Hey hey hey
bom bom bom
mine hands beat di congos
dos drums, drums drums
for di farther,
i beat drums louder, harder
be beat di drums
i spin di drumsticks wit mai guns
for di heart for im glory
beats as per drum, hurry
pikin heed im call
one and all selah
hey hey hey
bom bom bom
mine hands beat di congos
dos drums, drums drums
for di farther,
i beat drums louder, harder
for di heart for im glory
beats as per drum, hurry
pikin heed im call
one and all selah
7/8/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
When faced up alone the sky unto sun
To seek its coolness behind healing earth
For worries cum anxiety briefing fun
To stand the insultive stake of known worth
Why does your heart beats faster than usual
When thoughts won but actions fail at the end
If not that the means got to be sensual
The feat would have been difficult to blend
Why does your heart beats faster than usual
When moon took over in turn for the day
That lurking fear grabs essence in actual
Then switch on a new mode to have its say
Faster beats earth the heart of loyal boy
That would never take your heart for a toy
Candle lights the room,
Her heart beats a soft rhythm,
Longing fills the air,
She flits through a poem book
To find sweet words for her love.
In Edmonton’s chill, where the faithful stand,
Calvin cheers loud with a firebrand.
From Gretzky’s grace to Messier’s might,
He’s lived and breathed each game night.
He knows the legends—Kurri, Fuhr, Coffey—
Their names like verses in hockey’s poetry.
Now it's Connor, blazing past the pack,
And Draisaitl keeping defenders back.
With Bouchard’s blast and Skinner’s saves,
Calvin stands tall through losses and waves.
The past and present fuel his pride—
The Oilers' fire, alive inside.
A fan for life, through highs and lows,
He bleeds orange and blue—everyone knows.
Scott W.
In a moment suspended between the silent beats of time and infinity,
The miracle of love settled like a mist, almost untouchable, yet so tangible,
It was better than any dream drawn on the sky of a starless night,
It was like a precious object you could lift, gaze at, and keep in memory,
We found ourselves on the moon, dancing on its cold and mysterious surface,
Embracing the unknown, we laughed with free and carefree souls,
It was the garden of Eden, yet also the endless abyss of hidden thoughts,
An immeasurable place, deep and luminous, high and near the edge of reason,
Where our laughter was a mad song in the face of eternity,
I remember when your eyes shouted love with a force that shook the sky,
Now, the walls of silence slowly retreat, murmuring lost memories,
We remain prisoners of the moment that dissolved in the passage of time,
But deep in my heart, your laughter still echoes like a sweet refrain.
"Echoes of Her"
I miss her luscious lips, the way they’d part,
Whispering love, then silencing my heart.
Tantalizing kisses, like fire and wine,
Left a burn on my soul — sweet and divine.
The fragrance of her perfume haunts the air,
Like ghosted memories tangled in despair.
Each breath I take, it aches like a crime —
A scent that holds me captive in time.
Her shampoo’s scent still lives on my skin,
Soft floral echoes of where we’ve been.
It clings like hope I cannot shed,
A trace of heaven where angels once tread.
Her hugs — oh, those powerfully warm tides,
A storm of passion where safety hides.
Wrapped in her arms, I could forget the world,
As love in spirals and sparks unfurled.
But what I miss most, what tears me apart,
Is the beat of her heart against my heart.
A rhythm now silent, cruelly displaced,
By an emptiness only her love can replace.
Body consciousness, once bliss energised,
entwines toroidal heart with the head shell,
whereupon truth of Self is realised,
after stark fears and dark desires we bell,
freed at last from ego’s hypnotic spell.
As we are we be and so we become,
the flame sublime, synced with the cosmic hum.
Behind the mayhem and drama
Beats a sweet loving heart
A childlike playful heart
A heart lacking in self love and worth
An isolated troubled heart
A self inflicted undernourished heart
A heart that stopped beating at the age of thirty eight
A heart that should still be beating
An anorexic heart
My heart beats forth
Energies brilliants
Destinies worth
Unimaginable
Rallies forth spectacles
Springs forth awesome bright
My heartbeats light-life
04/03/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I could hear any music, their sensual lyrics rhyming with the beats,
Cadences rising and falling, calling my steps to sway gently,
I wonder if I will ever find a symphony that feels like it belongs to me,
To immerse myself in its rhythm, to let its harmonies lull my thoughts to sleep.
I seek that dreamy softness to bloom amidst this noise,
Its distinct melody making me aware of the heart I ignore by day,
Which I push aside in the daily tumult, lost in the rush of time,
A sound to awaken me to myself, to remind me who I am.
I hear songs at every turn I make, foreign echoes surrounding me,
But I seek that slow and gentle symphony I can call home,
A sonic refuge where silence intertwines with harmony, and my soul dances,
A place of my own, where the rhythm of life becomes a warm and eternal embrace.
In twenty twenty-four, yet I vibe like it’s ‘nine-nine,
Still rocking the rhythm, still feeling divine,
I’m a soldier in the game, got my crew by my side,
Like Destiny's Child, we’re ready for the ride.
Ain’t no scrub yelling from that passenger seat,
TLC taught us, we don’t take defeat,
I’m chasing my dreams, on this journey I roam,
With the echoes of R&B, I’m never alone.
Got my flip phone nostalgia, it rings like a song,
With every beat of the heart, I’m where I belong,
The world may have changed, but my spirit stays true,
In a throwback groove, I’m still feeling brand new.
The colors of the past, they paint my today,
Like scrunchies and flannels, they never fade away,
I’ll dance like no one's watching, with joy amplified,
In the heart of the ‘90s, forever I’ll glide.
With the spirit of the legends, I rise, and I stand,
Embracing the echoes of a carefree band,
So, here’s to the memories, the laughter, the cheer,
In twenty twenty-four, my ‘90s are here!
As my soul heart has a door that is closed;
Noise speaks loudness of per encapsulates;
My vessel contrite I am breathing bruise;
Broke heart open door that I may embrace;
Tears drops down my chin, my cheek, my whole face;
Breaths distorts ultimately---placated;
My arms and hands grasp holds implicated;
Opening and shutting of my heart strings;
Serrated set heart strung constipated;
As my soul heart has a door that is closed;
2/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2024
Afro Beats pulse through my veins/
Deep House vibrations as Dj Vertigo X manipulates the house vinyl/
The booth is alive/High-end sequences intertwine, complex melodies wrapping around me/
Jazz Hip Hop can you hear it? Waiting for the breakdown/ Do you feel It/
The echoes of Pete Rock and DJ Krush are in the air, a dance house of history, Bling to Swing, a playful soundtrack creaking in my ear/
Downtempo grooves guide our feet, Drums thumping, bumping/
Upright bass grounding our soul/
Melodic piano loops drifting, Chords and chromatic notes shifting/
Herbie Hancock to D’Angelo, From Prince’s Crown funk to our very own, Soulful loops, Jazzy Keys, Miss Anderson wants to sing if you please/
Tempos shifting, HI/high/treble/Top/ 85 BPM, 104 BPM, feel that ebb and flow, man, the sumptuously smooth journey unfolds/
Afro Beats and Deep House collide/
listen, baby, I ain’t talkin no playboy jive/
I so love you
Eye so see
That I'm design
To care for you
If this so true
Continues- my heartbeats for you
12/20/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
NO FLEXIN/ Word and Art/Tony Adamo
Iconic slick rhymes/
trumpet beats sampled/
Latin soul grooves on Bronx Street/
No flexin’, just real 90's rap/
Hip hop flows into jazz spoken word soul/
jazz whispers into Afrobeats ear/
a political word from Angela Davis and the Revolution speaks to Gil Scott Heron/
Nu jazz beats as congas play/
Bronx streets come alive with stickballs flying high/
Gil Scott’s voice/
singing for change that will never come/
a ghetto child,
runnin' wild/
hydrants spray/
cooling off the summer's day/
DJ BEND IN doin' his thing as the table spins/
John Lee's Hooker's blues N hip hop/
Hip hop and blues/ yeah that's right/
Thoughts flow free like a humming bee's sound/
Hip hop rap's musical notes make/
The Milky Way a sound system for the universe/
underground hoops play for money and dope/
Miles does do bop on his trumpet/
tasty like a Mars candy bar/
do-wop, boom bap/
what a solid remix, man!
I'm diggin' on your track/
So, relax and kickback/
This is what It means to be free/
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.