We mortals are known for waging good
And gallant fights to ward off some of
The fury of mother nature. We often
Succeed in fighting, defending, and
Minimizing her calamitous effects,
But we can never wip Mother Nature.
I once lived in an area that fogged
Heavily certain times of the year,
Especially late nights and early
Mornings. The heavy fog sometimes
Caused much damage and loss of
Life in anto accidents.
Some motorists equipped their vehicles
With fog lights to aid in their visibility.
Unfortunately, the company vehicle
I drove did not have fog lights.
When driving was required under such
Conditions, I often sought the tail lights
Of big rig trucks. Their big red tail lights
Would usher me safely through the fog.
Thro song land anks thor fall e thish;
Fy morpoise pere his ow nulfilled.
Fespecially e thackerel:
Mes, yose tharticulary pilled.
Ne wall sheturn ro tairer feas;
Se wip flour ails, tand ave woodbye.
Gand ould shou yever ome cour ay,
Wease pling brore mish, fes, ying brit igh.
Spring Love
Willow
And the Cherry
Now know,
In time
Their love will grow
Sublime.
Limbs touch,
Her petals fall.
They clutch.
4-23-21
Picture number 3
~First Place~
Finding Your Musette 2
Contest Judged: 4/24/2021 6:10:00 AM
Sponsored by: Joseph May
*Musette form created by Emily Romano may be viewed at:
http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/musette.html
When the Sandman’s near
I can almost hear
his soft footsteps breaking ground.
With his tender touch
my eyes feel so much
as he sprinkles sand around.
I don’t want to sleep
but I want to keep
all the dreams he has for me.
So I welcome sand
from his gentle hand
and I drift off peacefully.
April 12, 2021
* Nursery Rhyme 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Poetry form: The Alouette
The Alouette poetry form invented by Jan Turner view at:
http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/alouette.html
Receiving Help & Giving Back
I was receiving in believing
Receiving help
O Lord
When I needed covering you covered me
And O Lord when I was hungry you fed me
So I took that example
Gathered up my family
So we went to the shelter
And serve food to the less fortune
They were unbelieving
We took our time out
To serve others because they served not
So they took that example
And they so thanked God
They said bless you Hallelujah, Amen
8/1/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
For North Omaha Writer's Group/ N.O.W. GROUP
W.I.P. (Work In Progress) 7/28/20
Maids-Housekeepers
of maids and housekeepers.
Are groups of clean reapers
This can be any tropes.
can be any genre.
Cleaning whole home, from porch to kitchen
Washing, windows, walls and dishes
8/1/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
For North Omaha Writer's Group/ N.O.W. GROUP
W.I.P. (Work In Progress) 7/28/20
Love In Return
I fell in love with you
But you played with me
You gave me just enough attention
To push me away
I took it as play
And yet I loved you
But you didn't love me back
My heart was confused
I was infatuated
But you didn't love me back
You look at me then laugh
I was hurt
Imagine that you didn't love me back
I am just alone thing bout love
Buy you threw my heart away
Treated it like trash you're just someone who doesn’t love me back
In return I guess I'll just be alone ALAS WIT NO LOVE IN RETURN
8/1/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
For North Omaha Writer's Group/ N.O.W. GROUP
W.I.P. (Work In Progress) 7/28/20
Readily your beauty
my beauty
beautiful
beauty is your soul and
beautiful you are
you smell as orchids does
ghost ones are rare
your journey long
as your hair so smug nose
shaped like a baby's eye
you flow so smooth
as your flowing legs
walking by you strutting your stuff
your stature sunflowers
reach high up
toward the skies
your dress so blue
as so are your eyes
cheeks are tanned
and so are your arms
spirit and soul belongs
your daughter of a living God
charm and Grace
beautiful face
~ beauty~
a beautiful you're a beauty.
Like you are...
Beauty
4/14/20
February 25th 2020 WIP assignment
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) Poetry assignment " Beauty "
gitty puppy dog
my favorite photograph
little doggy pic
~
O' so terrific
the passionate picture stands
my adoring friend
~
favorite picture
is a my little puppy
gitty puppy dog
4/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Written for Project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) assignment WIP
February 18th 2020 Poetry assignment "My Favorite Photograph"
scornful, abusive
you speak, treat with disrespect
giving cause offense
rude cause of my face
called me names, other than James
defame militate
it’s cause my skin brown
bad-mouth cast aspersions on
this went on and on
nineteen seventy
disparage, jailed in small town
cause my step-brother
tried to steal rifle
from off a Gun store wall yes
I was innocent
was called everything
from N**ER, yawh, boy nobody…
I sure was insulted
all but child of God
prejudice and rage surfaced
never ask my name
below the Mason
Dixon Line in a small town
I was just INSULTed
10/25/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for NORTH OMAHA WRITING GROUP (NOW)
Wip writing assignment
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:
5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5
Total # Syllables: 136
NOT W.I.P.
By: Tom Wright
9/2/98
Jesus of Nazareth, who was a carpenter’s son,
Hung on the cross with His Life on earth done.
The rebuilding business He continues today,
Rebuilding lives if sincerely we pray.
When He rebuilds a life no signs will you find,
Stating, " work in process, " or schedule behind.
No bad weather delays, for the Son always shines
And in God's, realm just your word is what binds.
No mortgage financing will you need to arrange,
You’ll see instead, a sudden and complete change.
No need for sweat equity, no payments to start,
But in faith believing, you just give Him your heart.
Crossing over
to what most would call good
My feelings inline
my words understood
No chair or wip
do the verses require
All teeth now removed
in fear of your ire
Crossing over
to what some would proclaim
The lines neatly ordered
with nothing profane
Those tight little smiles
they clap and they cheer
Words lost of all meaning
—truth farther than near
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
I look out my cabin window
In summer as in spring,
In winter or in autumn time,
It matters not at all.
Your peaks are always shrouded in
Low clouds or fog or mist,
All whitish gray, just hanging there
So high upon your face.
Oh, misty mountain, one fine day,
I will ascend your trails
And find your peaks all bathing in
Sunshine, so bright and warm.
But, for now, until that day,
In my chair with wheels, I'll
Keep watching you in clouds and fog
And misty mountain haze.
W.C.Hull © 2014-26-10-870 (E) WIP
Summer now is here.
Fireworks will appear.
All the towns put on a show
lighting up the skies,
as with widened eyes,
children watch with hearts aglow.
Grownups too will be
very happily
enjoying their kids' delight.
Before summer flees,
we make memories
watching skies ablaze at night!
Written June 10, 2016
This is a rhyming form called the Alouette. Here is the link to anyone interested in it:
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/alouette.html
Under the Stars
The cobalt sky has many eyes;
they're brightest just before sunrise
as starlight.
Sprinkled amidst the indigo
we stop to let the sandman sow
his stardust.
Glittering `cross the peaceful night
we view a shooting star take flight;
we're starstruck.
The sky becomes a starlit show
as sea reflects its silver glow,
so starbright.
In awe we kiss and say goodnight.
I watch as you walk from my sight,
soft . . . starlit.
3-14-19
This lovely form was invented by my talented friend Margaret R. Smith
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/compound.html
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