Dear Karen, there’s something I need:
I’ve got you a poem to read.
A deficit in one’s attention
is probably best left unmentioned.
If boring writes get you distracted,
my outcome’s adversely impacted.
For when the dear reader is addled,
strong placements just up and skedaddle.
Before you’ve a chance to retort,
just know that I’m keeping it short.
Disorder escapes its confines
perusing these final two lines!
While wishing to enter the poetry contest,
I scan the page of PS with intent and interest.
Many topics I find challenging and fairly fascinating,
the submission requirement even more interesting.
The poem should be original, I shouldn’t clone,
it needs to rhyme in the rhythm of a specific zone.
The format invented by the sponsor I should follow,
creativity with metaphoric nuance I should show,
and be poetic to make it a great write,
so the reader in one breath can recite.
The poem should be new, written after a certain date,
with the sponsor’s liking mold it should relate.
I then locate a contest that lets me have fun,
write a poem wherein words have a free run.
Entering the contest of multiple placements I can’t resist,
hope to find my poem in the winners’ list.
in mid flight so the birds in autumns fly
ever so darken their eyes lighten seeking skies
twilight the beaten path wings move, they flap
horizontal placements heavens gap
in mid flight so the birds in autumns fly
ever so darken their eyes lighten seeking skies
lift light flight those small, pigeons, robins, and sparrows fly
Mid flight autumn birds so fly heaven's skies
12/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
He was not impressed.
God knew the number of hairs on his head.
Did that include his beard if he ever grew one?
He would ponder this and other such anomalies of faith.
Why would a Supreme Being care about numbers,
or sparrows falling from the sky, or follicle formations?
Perhaps we were given a number at conception
engraved into our spiritual destiny? Did the number
follow us in death, or were positions changed
by Karmic endeavor and final placements rated
by lifetime achievements or failures?
On his ninety third birthday he received a card.
It showed how many seconds, minutes, hours,
days, months and years he had lived.
He pondered the meaning and worth of such information.
How could you measure Oct 26, 1963 against any other day?
And why would you? Was death, or life, just a numbers game?
A competition? A Cosmic Reality Show? A spiritual ratings contest?
He remembered fewer days as he got older.
Settled for snapshot glimpses of sunshine and snowflakes,
Nameless, yet familiar, smiles beckoning him
toward an un-numbered future.
He was not impressed
for he knew that God knew.
©2/10/2023
Writing Challenge – E Words Poetry Contest
Good is the night beloved
You are covered
When your awaken and as you sleep thus this night
You are covered by the blood of Jesus
You will be more blessed this night
And the next new day
Abundantly more placements in the bonds of peace
You’ll dream of relevant dreams of triumphant prosperity
Your new day focus power shall be filled with more once, joy, more joy a hundred fold
May Our Father provisions for you and your loved ones
Be overflowing in this a New Day Sabbath
As well as this 6th day night
You are well, you are cared for Our Father loves you as well
I love you as well
You are His daughter His precious soul
And he shall never ever let you go you’re in my heart as well
And all is well n Jesus name
This is my prayer;
For you this night in Jesus mighty name Amen and Amen
May the joy peace and love from our Father continue to flourish Always, Always?
I thank god for you in my life
Always
1/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Beyond six feet of distance
and seven heavens of this pull of woods,
I draw intensities of sounds and words to placements,
Calling me beyond the territories of these leaves.
My soul sought profiles of its songs
While its proud emission and enthusiastic incision jingle,
In fields of consciousness, beyond access to semantics,
Submerging me
in the author’s trance of phrasal phenomena;
Telling me, “focus!”
amidst mortal icebergs and immortal tides,
Saturating undiluted pinnacles,
on paths leading home
from the author’s elements of creativity and
Symbolism’s narration,
by a series of innovative intonations, I have employed it.
Yet, I am on volume one.
PALMS
whistle
in the breeze
love melts in a kiss
blown with the ocean sand
sun glorifies the moment
“deep love sets forever to be”
Heidi Sands
6/2/22
*Image: 4
*Earned one of 1st placements in the Pyramids Poetry Contest.
Queen of Caterpillars was nearly finished assigning butterflies
She did not need a consensus, but she wanted them to be happy
They were tossed into the winds according to placements.
Scattered to the farthest curves of the globe in record numbers
This might be your prettiest batch yet, her mother told her.
Queen of Caterpillars had to stifle a laugh.
Her mother said this every single season.
And she was not wrong.
Nominative absolutes
Options
TTherapeutic endings displayed
Hhappy afterthoughts of eternal life
External affairs resonating
Countless millenniums 2 placements to go
Host analytics either Heaven or Hell
Obscure intinities
Such absolutes
Early attempts for salvation
Negative absolutes if one doesn’t repent from sin
4/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Potpourri starship jetting through the black hole
In your eyes sparkle the retina jaded surprise
Dew drops droughts in ranges filled with cactus flowers
Glaciers frost environmental placements fold
Pilgrims travel journeys through intergalactic sunrises
Escaping the colonies complicated municipal towers
~
Jet setting the millionaires are traveling through space
Flying first class in this new space race
2/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
On the edge of a shower beneath gray skies,
All the leaves are still with a sense of calmness
On this summer day, cooled down after the heat
The flowers wait for a drink, as birds chirp in the woods
If only everyone could capture this moment
Not a worry amidst nature’s granted peace
These are the times to capture while they last
These are the times to seek all to fill the soul
Like pieces of a puzzle, completing life with fulfillment
Only found in this bountiful creation granted to us
Years of pieces, moments consolidated in memories
These are the times
Heidi Sands
7/1/21
Placed with one of the 1st placements. July 2 Poetry Contest
And so it is…
When the trees don’t speak, barely a whisper in the wind,
Wet petals stuck motionless to the ground as if pinned
When there is no language to read in the sky,
Even with all the clouds passing by
And so it is…
When a bird must show you what is wrong
Bellowing out its loud bird song
Yet, to be grateful for…
After all, we cannot ask for more
When something isn’t heard, something else will replace it
When something isn’t seen, there’s all the more pieces to see fit
And so it is….
I hear, I hear, I see and feel for you
Everlasting feelings from my soul, reel with every view
And what I miss along the way
Does not matter in my heart today
tomorrow, or yesterday….
And so it is…
Heidi Sands
6/17/21
Placed among multiple 1st placements in All Yours (Jun17) Poetry Contest.
As the rain patters on the roof,
It speaks to me, new things to know
Soothing my soul, as darkness falls
Nothing left, but the wind to blow
Patter, patter, a rhythmic tune
May help me sleep into the night
My thoughts a river, in a way
Not as scattered to find what’s right
And as I rest to this new song,
I decide that I will let go
Of the worries sown by the day
Into pleasant dreams, I will flow
As the rain patters on the roof,
Mother Nature becomes my friend
Holding me with such pleasant sound
Just so, my broken heart will mend
Heidi Sands
5/6/21
One of 1st placements in All Yours (May 7) Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Brian Strand
When all shiver with chill and cold
In hands numb nothing we can hold
Nature's beauty we behold!
Terrains filled with flakes of clear snow
Everywhere cold winds fiercely blow
Ravishing white nature's show!
Sitting inside lazy all feel
Even for shopping there's no zeal
Alluring warmth of hot meal!
Sunshine warm missed by one and all
Often autumn days all recall
No one misses watching snowfall
Date: 1/12/2021
Syllable count 8, 8, 7 checked at poetry soup syllable counter.
Now submitted to
Contest Name - Any Acrostic of 10 to 12 lines
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
Contest winner 3rd position of 35. Only 15 placements
Hovers he for long hours,
Like a solitary quail
Lingering in bowers
like a drunk drone
Reproaching flowers
And
Like a weary worm
Wriggling with creepers.
He whispers to every tree,
Every brook, every flea,
Like a conjurer
Kissing them in glee,
Like a loony lover
Sitting on his knee,
And being stung by a bee,
Swearing his act of feeling
Hearing and seeing
Forms, sounds as the key
To invoke Calliope,
To write epic Poetry.
*7th Place* (Out of ten placements in the following contest; Judged on Aug. 27, 2020)
Aug. 21, 2020
Pareidolia Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
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