All year long it's iced coffee season,
in that hot tub or during a blizzard.
Filled to the brim bare bones bitter,
invigorated I am FINALLY awake.
You don't want to see me without it.
The temperature matches my mood,
hard and cold and utterly relentless.
Caffeine won't ever be the side piece.
Hot air never did too much for me.
I'll let warmth dissipate into action,
snowflakes make a strong brew swirl.
Caught up in the art of the freezing,
during the heat of an atomic summer
that drop dead shiver fires you up.
Twenty below or during a heatwave,
Iced coffee season is all year long.
Sun in His Bare Hands
A boy walks bare feet through hot street
With balloons like sun he holds with pride
His hands are cracked, the summer burns
Through hot street, bare feet, the boy walks
The summer burns, his skin like coal
His hands are cracked, the summer burns
He waits for coins, eyes calm and gold
With skin like coal, the summer burns
He waits for coins, eyes calm and gold
With sad balloons, he stands alone
His heart is pearl no dust can soil
Eyes calm and gold, for coins he waits
His heart is pearl no dust can soil
Across the road his thin feet roam
One day he’ll rise above the thorn
No dust can soil, the pearl of heart
Father God, as I lay down to sleep,
the thoughts of all your goodness, let me keep.
If I was to dream, Lord, let it be of you,
as you show me, those things which be true.
Let me not be ashamed, in what I do believe,
but in humbleness, the way that I receive.
Open my perception, the window of my eyes,
the understanding of my heart, as I search for the why’s.
Help me keep my heart fixed on you, I pray,
as I thank you for getting me through this day.
Bless me with a restful sleep, keep me in your care,
and keep reminding me Lord, it’s not my cross to bear.
Better wins blows past my arms my face;
Is bitter frozen covered in clothing coats;
And for what it's worth I'm close to being frozen
With exposed open bare skins
Frozen
1/18/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
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Midnight kitchen glow~
your laughter pools like spilled milk,
warm between cold tiles.
We are all clumsy dancers
in this moonlit ballet.
No room for breath in the air
No space for words unkempt
Just a room to share
A room with beds to tempt
those who cannot bare
to leave without tender
No warnings left to air
No smoke left on my tongue
Just the taste of you is there
Waiting to be hung
From your hands— rare
Hands that hold me tender
"Winter`s beauty lies in its quietness and peace,
Offering the chance to halt time`s flight for a while,
Peer down the depth of oneself to feel real bliss
And, despite all odds of life, preserve a smile." by Poet
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When snowflakes fall, faltering on the slumbering world
When trees stand bare, with their branches etched against a grey sky
When chirps of birds, flown to warmer lands, are dead silent
When wild winds waffle savvy secrets through empty streets
When the air is crisp and bites with its sharpened teeth
When houses glow warm, inviting light in long evenings
When the hills roll frosted, like ocean waves
When nature is softly sleeping beneath a white blanket
When ghostly quietness invades the snow-flaked land
It`s in such quietude that I yearn to peer down myself
Serenely scan the very depth of my inner self
Try to know the real stuff I am made of.
Nature sleeps soft, beneath a blanket white,
No greens, no birds` songs, just hushed silvered light,
The air is crisp and bites with gentle hand,
Bare trees in serene, silent stillness stand,
Winter`s charm lies in quietness and peace,
A gorgeous feel, that time can never cease.
We are once two lovers,
Who keeps on fallin’ in love so deeply.
Despite of the distant far
Our love grows intensely
Two hearts, moving in one rhythm
Every beat gently written
In one cold night
Of winter’s pale touch in Belgium
Our bodies’ warmth dances
In lyrics of passionate love.
Oh, when you kiss me
I feel fire in my lips
I love those tender press
Into my hips
I open my eyes,
We lay bare on the floor,
Our bodies close,
Our souls colliding
In a breath we shared
Without restrainst
As I touch your pretty face
I feel deeper romance
And you hold me near
Our bodies answering the call of love
We move toward union of soul
Where love needs no name
In the hush if this cold Belgian night,
We found a communion of desire
Now, we know that this is a real love
A love that will last
Gunther and Grace’s story of intense love.
I thought lizards got bad press
‘til I saw one undress
I wear a hat because I've lost my hair
Folk would laugh out loud at my head so bare
Long ago my hair was thick and wavy
It was the colour of mother's gravy.
Her gravy was dark as the lumps of coal
She would light a fire with, when it was cold
If short of cash, then us kids had to sit
In the disastrous sweaters she would knit.
Often they’d be too clingy or too large
Though knitted with love for those in her charge
Mother said if we were cosy and warm
It did not matter at all what was worn.
The years have passed by, hair has disappeared
The worst of it is, it's cold on the ears
But my mother, bless her, before she left
Knitted a draw full of hats, socks and vests.
T-shirt three times too big, that fails half way down my thighs.
Bare face, not a trace of makeup to hide beneath.
Hair unbound, falling down my back in waves.
Combing through that hair dark as black coffee.
Hair smelling of soft, sweet violet, with a hint of Frankincense and smoky Myrrh.
Looking in the mirror, seeing the most real you that most don’t get the chance to see.
Patience came bare hands,
But when left gave me a lot.
Rage too came bare hands,
But when left, plundered my pot,
Lifelong lessons duly taught.
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Tanka (Senryu + Couplet) |23.09.2025| life, patience, rage
“I’m repulsed by you,”
I say.
Maybe that will make me feel better.
Frozen, trying to remember memories
because you made me hate them.
Two sinners bonded,
creating a friendship
against everything in the commandment.
Oh, look what we became
One sinner gave it all.
The other… saw it bare.
The sinners?
Both right.
No wrong.
The sinners are separated.
One saw it as a joke.
One swore it all.
One never forgave.
Both fell.
The Devil laughed.
I saw.
If my head bone's connected to the...neck bone,
And my neck bone's connected to the...rib bone,
And my rib bone's connected to the...back bone,
And my back bone's connected to the...hip bone,
And my hip bone's connected to the...thigh bone,
And my thigh bone's connected to the...knee bone,
And my knee bone's connected to the...shin bone,
And my shin bone's connected to the...ankle bone,
And my ankle bone's connected to the...foot bone,
And my foot bone's connected to the...toe bone,
And my toe bone's connected to the...pay phone!
Wish I was connected to the...wish bone!
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