In a pretty rose garden we were having tea, the butterflies were kissing the flowers and the birds were singing.
I asked my dear friend of twenty years, Would you love me if I wasn't a poet? A big smile came over her winkled face,
then a twinkle in her eye appeared.
Oh yes my friend,
your humor is what makes you so very dear. You had your humor before you became a poet, your writings bring it to life for all to read.
Categories:
winkled, garden, poetry, poets, writing,
Form: Free verse
I went to sleep at fourteen
and woke up at forty
A prisoner of reluctance
—casualty of time
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
Categories:
winkled, time,
Form: Free verse
A s usual
B efore bedtime
C ome sit with me he did say
D onald Dennis my grandpa
E tering the inner room curtain
F alling by his bedside we
G athering almost in a circle
H earing his old cracked voice
I nner our heart ears
J ust before he fades up
K nowledge of life and mysteries
L oves to our memories embrace
M ind our tender age
N o man knowns it all , he did say
O pen your heart's ears let them pump wisdom to the veins
P ut attension inner your forebrain pulse before you get puzzled
Q ueer the times and tides
R eminiscence life not bed of roses
S ay ye when you mean ye and no when its no
T hrust not away the truth but trust in the Lord
U se your instincts unbelief goes the broad path
V ine fruitful when vintage is come
W ait patiently your time impatience is a step
forward three step backwards
X ylose by his bedside ,sip little then winkled
his eyes yearn his this words
Y ou recall someday someway somewhat
somewhere when time upon you.
Categories:
winkled, age, blue, children, family,
Form: ABC
Death is beauty only when it’s physical and your –
Soul and spirit goes to heaven
Ugly is beauty causing you to recruiting
Beauty is just a name
For the selfish
And the immune
Beauty is beheld
And I shall not behold
~
Beauty is the newborn winkled baby
Beauty is newfound land you enable
Beauty is Lucifer Satan
For you see he was one of the most…
Beautifulness of all thee angels
~
Beauty is just a name, for the selfish
And unrighteous
To keep down the plain, normal, and quiet
For the selfish as immune
Beauty is beheld and behold
Beauty only beauty when it comes from within then goes out
When you know this then you can shout
3/4/2020
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Written for February 25, 2020 assignment
For Class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Categories:
winkled, analogy, beautiful, how i
Form: Free verse
Africa for Africans
Down the rivers of the east
the soothing wind blows in our minds
shaking our busy brains to rest
making worthwhile living in Africa
bare wind of our own making
Africa of the winkled hands
white teeth under shiny dark skin
gold hearts of marvellous flesh
many but just one
we are the soil on the ground
In the rivers life water flows
down the palm of savannahs there lived wildlife
green forests of all goodness
great wind of all bare brains
however Africa is a dark land of all
Categories:
winkled, africa,
Form: Free verse
Don’t Get Me Irish Up
Me glasses were sitting a-top-a me head
the jam I was spreading was next to the bread
my knees were together but me spindly legs spread
I’m either half way in ---or out of the bed
I have to look down when brushing me teeth
and glue them in tight before chewing me meat
and as for the callous that grows wild on my feet
I find sanding them a sensual treat
Me fingers resemble cold, wintering trees
aging icicles hang from my elbows and knees
the slightest of movements puts a scent on the breeze
and to make matters worse I pee when I sneeze
Me back’s slightly bent, me forehead is wrinkled
when reading a menu, me eyes, yes – they’re crinkled
when I fall asleep they say “ the old boy’s Van Winkled”
and me stories they say are all “Blarney sprinkled”
Me slippers are worn, me legs freshly shorn
the skin of me cheeks soft as the day I was born
but when they break out the corned beef and stout
all of me parts start to dancing about
John G. Lawless
© 3/6/2017
Categories:
winkled, humor, ireland, music,
Form: Rhyme
We spent the night—
once, in non-verbal talks, from rhythmic
folk steps in duple time
to a wild swaying. To enjoy life,
be totally free. A lover, friends
and me. Yes, me. I was there, to be with
them. They wanted loud music and
the exotic juices of an Agape plant, I
preferred a peaceful night. Still we
partied, with the ungentle winds
and my sentiments. The snapping chimes
of woods in lit and the boozes took
us down the field, presenting the earth and
the sky. I watched the night, with
drunken eyes. Ah, there were the stars
and me and the options
yet decided. The stars easily had it, and I dazedly
winkled, welcoming them into my world.
Categories:
winkled, life, nature, social, teen,
Form: Free verse
MY MIND TELLS ME
There is no going to be another chance
Even if she comes back
The door would have been shut
My mind tells me further
“Shut the door of your heart”
And again,
It winkled at me
It is finished
But not like that of the
Cross-of Calvary like that of HIM
For there could be an amazing grace
Of starting over again with another her
My mind still tells me.
Alayande Stephen T.
6.06pm
22nd October, 2007
Categories:
winkled, depression, hope, life, lost
Form: Free verse