"We know what we are, but know not what we may be."
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616
I write poems of nature, love, loss, grief,
my sweet mentor Shakespeare brought back to life;
writing of past things that creep like a thief,
of morals, visions, virtue and life's strife.
William, my pen is haunted with old woes,
and knocking on my door, knocking- is death;
help me to find the words to fight these foes,
I want joy- not moaning of each last breath.
Yes, will pen sweet jewels of nature's bliss,
my pen is your pen- you are my muse guide;
words of faith, life and of love we will kiss;
Oh William, promise to bestow you pride.
In the end- I will pen farewell, farewell;
and words like birds set free will ever dwell.
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January 11, 2023
Poetry/Sonnet/Life's Wavering Passge
Copyright Protected,ID 01/11/2023
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Shakespeare in 2023
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 01/16/2023
Lake streams ripper’s waves;
Passing by in autumns rings out;
Sunlight shining brightly drips fades;
Waters floating pass noon till night;
9/3/21/ 2021©
For Your Best Four-Line Light Verse, No. 2 Poetry Contest
Light Verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Whisk waverly wanting willows whispering wavering in the Wind~
12/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Choosing Me
I sing today with a joyful heart,
for the dark-clouds had left from wavering over the top.
I wake in the light of the sun now,
and the birds once again sing with me in a relay.
The flowerings' spread all about in the fields,
with the thickets alongside them in balance.
The scent of the lavender and lilacs; I do thee smell,
brings about the enrichment of what you brought to my life.
The hours of my yesteryears will never fade from you,
for you have not only shown what the meaning of life was,
but the bliss of the purpose is hard to fathom.
Thank you, my love, for choosing me!
When you are wavering
Wallowing
Wailing
Get out of yourself
Climb into the soul range of your heart song
Do something for someone else
Uplift them
Inspire them
Enthuse them
There is no better way to insure
That you can leave the quagmire of dodrums
far far behind
If you are not wavering, wallowing or wailing
it is because you are dancing your powerful dance
of helpfulness and living in the community of happy spirits
who know how to uplift and love each other.
Good for you!
hope one last
love witness
forgiveness, bless
tormented yes
but we shall depart
just also for a moment, a moment
a day, a minute
gone with the wavering heart
7/4/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
An ocean of limitless yearnings and ceaseless possibilities
the haunting cry of heartbreak and wretchedness suddenly takes flight
an improbable fantasy yet oh so tantalizing in its unexpected streaks of light
a fascinating combination of wildness and sweetness held in sudden surprise
Unveiled and vulnerable this unwavering madness holds us in awe
weighted with significance infuriating in its inexpressible doubts
yet confident the secrets will remain untouchable in its shifting new life
defying the rules of escape it breaks free unadorned in raw virtuosity
An intriguing secret passage one hopes to follow and yet backs away
wanting the unraveling of the mysteries to leave the realizations of truth
missing and not accepting when reaching to hold what cannot be possessed
strong and unfettered our heart’s desire slips away to the uncaring sea
Time passes as long moments charged with misunderstandings fade
solemn as contemplation of the value paid was worthy of this delay
throwing off all restraint and kneeling by the water’s edge
the reflection of sunlight on the waves dances to a tune not yet played.
The sky is a cerulean type of blue
Built from the dark and fluid art of the lake
The phase like plants enveloped in a green hue
I walk fog like through the bushes for my sake
Land glows a pretty wavering, blinding sight
With the sun enforcing the aura with might
I go onwards into a mirage of time
I can’t focus on anything that’s sublime
No matter my fancy this place is fuzzy
The sun blares on this faded sight that I see
Where the grass is too green leaving me dizzy
Air is open perfectly for me to be
The lake, though very blue, isn’t what it seems
One would think that you would come here to redeem
But you would be delusional to say this
I think normalcy is packaged sure to miss
Russell Sivey
I had plans for my future,
Was so sure would never falter
Working hard towards achieving it
So sure it was just around the corner
People believed that I would
Really sure that I would complete what I began.
But one day something happened
That I never thought would ever happen
Moreover would never let it happen to me
Now I am a wavering wreck
I don’t believe what has become of me
Really thought I had everything under control.
But things have spun out of my grasp
I want to believe that this is just a phase
Am desperate for it to be over
Though I also wish & pray for it to be real
And prove every negative what I once believed
To be outright wrong and justify
That what has happened to me is true and real.
I have peeled off my eyes.
Fear of unbeing creeps in,
genes were escaping.
The thin affair bends
under the burden of vague uncertainty.
A smoke rolls out from choking throat.
A word leaps high from wounded pride.
The author does not know the sting,
blames the ears.
Hails will strike when you open the door.
The past will question the future,
the anguish of infinity.
SATISH VERMA
Calves spasm in the night
warm, wet, wavering candlelight.
Western congestion, returned plight,
the drone of insects, the mosquito’s bite;
Infected, reflected, so much fright!
Warm wet, wavering candlelight.
Calves spasm in the night.
Calm balm, unsanitary redress;
old quandary, old mess;
stomachs tension diaphragms fright;
Warm, wet wavering
Hope for the Light.
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