or nowhere forgone. Person of steel lifts me out of the gutter- carrys me on her back to the hollowmen hole. I’m gone.
DAFFODIL GIRL
He saw her standing ‘midst the daffodils
And thought of Wordsworth and his lonely cloud.
Against a backdrop of majestic hills,
To him she seemed a goddess, tall and proud;
A sight that made him want to sing out loud,
To woo her with a lilting serenade.
But he was young and shy and too afraid
That she would laugh at him and run away.
And so he left the unsuspecting maid.
Perhaps he’d try again another day
But unbeknown to him, she’d seen him there
And had felt a similar attraction,
An urge to turn to him, return his stare.
Yet she hesitated for a fraction,
Slightly wary of such interaction.
Would meeting with a stranger be unwise?
She wondered what her mother would advise.
Then, when she turned to meet his gaze,
He’d turned and walked away, to her surprise.
Ah well, she thought, there may be other days.
28th September 2020
Dizain Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Emile Pinet
Haiku
quite is the flat
no children calling you dad
your heart is aching
sadness is oppressive
no song can quell declination
your heart is aching
perhaps a small child
calls your name from far away
your son unbeknown.
... kindness a word a glance a tender embrace
regardless of class gender orientation or race
a hug with no questions or conditions assigned
touch and caress and horizon to be realigned
skin upon skin mind for the rescue of sorrow
soft touch and a cuddle bow and an arrow
that reaches the target of gentle compassion
offering from the heart in unassuming fashion
hope conveyed and shared from one to the other
that reaches a friend spouse sibling or mother
those yet unbeknown and yet worthy of care
a treasure box and priceless gift out of nowhere
there are no boundaries limits or taxes to expend
no stamp in passports only warm affection to spend
goodwill and concern travels beyond any frontier
kindness does not mind if you are straight square or *****
the rewards are immeasurable the interest is huge
no trickery guise or deceit only healing and refuge
from a world engulfed in hatred anger and war
in which random endearment heals right from the core
09th June 2020
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