Here's a tribute from me to you,
Recalling the old pet cockatoo,
His very vivid vocabulary,
Cathartic swearing, so funny,
He rose at dawn, would greet the day,
Sat on perch, screeched away,
Acquired language eagerly,
Nothing polite from that old he,'
Shared his emotions with us all,
Ended each day with his call,
Sleep tight now, so suitable.
Good night, bird beautiful.
Skip-skip-skip
like a cd
that stops playing once it hits
track number nine
current mindset is one of which
I can't skip over.
I'm reading my life through these
lyrics
Humming to the melody of my own heart.
beating anxieties being featured in a listless motion
remixing into a sadness few summers have known
Attention! Attention!! Attention!!!
Take note, be aware
As we rewind it, let me remind you
What was your aspirations
When you were a kid?
Did you achieve it?
Are you still on it or forgone?
Another reminder, without rewinding
Are you dreaming or having vivid imaginations??
If it's when you're sleeping at night
Wake up, it's an illusion
It's a collection of your thoughts
During the day
The inner man always alert
Rewinding and reminding while sleeping.
If it's vivid imagination
Getup and make way
Imagination
Without action is an illusion
But with actions reality is attained.
Once a naive child
Sought after the sea
To feel as vivid blue
As the depths of it
Ventured in too far
Got swallowed by a wave
Trapped into the waters
Dissolving into them
Hence why I have no body
No place to keep my soul
Passed on all my sorrows
To waves crashing on the shore
Dressed in all black - I'm a fvcking ninja tonight
In search of my princess - to do hee right
In seach of a lady I keep seeing in my dreams
To fulfill the destiny of a young, legendary Queen
For many, many years, I've seen her in visions as I sleep
In my R.E.M. dreams - she's always gonna creep
I'm frustrated as fvck that I don't know where she's at
But I know she's also a witch with a black cat
She'll be about 20 years my junior when we're supposed to meet
Her pure heart in my hands I know I'll want to keep
She'll manifest in ways where I know it's always her
Sometimes in my visions, her body, torso, or lower half is blurred
I'm wandering through a forest - I've never been before
I smell the rain - it's going to begin to pour
I slid my hood upon my head from my witchcraft robes
The hood went over my eyes - and partially my nose
My face will be distorted - to anyone who looks upon it
I've now started this mission - I can not turn around and quit
So I'll keep walking on - picking up her essence to guide
This vivid dream feels so real - but I'm asleep in my bed inside
Romantic moments caught in paint
Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet (Born: 8th July 1954)
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Sunrise majestic, vivid bursts of magenta
and pink streaks of sunset present a dilemma
as to which of the two inspires me more
the promise of daybreak or moonlit night’s shore
Yet I can’t sit here and plumb the depths of this question
lest sun’s promise fade ~
and clouds mar the night in rapid succession
Sunshine
Radiance brightness
Suns light rays
Natural light sparkle bright
Solar
~
Daylight
Sunshine brightness
Gleaming phosphorescence
Luminance coruscation rays
Vivid
7/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
There you were right up there
Front and center stage
I looked at you from where I sat
All senses did engage
My eyes fixed on your movements
My ears locked on your song
Vanilla rosebuds in the air
Embraced and held me long
I tasted of your sweetness
Your voice a voice that calls
It grips my inner being
And echoes through its halls
The jeans you wore were faded
You always wear them well
Thoughts of you persuaded
But to you I won't tell
Lately I've been writing
Lots of different things
Most of them are love songs
Through words is how I sing
They're just my way of saying
The things I want to say
Uno, you know, very much
And it's the only way
Where I can get to give you
Some little petit fours
Tiny bite sized pieces
Of sweets from my heart's stores
And though I sense I'm slowing down
Don't take that to mean
I still won't write them now and then
Because of you I still do dream
Bushes with white flowers,
Leaves yellow orange and green,
Large trees like flowers,
Gray sky, looking mean
A pond full of frogs,
Near an old factory of paint,
Many laying logs,
The weather today is saint!
It might rain,
There is a chance,
It will be insane,
I long to see it dangle and dance
The grass will get wet,
The smell of mud, set
I run toward the bed, wanting dreams to begin
Loving what happens night after night, as I build my empire
It’s not an egotistical world, it is a giving world
Started out with an orphanage
Where all the Little Orphan Annies have a place
Laughing and singing in comradeship,
Loving their lives in the happiest place on earth
I am the ringmaster, so the music is mine
The sets are mine, but the stage is theirs
Eagerly, I leave my “haha so-called-real-life” behind
I close my eyes, knowing I will be introduced to new colors
New shapes, new experiences, new adventures
VIVID PORTRAIT
sharp eye
rich with colour
& tender observation –
patient& perceptive
a visual memory
so meadow green
& more besides
ventured
into
the turbulent,
with a transformative
voice &
flying shadows
particularly vivid
in
timbre
a focus
a moment held
a fountain’s head
that
never wavers
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Vivid Orange
Sky black burnt like sack cloth by the fires
Endless fires vivid orange flames
Always orange as is the screams
Now invisible for they are dead
Bodies black ash blown about
Wind whipped up by the flames
Orange wind this way and that
Like the war win lose win lose
On and on till it simply ended
All dead nobody left to fight
Pull the trigger drop the bomb
Only orange remains so vivid
Like the old sports cars burnt orange
Part of the new world free of humans
Putin went mad NATO stopped him
The rest joined in so the world ceased
Just orange fires burning the skies
Little is now here from before
Ladies' scents
so nice everywhere,
midst the hats.
Every style
making their unique statement,
like garden blossoms!
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