IN THE SPRINGING OF LIFE
Springing into life,
Let your blossoms bloom brightly;
Awareness glowing:
You, an instrument of peace,
And a reflector of love:-
Wherever you bloom,
May your scent sweeten the air
With divine navigation:-
And may your ripe, juicy fruits,
Quince all thrust for awareness:-
Some seeds planted long ago
Some seed planted recently
Some seeds didn’t make it
Some seeds already blooming
Some seeds still germinating
How ironic the seeds in my life are following earth’s seasons
God upstairs has mastered both humor and rhyme
The pruning I did in the winter is paying off
What has died is being replaced with something sturdier
It feels like forever that the universe and I are in sync
Perhaps living in the dark all those years is paying off
I still have much to improve and I know no finish line
But I’ve finally found peace in waiting for my life’s new tree
I must go and pour more faith fertilizer on this new fief
Springing here,
Blooms dance, sunshine wafts,
Feel our smiles.
Fickle sunbeams tickle fluttering daydreams...…
Lyrical lapping lullaby encores...
Gingerly stroke sandy shell shattered shores..
Starlings spy…sky high murmurations...
Skimming stones....slicing silky sheens..
Voluptuously verdant riddles…islands within idylls...
Scattered daffy darlings..dilly dally...
Sunshine splattered chlorophyll candles...
Animosity as an ersatz monstrosity shines…
Saluting highfalutin pomposity..devouring skylines..
Notes of cut grass gloats floats from..
Middle class mowed manicured marvels..
Criss cross collaborations… surf the tailored turf....
Billiards baize ablaze with petrichor whiffs
Festooned with afternoon nana nap snores..
The radio's heavenly hum of cricket scores...
A duvet of familiar riffs...murmurs of what if's..
An inkling..whispers of summer's sprinkling serendipity twinkling..
Look, Springtime has come!
Oh! Hear the bees hum
And the cool breeze thrum!
The birds are singing,
Back to life bringing
colourful flowers,
blooming with powers,
How Spring empowers!
Squirrels are jumping,
My blood is pumping,
watching them bumping,
Winter is over,
I see the clover,
Nature's makeover!
No more snow clinging,
New life is Springing!!
Trump has been breaking laws
create and cause crime with his claws
prefers premiers and skinny shahs
rile up people with his paws
likes pulling at loose straws
at his hamburger always knaws
likes women who wear big bras
have heard his oohs and aahs
Trump gives me the blahs
have heard his youthful ye's with horrible hahs
prefers hearing much applause
poor and dimwit crowds Trump draws
putrid picture he draws
sings do ray mes while forgetting his faas
skip so la ti do and away we go
cut great face which was greeted with gauze
found his big mouth in front of jaws
like big bird Trump constantly caws
seen slidding in nude in slick spas
plural of his ta is tas
would see His lost doll while in shower stall in urban sprawl
wish Trump would be so kind, get his small hands off of my behind
To see Trump tight bra she was bringing; Out big breasts did start springing
You have to send me some comments, criticism
and complaining about this collection of lines
that have been in my Horn Horrible Haiku.
which you may ensue out from a blunt blue.
Daffodils blooming,
Robins tweeting in trees,
Pollen is looming,
Sky falling like seas.
Atlanta’s warming -
Bless it’s peachy heart.
Isn’t it charming,
The chill will not part.
Can’t put my clothes away.
Winter keeps springing up.
My woollen socks sashay.
Taunt of sweaters: “Wuz up?”
Kids hop, skip and jump,
The joy of April,
Let go of the slump -
Could be they’re grateful…
Tender leaves unfold,
Sun is inviting,
But on the threshold,
The cold’s still biting.
Can’t put my clothes away
Winter keeps springing up
My woollen socks sashay
Taunt of sweaters: “Wuz up?”
4/8/2023
Scent rising
'The mustiness of damp autumnal days
ebbing away as newilife
Springs forth from hibernating soil
As spores spread ring on ring,
concentric ever increasing,
Encircling the shoots birthed from cold earth.
Crepuscular rays land on ground
Long cold from winter's clutch
And warmth ensues, the heady scent of
another spring.
By springing forward, we might find
The hour that we’ve left behind
Could leave us in a state of mind
Unsettled and askew.
For even if the stars aligned
With what the ones in charge designed,
Our brains may give the time assigned
A negative review.
I guess we have to be resigned
To knowing that the clocks we wind
Will, with technology combined,
Help keep our lives on cue.
In my spirit, I desire that the seed
To blossom from within.
May bleed from my eyes
In the manner of magenta.
The bougainvillea flowed from the vine
Along the railing of the balcony
In spring, on the balustrade.
In anticipation
To let the morning sun come up.
To let it bleed akin to this
Purple blood.
To mother earth
A desire for adscititious.
Written: March 10, 2023
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Ice cream cornet sounds
Ottowa freedom lovers
Human sleeping warm
Spring
has come,
like a bride,
in green costume.
Bees buzz around buds.
Birds hop on trees.
Happy throng.
Songs they,
pour.
Feel
the pulse,
of sweet spring.
The air, so crisp.
The breeze, very cool.
Plants stay lush green.
Sun’s bright rays,
greet me,
warm.
How
my soul,
with joy swells,
in this spring time,
when life throbs around,
in hills and dales,
in all nooks
Oh, bliss
here!
Placed First
Feb. 19. 2022
Spring time Ninette Poetry Contest
Sponsor- M.L. Kiser
PHASE LIT SPRINGING MOONLIT DANCE
I see the warm summer phase light
Judgments calls yet one dares answers
Ever showing springing forth right
Dance round moonlit night a prance
5/28/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I stroll the country lanes as spring appears:
the finches dash from tropic climes in force,
urgent in looping surge, their journey clears
our grey and heavy streets in golden course.
The blackened hedge with knotted buds is dressed
like jade or coal that's strung on twisted chains.
Yet red is peaking brightly on the crest
of trees whose limbs are high above the lanes.
As spring now walks in strides across the field,
we see the daffodils with golden heads.
Their slender stems now brightly sway and yield
to warming breath exhaled from blooming beds
exhaling green as light from darkness steers
I stroll the country lanes as spring appears
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