Early morning robin’s tune,
clean warble, tweet, lull,
dawn presage melodic,
on steel gray branch,
orange-tint red breast,
neck and chest pale blue,
proud perch, peak poise,
canny eye squint alert,
a shrewd bird winking,
model smart phone cam,
a mild tremor in hand,
as I point this device,
to capture scenic glory,
I can oft reflect on,
with cluster and clan,
that spellbinding snap,
one recalls on record,
oh oozing charm at,
that rapid fire speed,
now oops where has,
haunting creature fled,
pictures now lodged,
in the back of mind,
my one true solace,
in lieu of botched,
endeavour on film
Another gritty grimy old town with echoed din
who sees how many secrets it keeps within
where at day's end amid traffic's sound
some head for home some run around
with rain-washed windows in hotel rooms
whenever there I do roam
through wind-swept streets at midnight
and hold long-distance conversations on the phone
and that dirty old river forever flows
who knows how many places it goes
as the ships come in and the tide rolls down
some make it safe some run aground
and oh those winking blinking lights
filled with promise of earthly delights
will take you shake you
make you feel all right
strings tug-ging, pull-ing,
notes spark-ing, wink-ing.
She is my girlfriend;
Flirts she's gorgeous and happy
With the winks eyelashes...
and fluttering eyelids
teases me I feel so loved
5/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
The stars to charm the dark are winking
And sleeping birds in twos cuddling
Softly fresh dew kiss shrivel grasses
Interlock in a tango are the palm trees
As gentle wind whisper them love ode
But, with a dead night I lay down cold!
feel the earth spin slowly
beneath my feet
like a cat’s eye marble
in the dirt on our knees
the circle is drawn
and we play for keeps
with our game under thumb
we measure in inches
as we shoot for the stars
broken circle
broken strategy
directionless we scatter
feel the earth spin slowly
beneath my feet
like a cat’s eye marble
see the twinkling
in her winking cat’s eye
Have Been Hood Winking
There always will be those elements
Who are opposite aa well as opponents
Of what is out usual way of thinking
Which had become a lot of hood winking.
What they will mean may be hard to tell
And part of plan having been hard sell
Program or even a possible policy
Where you often will find a fallacy.
Then there are those who do trump in
Our lives which will get under your skin
This more then likely drives us insane
Becoming part of a political campaign.
When compaign is completely over and done
And Hillary for President has finally won
Normalcy once again we will have found
Love in White House hearing her sweet sound.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Once he winked, she blinked
Soothing stars of love released
All their dreams came true!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 NOVEMBER 2014
Where the road crosses
and
paths overlap; Where
daggers sharpen and intertwine,
there the standard
answers will reply,
"I'll be there.
Look for me,
I'll be there."
Walking and living, they have
been done.
People walk in the door,
others leave by the window.
Some voices have been heard,
others forgotten.
Sunset or sunrise, neither really
matters.
Water pours into a tub.
Sins and lies neglected
by the washing.
"We really like the same
sort of ice cream",
I think as thinking becomes
yet one more surprise.
And so we can stop fabricating
excuses for not being nice
to one another.
Instead pick the thread
that promises
compromises.
"Be of good cheer!" the
mumbling metal monsters
mutter as they wink with
open eye.
"I'll be there.
Look for me,
I'll be there."
Winking Man Hill
Rock shaped like a witches face
Drive past and it winks at you
Winking Man Hill it’s known as
But you daren't wink back
Wink at the man, you may crash
There’s no-one to help you there
Except the Winking Man pub
Bed, Board and Garage
~GG~ 7/12/2012
Contest Entry for 'Natural Dodoitsu sponsored By R Sivey
a new riddle for the Sphinx
concerns terrorist high jinks
when our free-world countries blink
does bin Laden wink?
*For John Freeman’s Dodoitsu contest
yes the young
a great thing the future
to them vibrant with promise
pulsating with anticipation
fragrance of flowers
yet to bloom
bursting
with enthusiasm
for what is to come
guessing wishing hoping
through starry eyes
spiral of life
swinging spinning
away from but
still connected to
the swirl
of what was then
what is now
and the mischief
pleasant surprise
in the grin
in the hints
of a winking
tomorrow
I was too busy winking
To see you with one eye
Must not have been that important
If you couldn’t stop
For only just one second
And let me see with both eyes
Opening them up
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