Such as in spindled spongey bargains lips
Casted both bolted skullduggery
Sappily candidly preside barrowed bricks
Philanthropy balled head lettuce apple tree
Restted rustic gondola swaying hips
Pressue mounts of disktoelay on the contraj
I am of I say displaced
An accomphishped barteded dan shunter
Rad taddered is the one “c” that’s blinded
Ship regaurd the paccswn
Angle fram bar grin
Possiticlee no shame
NoThIng-VoGoN
Drowning by the seleural light
Reace darkness flees, run in fro light
Whind Shine
2/28/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Categories:
whin, absence, adventure, analogy, identity,
Form: Vogon Poetry
How does one describe true love?
no measuring tape can do this
even when it's filled with truth
that surface evidence can be a myth
What we would call real love
can be artificial in its effect
that's why friends so much divorce
what a waste so many are a wreck
We need a metaphor to explain it
a red-hot coal fire burning within
this shows the need of the hour
your fingers daren't touch even a whin
In your courting days gone by
that first look and touch did excite
there was something not quite like it
more was your requirement into the night
So get your inner fire burning
make it glow an eternal flame
so your lover will pine for more
hold you both together as a runaway train
Categories:
whin, fire, love, romantic love,
Form: Rhyme
Those songs are unsung,
Those were the soldiers
with name unknown.
Who will sing the songs unsung?
They fought for their land with no fear,
but are here with no name to hear.
They were the warriors of the fight to freedom,
They were the soldiers with great patriotism.
They forgot their way to home,
In search of way to freedom.
I think about them whin I am ideal,
Again I am left with a mystery indescribale.
I know no name,
I know their no game.
All I know is their gift : freedom
Here I sit and sing the songs unsung
For those were the soldiers,
With name unknown
Categories:
whin, 12th grade, care, faith,
Form: Lyric
Storms Inside
It's not easy to cry, to shead a single tear
To allow such vulnerability to appear
But once you start you cant seem to stop
You've just unlocked your emotional block.
A storm suddenly erupts,
Darkness interrupts your blue skies,
No more luminous light on the horizon,
Emotion explodes compromising.
Rainstorms of sobs can pour down,
Like fine rain that soaks and drowns,
Thoughts whirl through your mind,
Like the crashing winds whin,
Making it impossible to construe,
The eye of the storm,
That is now consuming you.
We have no control over mother nature,
Nor her storms she inflicts with such danger.
Emotional storms internal conflicts,
That we try to block with walls of bricks
Can also be uncontrollable without a fix,
All it takes is a single tear to prick.
Crying can help it can relieve stress,
Like a storm cloud once pressed,
Finally clearing the pained dark air,
Leaving a fresh clear atmosphere.
Categories:
whin, cry, depression, imagination, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Yu wanta kno wy ey shud whin yer kontest
Becaws ey em aye gurate speler...yu cee
Ey allweighs cheq mi dickshunery twyce, behst...
Befour ey ryte mi storeys ore po.itree
I Am A Winner Poetry Contest
Sponsor Bobby May
2-28-2019
Categories:
whin, humor,
Form: Rhyme
I use to think I had it all
Now I hope you trip and fall
All you do is put me down
I walk around with a big frown
I used to think you cared
How could life be so unfair
Years later I'm still here
" Waiting" on you my dear
Why am I still here?
I know it can't be fear
Maybe I'm just used to a fool
That barely passed high school
As I watch you lay your head
I'm picturing our old class mate Fred
I wish I had the nerve to leave
Or I had a devious trick up my sleeve
Oh darn you are about to wake
And I become a actress and fake, fake, fake.
07-30-16
For the Cheese And Whin contest
Sponsor: Phillip Garcia
Categories:
whin, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 2
Lady’s mantle with butcher’s broom
dwarf cornel cotton grass so thin,
yellow travellers joy,with buttercup
on sunspurged ,petty whin.
Creeping jenny over silverweed
groundsel& cudweed,balm,rockrose
and agromony with thistle prickly green.
Good King Henry,goose fat red and a full
fat hen,in moschatel with mistletoe
and eyebright mustard so white.Thyme
&teasel so tamarisk in water-peppered bogbean;
grape hyacinth with forget-me-not in a
sea of lavender blue-green.Honesty
cuckoo flower,flax fumitory & fleabane;
musk marsh marigold&daffodil
in scentless mayweed.Yarrow ramson scabious
feverless,&plantain true with pepperwort,
cress seabeat burr buttered blue.
From Flights of Fancy 2003
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Categories:
whin, fantasy,
Form: Verse
Life is full of ups and downs.
Some keep you going while others knock you down.
It is apart of life, no need to whin and cry.
You take the good with the bad and great with the sad.
Knowone ever promised an easy going life.
You must play the hand GOD delt you until the end of your life.
At the end of your journey, our HEAVENLY FATHER was shall meet!
Then there will be no more downs but, us wearing our heavenly crown!
Categories:
whin, devotion, faith, inspirational, religion,
Form: Personification
POST HALLOWEEN
I’m a talkin’ bout them trick-er-treeters last night!
Dang kids cum up on tha porch –
Cum by the bus-loads
Up on tha dang porch!
“Trick er treet!”
Them dang squealee little voices!
Don’t trust none on ‘em
While maw’s a passin’ out nuts ‘n apples ‘n candee ‘n
stuff
I’m ridin’ shotgun a sittin’ on tha porch swing
I’m talkin’ bout a genyouwine 12 gage babee!
Oh it’s not a couple extree candees i’m wurreed bout
It’s them dang Jones twins
Honriest kids ever
An ya caint tell ‘em with the masks ‘n all
Weel tha brats knowed some better ‘n ta come
beggin’ on our porch last night
but this mawrnin whin I waked up look out tha winder
At first I thunk it snowed durin’ tha night
Nope!
Twas a charmin sight
Bout fifty rolls
Categories:
whin, funny
Form: Narrative