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WINTER RAIN SNOW STORMS-

Frozen cold blizzard storm raining;
Icicles prism form changing;
Winter breath caresses heat is gone;
 nature's present thawing adjoin;
---Barring snow flakes torn
~
Climate change such relief when gone;
3:00 pm heats rises amidst ascension; 
Shorten are those days light levered long;
Blizzard storms white lights concentration;
---Winters rain snow storms 

1/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024

Death Is Life

When I fall
Is unlike you
Your own flaw
Disown me laugh  

Im not just 
Please stop bothering
Wrongs may combust
Life keeps fathering 

When gnat bites
Don't kill it
Or set fights 
Though it's unfit

Check the cranny
The bulky nook 
Care like nanny 
Study Holy Book 

Life- a coin
You have head
And tail adjoin 
Without any thread

Strike a balance
With determined reason
Over pleasing abeyance 
In all season

Repent ye now
More after earth 
Is another life
Death don't kill

There, wrongs avow
No any rebirth
Hope may strife 
Only grace instill

In Memoriam of Relationship

I felt lonesome in the absence of a confidant.
The scarcity of a shoulder to adjoin was violent.
I've lastly grasped what I've been scrutinizing.
The day revealed the supporter was astonishing.

I beheld a companion in the uniqueness of you.
My sights are sounded with ingenuities and softness.
I clasped a stone and hurled it as firm as I used to.
This roused me to ponder locating a mate all across. 

But promptly, the alliance award can evolve.
You will utterly represent my esteemed aspiration.
You will inevitably dwell on God's gift from above.
I suppose this is the best time for the occasion.

Everything displays celestial splendor.
To wholly cease one year and dive in another. 
We may be near the ending of this poem.
An addition will be present in the narrow term.


Written: December 30, 2021

Land of Summertime

Land of Summertime

Maroon Mums lay among white vast cushions.
So proud are Heathers far above Queen Buttons.
See hazy Coxcombs brush the Willy Willows while
Dandelions are resting upon white Angel Pillows.

Carmine Kangaroom paws hop, hop, and hop.
Lumonium, Gladiolus and Larkspur lazily stop.
Lisanthus, talebear and go tell the other Orchids!
Look, look, Snapdragons, scouting for Kings!

Adjoin virtuosity, there are inklings of scent!
Rose Spray whirls in the dancing breeze.
Astonished is Alabaster eyes and stance as
Xanthous Daffodils giggle and sneeze.

Aster nurtures the Baby's Breath without relent
As Spring and Summer embrace the scent.

From Where I Drift

From where I drift from my old home, the roads
And places that I roam, I stay at peace.
Never can a word of a soul release
My care for the dirt, not even those loads.
Bumping along the sweet country, railroads
Adjoin the scene of beauty that won’t cease.
The sun shines through the window marked with grease,
I wish I could rehash these episodes.
My hair, oh, what a sad color of gray,
It’s no longer pretty, but rather thin.
I mourn that I waited till now, I lay
Immovable from my bed, yet I grin.
In spite of present hopes I will still pray,
To The One above who made life begin.

Angels Among Us

honored angels
forever minister to
Yahweh's
beloved human treasures

bending low to bestow
their assistance
to those who believe

who are in need

don't doubt
their holy presence
unawares

one never knows
when you may
adjoin one
in your waking days

know they are
ever present
attending to your
pure heart's prayers

~ your heavenly valet ~

Midnight In Sitka Park

The silence of the park,
seizes the hour of dusk,
where majestic snow-capped mountains
adjoin the skies of midnight blue,
a halo of light encircles the 
quiescent scene highlighting 
a child's red jacket left behind 
on the end of the slide,
the playground is the sanctuary 
of childhood beginning and 
childhood ending----it is where 
laughing and yelling are allowed to be, 
especially at midnight when the 
spirits of frolicsome adventure overtake 
the child in all of us.

The Hanged Man

Aye, to adjoin The Hanged Man
suspended from his mundane world
traveling a paradox journey
lost in a timeless underworld.

I see you, Hanged Man
with your hands tucked away
your eyes ever so peaceful
watching fate make way.

I hear you, Hanged Man
as you silently speak
"You must sacrifice for the greater good"
-but do so quietly.

I feel you, Hanged Man
like the passionate red you wear
to attain knowledge and mystery
one must remain patient
unselfishly.



March 16, 2016

Oil Field By Lower Road

Pot holes,
dust devils,
Wind sweeping off the ocean onto the oil field by Lower road.
Quiet Field,
Filled with fuel and man's black gold,
Quiet Field 
of prosperity and far off plight,
The oil field by Lower road. 

Machines of might roll the lands of the oil field. 
Pushing dirt, moving land, 
rigging chains, trains, boats and trucks
painting the tanks dirty drown 
Standing tall, at the oil filed by Lower road. 

Men stride the field, like armies in battle, surveying, slow going...errors are costly down at the oil filed on Lower road. 

Pine tree dotted, with houses lining the perimeter of the oil field by Lower road awaiting the master and commander after a day, a centurion of the field,
The plot of gold outside the door adjoin to Lower road. 

Day in, day out it holds its gold, 
pushing it free for a fee, 
powering the land in all directions that it can see 
The oil field by Lower road.

Steadfast In Love

As tides roll in, persuaded by the moon 
Your heart directs my journey to love’s shore
Harmonic lunar altitudes attune
And swirling waves join souls forevermore.

Amidst this cycle one thing I must mend:
As all too soon the sea recedes again.
My love lies weakened, distant at shore’s end
Until assured by pledge that you’ll remain.

But how am I to overcome this force
And stay steadfast, not washed away by tides?
I beg you ne’er allow me to change course
‘Til arms entwined adjoin where love resides.

So when the sea recedes then rejoins land
Our hearts will ne‘er subside; ’gainst tides we’ll stand.

Kind Obscene

double sided poor ol coin,
sweet n sour do they adjoin,
this hour?
who is in power,
was it purlioned?
by the sweetly dour,
or tiddles the obscene...
 

re Russells Dr Jeckll...in "Kind Obcsene"...

Don

Our Day In the Meadow

In the meadow she sits
Beneath a pale blue sky
Her dark hair cascades
Before I

In sight of her curves
Undulations of bliss
Pert by the breeze
My lips do so wish

Her lips of scarlet
Send signals to me
Alluring, drawing
To lie beside thee

Our bodies lie bare
Naked as born
As the sun delights
Rays in adorn

We face each other
In temptation touch
The inevitable
Absorbing so much

Our lips finally meet
Kissing, tasting
Hands in roam
Invitation in waiting

Undulations of two
In torso unite
Unification 
Like waves we delight

Motions, movement
Captured enjoy
Internal rapture
Our loving employs

Excitement flows
In adrenalin rush
Peaking, reaching
The meadow in hush

Sighs of joy
Reverberate
No other moment
Could compensate

Our internal streams
Now in passionate flow
Two hearts in adjoin
Beating, growing

In the meadow we sat
Chatting and kissing
For their will be again
Two hearts in wishing





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-11.php

Special Moments

A secluded cabin
fail-safe  into a mountain side -
Oh, so high, one feels
they can attain and adjoin the clouds

A pallet of goose-down feathers, veiled
by a hand sewn comfortor
and a spiderlike, dusty canopy - 
a paradise for lovers

A perfect weekend -
paired with a bubbly jacuzzi
awaiting after a mile  
rambling up, then down, this 
lofty snow covered rock

A babbling brook and glossy
chestnut stallions trail along an
old gravel road, leading to a 
dilapidated barn, now masking
wet hay, squirrels and wild rabbits

Snakes have shed their skins, 
like elongated strands of silk
dangling from beams of rotten wood 
and imperfect slate shingles - 
Leaving their past in the present
for countryside tourists to enjoy

Bluegrass music is heard faintly
in the wilderness background
A rustic, but elegant
way to spend time, enabling
a soul to touch one's inner self

Tomorrow beckons way too soon --
reality returns, this dream weekend
now a fond memory,
as we take our leave of that
little creekside cabin on a
snow covered mountain crest

Is There Anybody Out There?

In the darkest hour, when I was but a fleeting glance,
possession then dissolved in sacks of swag,
the corrugated shed of livid circumstance
sought to burn through time’s immemorial drag.

I looked at you across the blurring sawdust sweep,
sweetly smiling for your new attentive throng,
your attentions were no more for me so should I weep
internally and sing a funeral song?

I might as well, I thought, be locked inside a box
and cast into a well like some last wish,
to sink unseen, weighed down with rusty chains and locks,
to sleep a dreamless sleep with mud and fish.

Is there anybody out there looking as you are tonight?
or would that false impression not suffice?
for all that I can do is blink you from my longing sight,
confetti shreds and grains of coloured rice.

Is there anybody out there headed for the waiting door?
some replica of all your looks and deeds?
to adjoin my vacant side upon this crowded barroom floor,
some tourniquet to stem a heart that bleeds.

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