I love you little Bluebird
Incredible you are
I hope someday to marry you
I'll wish upon that star
Down on one knee I'll ask you
If you would take my hand
And turn that ring of promise
Into a wedding band
We'll walk the aisle, no drama
Cowboy boots you'll wear
And I will be in denim jeans
And I'll still have long hair
And then it's off to Paris!
A chalet at Lake Annecy
To live the dream that I first had
Of France with you and me
Esc Que Vous Avez,
Le Pensez de Prend?!
Le Portrait, .... Vivaldi,
De Louvre, .... In Song?!
A to Z 1 to Infinity - , Eureka's;: N O M O?
VOILA!
Being kicked to the curb
while skipping to the loo
my friends.
Now back to my shake and bake,
small town of Hilo,
that sits on the bay
below erupting
Mauna Loa &
the 100+ tremors
daily since it began
this past Sunday late at night.
Aloha Hilo Poet William
Au mois de Marie
À notre belle Mère
Faison une prière
Rajeunissante
Époustouflante
Au calme du vent
Je vous entends
La voix plus haute
Au dessus des côtes
Charmeuse
Miraculeuse
Une famille souvent visiter
La raison vous le saver
À la fête des mères
Oublions pas le Père
Le miracle apporter
Dieu a semé
Sur terre
Amour d'une mère
Notre famille de Jésus-Christ
Uni c'est bien produit
My favourite spot is the South of France,
where I met my new love during a dance,
she spoke only french with a lovers lisp,
tall and elegant in a white gown crisp.
I knew but little of this foreign tongue,
where few words are said others stay in lung,
who gives a damn about this new language,
when with one beautiful I could engage,
I shook with her hips and danced in tune,
both full of French wine in that month of June,
drums and violin, loud female singer,
love in the air, good reason to linger,
shoulder to shoulder with our backs to back,
we took each moment, never were we slack,
soon it was midnight and the clock struck twelve,
she kissed my cheek and took of her silk glove,
end of evening but beginning of love…
….
that’s the reason, I love the South of France,
speak no French but fell in love with a dance!
Written 19/0/2022
My favourite Vacation Poetry contest
L Milton Hankins sponsored
10 syllables each line aa bb rhyme sequence- couplet form.
***Le Minuit Avec Vous***
The Midnight With You
To have a sensual repast with thee,
Upon a midnight, beneath our beloved
Oakwood tree!
Whenst the world, not a sound doth make.
Just lovers lips heard, smacking of
heavenly, baked earthen cakes.
Goblets, golden with jewels that doth
laugh and twinkle
This midnight repast we, sipping wine
so deliciously, swirl with our tongues.
Finding our bodies tingle.
We, the Romeo and Juliet of our day,
Unashamed to celebrate our lives in our
own private, hot foray.
Only celestial guests join us, the heavenly
moon and we...verily faint at the beauty of
our guests, the constellations.
Kissing unabashedly, in front of these guests.
Which human would have any reservations?
This very silent, intimate space on God's
firmament actually took place.
At midnight be, 'twas the blessed you and me,
Under the eyes of God and His most loving face!
July 10, 2020
6:30pm PST
Circumstance so familiar by memory painted sphere,
nuances of colorful thoughts looking through that window there.
The same song that gives this canvas its dimension,
doors to the threshold by mystic reason as ascension.
Generous nature in divine synchronicity is taken care,
the reservoir of unfulfilled dreams is waiting there.
Stairways leading to the rapture fields of grace,
surprised and wondrous why I see your face.
Still so exciting to talk to you in myriads of sense,
never understood that metaphor of our consequence.
Tasting your salty skin in my mind while talking,
another round of detecting motions rocking.
Your charm in smiles and laughter so symphonized,
feeling already by your comfort so baptized.
How can it be that this foreign land you are?
sitting on my stoop like a tempting avatar.
Changes with no name, disguised and yet the same,
or do I have to see that image in a different frame.
Unfinished resolutions from destinies whisper,
choices by subtle conscious to consider.
Facets of love light reflections to polish the spirit crystal,
visions of transitions incomprehensible.
I'm getting all excited
I don't know what to do.
I'm going to meet some people,
some people who are new
I'm sure it will be grand
and we'll have a smashing time.
It's all to do with poetry
and stuff that doesn't rhyme
It's 60 miles to get there,
give or take a mile.
It's certainly an effort
but it's going to be worthwhile.
I'll take along some samples
of poems already done.
I hope they find them interesting
I hope they find them fun.
Wish me lots of luck
as I head off on my quest
I'm quite prepared to give my all,
prepared to do my best.
So let's see how it goes
although confidence I lack,
They hopefully will like me
and I'll get invited back.
BEAU VOUS-BEAUTIFUL YOU --- French verse-
Chérie, belle toi
et je suis donc entouré par votre vaisseau
Je et soif de votre attention spirituelle
Chérie, belle toi
Main moulée et façonnée par le père
Placé dans le ventre de votre mère
Telle est la naissance
Un juste vrai
Oh, mon amour, mes côtes vérités impressionnantes
Naissance dans le péché,
hélas maintenant né de nouveau
Le plaisir mien
Vous êtes si belle, si bien
Ça prendrait tout le temps
Revoir éternellement,
Chérie, belle toi
Grander, des merveilles de beauté
May God bless you my darling dear
que Dieu vous bénisse mon cher
BEAU VOUS
Beautiful you.........
1/17/19
written & arranged by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
We lucky people with ADD,
Sometimes seeming not-all-there, mais oui,
At catastrophe, leave folks in awe,
With our Arc-de-Triomphe-esque sangfroid.
Hello! It is a simple word.
Say it to me, don't be so cold!
Every person wants to hear
People's greetings standing near.
This one word can be like sun rays
It can warm you, light your grey days.
So just do it: say “Hello!”
I'll reply and we may go!
I pushed the red button
The one that said don't push the red button
And ended up on the other side
Of something out of nothing
I was in another world
Another space and time
Where I appeared to see what looked like me
As I, me, and mine all intertwined
My guess is this is the universe
If I ever had my doubts
Parallel as far as I can tell
Or somewhere there about
When suddenly I walked up to me
Mono to Mono, Man to Man
Since I am me and he is me
Should we hug or just shake hands
That's when I asked myself to dinner
Where we had a pleasant time
I found out through all of this
That I'm a pretty likable guy
He as me picked up the tab
And me as he paid for the tip
As I insisted through all of this
That I'd get all of it
We talked about what I enjoyed
And much to my surprise
Everything it is I like
So do I
As we were both eating our just deserts
This info happened about by chance
That this wasn't at all a parallel universe
But the Southern most tip of France
I was wondering while I was out with myself
Why he was speaking French
Now that I think about it
It all makes perfectly good sense...
I'm having trouble with
The voices in my head
While I speak simple english
They speak fluent french
So I never really know
Just what is being said
Which makes it hard to understand
The voices in my head
I never know exactly
What it is that I should say
Did I arrive at the conversation early
Or am I much to late
Either way I hate to make
The voices sit and wait
While I pull out my French-English Dictionary
And flip through every page
So now every Tuesday
Since Tuesday last
I have been preparing
By taking a French class
So I'll be at the ready
To give an answer back
In case the voices in my head
Ever feel the need to ask
a subtle hum
something moves, not physical
gravity bends my center
i can feel my face blush
sense my pupils open
if a stare enough
a warmth starts to grow inside
my thoughts racing
nothing could satisfy
only drawing in air between us
closing distance
holding close
holy knows
heat from your body
I remember
even if I close my eyes
breathing through my nose
learning your shape
with my finger tips
tending enjoying how tender
Deja vous, still feeling new
this comfort is contagious
hope much more fleeting
than such a sudden meeting
of smitten honest
open like a gurus chakras
pacing so the heart
can learn the song
Terror takes its toll. Revenge makes humanity bleed - profusely. An elegy breaks the eerie silence. Sneaking suspicion fills the air. Wary eyes searches beliefs in the heaps of flesh and blood. Ransacked hope seeks refuge in your heart.
Reincarnate
Socrates within
to ask a few questions
Who makes monsters?
Who sells arms to them?
Who gains from theses conflicts?
How many babies die unfed?
How many fields are still barren?
How much wealth would you carry, after death?
How many Seegers you need - to sing?
How many Lenons you need - to make you imagine?
How many Poets you need - to dare?
To bell the cat.
25.11.15
Contest : Haibun Freestyle
Sponsor : Scott thirtyseven
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