On the morrow ships will sail
To roam beyond the hidden veil
And brave the stormy seas to see
If ships holds carry destiny
Yet here we will to seaward keep
The watch that holds our wandering feet
From paths and fields and trees and thought
Believing in the lies we've bought
Waiting here on well worn quays
To count the line of endless days
We lie and wait and lie some more
That hope awaits on distant shores
And wind borne sails in misty skies
Will answer all to that which lies
Slumbering within our breast
Awaiting lifes first step to test
Somber are the passages
Sunsets mountains plains
Over ended visions
Clouded atmosphere
Unlock heaven's gate and lightning latches
Rolling lands of browns and greens
Environmental decisions
Adverse scenery
11/28/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Allure mountains rain down on valleys weep
Dismal dismiss the challenges you keep
3/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Desolate desert-
Here lies the heart of Shiuli flower
Ashes on the rocks of the blazing fire
Cracked Dry lands -
Fish lives with severe shortness of breath
Shipwrecked sailor-
The tempest raging in the deep sea.
Tired, exhausted and helpless
Extreme Loneliness
No one is there-
Nobody to-
Extend its helping hands.
Nobody else,
Only the sky keeps staring -
At the solitary silence of my depressed mind-
The illusion of a frosty night in its eyes.
One purple flower
blooming among weeds, whispers:
“This is how you rise.”
All things can tempt me
from this craft of verse
One time it was a woman's face
An animals cry or worse
The seemingly needs of my full driven land
Nothing but worse, comes to move guide my hand
Then this a custom coil
When I was young I had not given a penny for a song
Season's toil emotions boil
Did not poet sing it with such heirs
That one beloved he had a sword upstairs
It would be nice now could I have my wish
Pierced hearts of the metal cold twist
And dumber in deffer than a fish
5/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Risk Adverse
Written: by Tom Wright
9-9-2019
Adverse life events,
Often carry crippling effects.
They sometimes reveal themselves,
As collateral damage,
And make casualties of others.
Beach or you, O' sea
On the bank there none is free
Happiness hugs grey
-July 19, 2018 Chattogram
Adverse To A Person
To a certain person we have become adverse,
Who on us has become a total, absurd curse;
Do realize,
You will recognize;
Words he used were curse as well as terse.
Now Scaramucci's wife is even leaving him.
Jim Horn
The big fake smile turned to an adverse question mark
Right now, its gravid back facing the statement line
Who is who that is that.
As the spring sprang out
The north gone south
Yeah, without no doubt
Indeed it's a parched mouth
The vessel of a living has gone sere
Not of the scorching planet
Moment of a produced scare
Mimicing an outburst of an angry Janet
Still in game but so lame
Hands re withered to cover shame
Nothing to do than to wait for late fate
Like a man waiting a late date......
On a mapless ocean i sail thy boat
In a shallow liquid i seem to float
The eclipse of thy life is now!
The weatherman predicts some snow;
He calls for about three inches.
Must be great playing god, to know
How much will fall, but that’s show biz.
I know one thing: if I were wrong
As often as the weathermen
I wouldn’t have my job that long.
They screw-up time and time again
And still manage to keep working.
Imagine a neurosurgeon
Working on your head one morning
As inept as the weathermen.
Perish the thought! Some comfort though
If they call for it, it won’t snow.
It was not expected, this diversion. Being uncommon of a type
And truly off the beaten track; the windscreen wipers wipe
Away the sheets of marmalade rain unremittingly,
Their sweeping swipe at drizzled prisms swept incessantly.
The sun, it emerged, again without expectation. Light fractured cloud
Sparkling off the bonnet of the car; the rays avowed
To turn the moisture into steam, and did so spectacularly,
The haze and mist ploughed the fields of density.
She was picked up on the hard shoulder. Somewhere north of despair,
I recall, and hitched a ride beside me; the rain still glittered in her hair,
And her eyes the shade of bluebells fluttered beautifully,
Her cheeks so fair, lips the pinkest, moistest frames of destiny.
I had given hope a vacant backseat. Yet the road’s adverse camber can shift,
Can tilt and alter time and travel; and though the king of drifting may still drift,
Fractional increments serve to lift directional gravity,
So one correction of the wheel reacquaints with love’s vitality.