Do not be still my
Dearest little beating heart
Or I would be dead.
The start of a beating heart, plub, pob, plub pob
The eclectic charge
The vibrating push, quivering flesh
Speaks the presents of a living muscle, heart
As the lungs, pumps the blood, flows
2/4/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
flamingoes on one foot balance
talent like monkeys on bongos
playin' clarinets are baboons
raccoons a-hootin’ and a-swayin'
lions on slide-trombones
headphones catch them cryin’
giraffes a-bangin' chimes
Times of L.A. laid off its staff
lo the beating frost
frigid blistering frozen
cold inbankment frost
12/29/25
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
Have you ever heard anything so dumb,
as "When is a horse like a drum?"
If you don't want me to repeat it,
I guess you'll just have to beat it!
I'll search your eyes in a quiet fashion
and hold your hand with a lover's romance
Submit my heart to alluring passion
Bow to your heart when we begin to dance
As you're the beloved, my heart has found
The heartbeats we feel are beating in time
with love's softest quiver and trembling sound
from the emotions we feel as they climb
To reach the height of an unknown splendor
that will fill the vibrant, breathless moment
With the beauty of your face, I treasure
When our soul fully stills and falls silent
To inhale love's breath without denial
To hold a joy so gentle from your smile
My Wooden Box — was — too small — for my Heart —
It beat — against the Grain —
Until the Cedar — splintered wide —
And let the Sorrow — in —
I tried — to fold it — carefully —
As Seamstresses — with Lace —
But Feelings — are not Linen —
They burst — from every Place —
The Carpenter — of Heaven — knows —
No Coffin — fits the Soul —
For Love — expands — beyond the Lid —
And breaks — its narrow Role —
So bury me — in Boundless Air —
And mark me — with a Tree —
For Wood decays — and Hearts — ascend —
To larger Mystery —
heart-strings hum-ming, beat-ing,
songs rise-ing, soar-ing.
Come closer to my beating heart
Your concern for me is quite enough
I thank You that You care for me
I thank You that You give me love
I'm strong when in Your presence
Those that are weak can only hope
That some day they'll be in Your arms
No longer feeling without hope
I had come through the night to be with him,
as rain, wild wind, and thunder boomed outside,
and removing my dripping coat,
I let my tangled raven wet hair fall . . .
he clasped my head to his beating heart,
as our tears came flowing down.
don’t push me over
the floor is slippery
a sheen of black oil
why can’t you see?
the hole in the ground
through the carpet
my heart at the bottom
still beating i think
i’m trying to run
legs growing heavy
melting inside my skin
looking over my shoulder
eyes branding me
dripping off
the back of my head
down my body
under my feet
head hitting the floor
eyes shining black
hole in your soul
my heart in your fist
still beating i think
The drum is beating still
For now the setting sun
Will set the beating heart
Now that the race is run
Beyond the moving breeze
Beyond the dying light
The phantom thunder cries
The drum rolls in the night
The shadows in the dark reveal
The moonscape of the lawn
One feels the beat percussive
Pulsing – on and on
It beats a rhythmic message
In passages beneath
The granite stones that listen
To what it will bequeath
Of music it has harbored
Of songs it dwells upon
That sing we still into our cups
For those among us gone –
Behold the moving shadow, now
Behold the fading breath
Passing through the doorway
Beyond that final step –
And now what countenances
The thunder in the sky?
We hear it in the distance
But miss it with our eyes
We miss it in our living
A spirit unfulfilled
Forever in denial –
The drum is beating still
Dedicated to Bruck, Tiz and Neil ("The Professor") Peart -> Drummers all who left their mark, and are beating still within my heart.
like beating a drumstick she beats her own heart. she bashes it around by lending it to others, but the wood splinters striking people. what people don’t know is that is just her hard front personality being worn away, to reveal the vulnerable raw stick underneath. the stick that used to beat to others hearts and had to be repaired again and again by the damage others did. they wore all of it away until it was bare. no one can see a drumsticks broken until it snaps. until it is undesirable and unable to be used any longer. even then people take beats out of it for fun, slowly hitting snapping her heart. can no one see her drumstick is bare, that it is all an illusion. but everyone is too concerned with their own drums to care about this one.
beating the rain
splashing out some bling
as raindrops disintegrate
on hummingbird wing
By
David Kavanagh
My spirit soul heart so beating
I am the brightest light
My flesh dies yet ever frequent
I am the righteous right
My mind aims for the thoughts of proper
My breath soars I am alive
Soul keeps my emotions at bay
My spirit soul heart so beating
I am the brightest light
I am the light in my Father’s New Day
6/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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