many butterflies
where are all the moths at night
dark are the fire-
~
flies they abdomens
lights up liken an ad signs
summer's flying ants
~
following the flies
them flies whom dip mouths in dung
insects live they lives
8/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
Categories:
abdomens, adventure, analogy, environment, insect,
Form: Haiku
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
Pheromones fill the air as the males call the females to their abode
their abdomens linked tail-to-tail, and on the damsels' eggs the male seed are sowed
From thereon, dull caterpillars slowly transformed into exquisite beauties
then, to a new hope, many newborns flew, making gardens filled with cuties
She then whispered that before brightness, there was a very dark darkness~
so don’t give up on your life just because your present swims in starkness
"Learn from my life cycle," she further said, "beauties that once were can still be
so your belief in sunshine after this raging storm is paramount and key"
From then on, she became me, and I became her, and hope of a better tomorrow fills me
far from me, fear then fled—I face my problems with glee, from hopelessness my life is free
Categories:
abdomens, cheer up, extended metaphor,
Form: Couplet
The night walks in the garden;
Those shadows play in the dark;
The moon winks eye in the sky;
Lightning bugs flourishing lit abdomens;
Summer mist humidity sparks;
Morning sunrise awakens yet shy;
2/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Categories:
abdomens, analogy, environment, good morning,
Form: Rhyme
As a mum of 3 I have recently discovered that I am blessed by dirty dishes
On a daily basis I have cussed and cursed at their very presence on my counter top
Without actually recognising what they represent;
Until now
They signify that the bellies of my children are fed and full
They reflect a nourishment of more than love
They result; directly, from the privilege of electricity, food, and water
They do not see the homeless on the street hoping to find meagre scraps from within a dustbin
They cannot hear the groans of the child’s belly which doesn’t remember its last meal
They do not smell the anxiety of the mother who tries to still her hungry child’s cries
They cannot touch the malnourished masses; their swollen abdomens and sunken eyes
They do not taste the stale, acrid water drunken desperately in a bid to stay alive
Today I came to my senses
I realised that I am truly blessed by dirty dishes.
Categories:
abdomens, appreciation, growth, introspection,
Form: Narrative
Before the hemoglobin rushes in parting life from life
empty abdomens swirl from the dust. Born to die,
their parasitical humor is a terror in the ear.
Blood from wine in the vein, drawn past
the epidermal sanctity of a crimson relic.
Swiftly they fly about seeking that aching moment.
With tourniquet wings buzzing set in veneration
about their host.
And for a brief moment they seem holy
enough to not need to mend their religion
and carry out these kindless proverbs.
But then falling from grace so gently
they descend down touching lightly
with the bent legs of a sinner needing redemption.
Nathan Martin 2010
Categories:
abdomens, analogy, christian, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
violent power seduces within
moments equipping assurance,
swirling senses of embrace,
separating
circumstances
confusing the present.
our bodies succumbed-motionless
form clouds above, trembles of loneliness.
outpouring rivers of wine,
her innocence,
my softness
aching squalls of temptation,
tender flesh
discloses nature
behind fine-combed meadows
parting our conscious,
consuming
lavender harlot kisses.
bearing our weight-drumming,
steady-cadence-of- passion. numbing
spilled breath heavy as
saturating coastal fog.
peacefulness of sleep,
caresses shivers across my legs,
whirlwind tremors
begin tensing her thighs,
(a suffocating serpent)
imprisoned between heavens
softness of touch, across abdomens.
for a moment,
shivering,
exposed true nature,
life becoming no parenthesis,
bodies wrapped in
weightless vertigo-
Categories:
abdomens, love, passion
Form: Free verse