Spring becomes tender
Poetically laughs and cries
with the first fruits of arrival
with the finality of departure...
Your body, with pleasure
like a flower opens into petals
when I skillfully touch you...
This simple life of ours,
in grandeur, does indeed blossom,
when we weave ourselves in nobility...
To truly love is:
to provide attentive ears,
to offer obliging arms...!
Life always becomes art,
canvas, palette, action...
in the mystery of creation!
Wine can be:
oily, full-bodied, fruity...
sine qua non; good grape, good wine!
Two headed Blackbird
on a wire
Headed down the road
Past the corner
To no where
Beat beat beats
The Tom Tom of the drums
Tom yom Tom Tom Tom Tom
Sounding beats the drum
9/17/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
step …
across the sill
this haunted house
walls of torn paper, dripping
crumbling plaster ceilings
hanging like rotten vines on a gaunt
and bony frame
dark, broken windows, the
empty eyes that stare -
once aglow with
the bright from within
life and light … and love
made a home
until …
just an ember -
one flame of your kiss -
and it was gutted
burned raw and ruined
with no thought to what filled these rooms
or graced the facades
or warmed the meager marrow …
now all phantoms
howling in the barren halls
sodden and saddened
for sake of the abandoned -
the threadbare -
dilapidated … desolate
welcome to the
vacancy …
your fool.
Copyright © 2023 Gregory Richard Barden
( artwork is a number two pencil sketch of the cottage from “Summer of ‘42” by the poet )
must a man lose everything
to divine those truths inside -
must he bare his marrow else
deny what flesh should hide -
and will he open up his veins
thus through his blood, abide:
there is a thrumming stronger
than what beats in his breast?
must a kingdom wage a war
to stand and prove its might -
pave its streets in solid gold
and show its doctrine’s right -
oh must it build its parapets
in stone, to grandest heights
to know without one question
there’s a paradise that waits?
must a god be sacrosanct
through all that he applies
faultless in his form or law
while innocence thus cries
must he let his redress act
midst truth as passion dies
or is that err of humankind
how love so finds its breath?
for love is yet the only force
that triumphs over …
death.
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the poet with GALA AI software )
IN AND OF DECEPTIVE RAINFALL
Rain fell down today,
The kids and I stayed inside;
Rainbowing our minds:-
We played, “Two Lies & A Truth”:
No matter how much rain falls,
We live—free, equal—lives:-
Ending Overtime And Moving On
Desperately
trying
to
throw
us
off
guard
yelled
out
to
us
that
the
ball
was
in
court:-
Let’s
ever
be
mindful
that
here
on
the
battlefloor
of
the
lord
foot
stomping
this
shadowed
valley
we
need
to
fastbreak
and
slamdunk
liberty
as
we
rebound
and
bench
Its
oppressors
as
we
end
overtime
and
move
on
to
justice:-
Seclusion
Off the grid in one's time and space,
One's preference of seclusion.
One's freedom for breathing space, living
In a world of fierce personal experiences
amongst other things.
Seclusion made friends with me personally
Each and everyone I cherished, I loved
wasn't equivalently consistent.
Most of the time being misunderstood nearby
By the young and old.
Eyes are now open wide.
Peculiar? Attempting to mute ones light.
Seclusion preserved essence of one's core of
Anima.
Pomegranate
Careful, tentative and delicate tips shiver over the forgiving skin
Shell barring the bloody body of the fruit
Only condemned to,
consumption
Bruising without protest
Its sweetness not asked for - only expected
Though some things are more beautiful broken
IN WAITING AWARENESS
Things you can’t run from,
Quickly walk away from them,
Before they arrive:-
Thus, is natured awareness:
Ready for what things may come:-
Observing driving factors of world influence, i note the word 'road-map?'
Also percentages and interest methods
In banking..The value of such against
Pure human values.' And are big buisness
Involved in major and macro developments?
I leave the reader to draw their own
Conclusions.?
The blind man may not be able to distinguish day from night,
But, he can distinguish wrong from right!
The kind man may not be able to distinguish wrong from right,
But, he can distinguish day from night!
Of Melting And Solidifying
Solid ice
is very cold,
but easily
melts away,
even in cool
temperatures:-
Oh, if only
we could
ice bigotry’s
cold oppression,
in these heated days
of radical inequalities:-
In doing so,
we need
only
to deep freeze
injustice:-
In doing so,
we may
just melt
away fear,
and solidify hope.
OF RED RIVER AGONY
In this river,
Only crocodiles can be;
Alligators, no!
This is not only nasty,
It is red reality:-
The river’s bordering banks,
Are as red steaming lava:-
But let us not be dismayed,
There is that other river;
The rain-bowed river of God—
Banked by the soil of oneness:
Let us cross over:-
yummy banana, tasty banana.
eat 10,000 at once, die.
yummy banan, testy banarn.
heving srokke.
heel pme.
10,000 bannn kil u frm pot as yum.
skadoosh!
Specific Types of Analogy Poems
Definition | What is Analogy in Poetry?
Poems Related to Analogy
comparison, metaphor, parallel, correlation, correspondence, similitude, semblance, likeness, relationship, simile, equivalence, alikeness, affinity, resemblance, relation, homology,