Poetry does not belong to those who write it, but to those who need it.~Pablo Neruda
A blank page is the bane of all writers.
Examples that are written are blighters.
Frustration would stay.
A word that escapes you for the moment
to capture a perception, you lament.
You should step away.
It has been said that good poetry heal;
it expresses how many people feel;
but others might flay.
If a reader should find it a comfort,
I’ll ignore ever-present discomfort –
I won’t lead astray.
JULY SEARING SWELTERING
Heated hot placement boils torrid;
Desert a blazed atomic fire;
Summer hot breath balmy pungent;
Searing aromatic spiced boils;
~
Summery canicular toasty;
Seething is fervent fiery;
Heated hot placement boils torrid;
Summer hot breath balmy pungent;
~
In this muggy sizzling fervid
Scalding warm glowing July day
7/30/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I refuse to languish in obscurity
hiding parts of my personality.
As a target I stood.
Verity will always light up the dark.
A white lightning rod, an electric spark
as what’s solid is viewed.
I am the woman with oneiric eyes,
the one who’s focus is the far off prize.
No nonsense attitude.
Shrinking yourself back into a bubble,
sounds to me like a whole lot of trouble.
Small is never selfhood.
A drop-drops moist mists from heaven
Summers first tears flowing down hill
Moisten air submits torrent pours
Humid blowing temperate toils
Falling abundant showers flows
~
Each and all cold dew drops fallen
Parley covers mists summer chill
Pity-patter droplets sprays door
Humid after the rain stops boils
Circumference lightning strikes coils
6/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Let us fly on the wings of love,
within our hearts, we fly above,
on the wings of grace.
You shall now be my tender dove,
the eternal light of my love,
a passionate space.
We lie within a crimson light,
where love does sing within the night,
love sings in this space.
We fill the night with love's delight,
you are my most wonderful sight,
passion wins the race.
Desires fulfilled in crimson song,
our hearts are one, we both belong,
love is no disgrace.
sights escaping, desires are strong,
we feel the joy longer than long,
deep in Heaven's place.
Sing the song of crimson desire,
let us burn in the crimson fire,
this is Heaven's space.
happily gazing at calm moon
wishing to hold in my palm soon
that would be a so blessing boon
each love poem reminds of you
true love is amazing so sweet
lovely dream to really meet
that would be a so greatly neat
would you love to do that much so?
Turning with the Days
Form: Tail Rhyme (AABCCB)
Gate 1 of “The Living Voice: The Moon Phases”
I.
The crescent wanes, then waxes wide,
As shadows stretch across the tide.
The stars begin their hush.
The morning dreams still cling to skin,
While silence hums its sound within.
The trees in stillness blush.
II.
I turn as does the sky above,
In rhythm with the pulse I love.
Each moment makes its mark.
The days unravel, coil, and spin,
Revealing truths once held within—
A torch beneath the dark.
III.
So let the spiral wind my name,
A song of light, of dust, of flame.
No path is ever lost.
I turn, the tide becomes my way,
The moonlight folds into the day—
And I, in breath, embossed.
Unbridled downpour of laughter,
flooded frizzy her hair will plaster.
Rays splash from within.
She embraces impeccable quirks,
fully aware of exactly what works.
Grin and rock that safety pin.
With eyes reflecting diamond skies
when she laughs she always cries.
Such charm should be a sin.
Beautiful in such an atypical way,
onlookers flock to her without delay.
A freckled glow on supple skin.
100 % chance when that giggle forms,
there’s a forecast of sunshine storms.
That’s how she’s always been.
Path of life : Uneven not smooth
Life won't show me the special ruth.
I am bound to admit this truth,
accepting life as a challenge.
Ups -Downs to persist on my way.
Me normal, heart beats not to sway
neither in rapture nor in dismay.
I'm stepping forward on each change.
Not honoured by my sacrifice.
Defeated by other's malice .
This happening is never nice :
Yet on journey of life, not strange.
Thunderbolts ! No silver linings !
In dark days no rays glistening !
Feeling helpless ! None listening !
I have confidence to manage.
FRIGID BITTER ATTITUDE SMUTTED WOMAN-
Wintry mix soul of emotion--
lack of compassionate no-show;
...So she was winter crisp chilling,
stony unsympathetic heart'
Disposition mean ice-queen part;
Your cold, responsiveness lacking;
2/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Amidst the covenant dawn’s light;
Premise sparks of darkness bright;
For it’s he whom holds the dawn;
Shown shining is the searching fawn;
~
Natures calling where is the spring;
Midst the dance the winter birds sings;
Ahh! Did I so ever mention?
Now that I have your attention;
---Nature eye together as friends
2/8/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
It is Christmas in a pine grove
Holding vigil in a foxhole
Not an atheist to be found
As artillery shakes the ground
The pines adorned with crystal flecks
And pinecones as ornaments
A cardinal in all its red
Sits atop Tannenbaum's crest
A piece of fruitcake would taste great
(The regifted and given treat)
Sgt. Kilmer's words to this novice
(As I take in this conus coppice)
"Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree"
A semblance of a Gospel decree
And the "evergreen" nature of the greenery
With these Christmas trees, alone
I open my "C-rats" in my foxhole
Then pen a letter home from Bastogne
The cycle of existence
will demand with great insistence
that you offer no resistance
as you proffer up your soul.
If you lose sight of the notion
it’s the gyroscopic motion
working like a magic potion,
then you’ll have to pay the toll.
Though your life hangs in the balance,
using toes that grip like talons,
with some practice and some talent
you’ll find the joy as you employ the unicycle roll.
How can a man awaken a women's love
Then walk away leaving her chained to what was?
How does a man make a covenant of love
Then run away and hide?
(Leaving emotional wreckage at the scene of the crime)
Not owning up to the responsibilities
Just wanting the pleasure and no more if you please
Why can't a man be more circumspect of a women's needs?
I am afraid and suspect that he has himself deceived
It's the sociological garbage that he's been fed and believes
(By the way where was Adam as Eve was being deceived?)
A real man must be changed inside
As the Saviour showed mankind how He rears His bride
Keeping a watchful Eye from the sky
To look after her every need
To her heavy sighs give heed
On the cross He did bleed......for her
It seems there was no rampant fraud;
by neither was I was over-awed -
my guy’s the one who parked the bear at night.
The masses are reacting how?
The market play is plywood now
with businesses in blue states boarding tight.
It seems Iran has not attacked,
that’s not conjecture, just a fact.
That Netan yahoo’s fired a minister.
The press now has its headline dreams
with every move seen as extreme
as even garbage trucks are sinister.
The market’s poised for monster gains;
the underlying debt remains
as our collective heads are in the sand.
And yet the sun will rise today
upon the world, the USA,
and last I checked, it’s God who’s in command.
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