Best Aire Poems
The cooings of a snow-white dove
Beseech the wind to bring us love
But pandemics apart
Don't you dare touch my heart
Unless you wear a rubber glove!
The way stretches forward, the infinity path
Every shape well defined, by the certainty of math
Great ferns surround, curved in huge Fibonacci arcs
While trees, gods of forest, are discontinuities in bark
The air is still and it's gentle touch oddly cool
And a visiting writer would lie about a pool
And a nymph. Or a vast Aire kingdom on high:
Beauty's present as the trees, though concealed from the sky
I followed her here, for where else would she dwell
Not hidden away in some black and white cell
The most perfect line, shaping me and my soul
Once my love now my breath, my quest takes a great toll
This cool jungle is our home as I try to define her:
I'm a textbook on the harm of obsession's spur.
When mum tells you to eat your beans
You know exactly what she means
That foul belly air
Needs to go somewhere
And better not be in your jeans!
Destellos son tus ojos bellos
cuando la noche pasa
y la luna llena me abriga
En mi soledad cansada
mis sueños se durmieron
y los tuyos opaque por un largo tiempo
pero no eterno ...
Paciencia y perseverancia
son todo lo que tengo
durante estos tiempos ajenos
El futuro ilumina
el presente complicado
aire fresco entrara a nuestras ventanas
y bailaremos sonriendo ...
Far moost o' me
three score minus one year
tethered upon terra firmae where
planet Earth doth veer
(spins upon the global axis
(tilted 23.5 degrees from the plane
of its orbit around the sun),
terrestrial genesis (perhaps accompanied
for Pete's sake by Gabriel
blowing his horn) in all honesty unclear
boot more oven concern
points to thermonuclear
and/or subnuclear
war, particularly at forefront
of thine primate noggin
actively hypothesizing
theoretical armageddon,
when non plus ultra gravitates
with e pluribus unum necessitating
each individual to bend over
and kiss his/her rear
goodbye unless total merciless *****
hue loss atomic fallout immediately
incinerates e'en
the moost savvy profiteer,
which aforementioned prognostication
arose from overbear
ring hazy, hot and humid
dangerous heat spell near
lee approximating insufferable
temperature nearing triple digits
(along Eastern Seaboard
of United baked States
makes this human,
an immediate convert to climate control
(though he happened tubby already)
basking, glorifying, and luxuriating
within delightful 60º Fahrenheit mere
really expressing gratitude for such
creature comfort donning my
stretched out birthday suit,
(yet thee moost comfortable leisurewear
then thrift store "special bag
mountain of clothes
as mooch as Yukon sales,"
no matter mine ill mannered
mirrored reflection doth jeer
at such a sorry sight, and/or
laugh reading interlinear
monologue colloquy,
which message gleaned between lines,
and should this poem be red aloud,
thy orgasmic passion linkedin
with humming HVAC, ye would hear
courtesy hove cochlear
(hollow tube in the inner ear)
sensitive to deafening sounds...so beware!
Cold front brings August respite
upon cusp of autumn quite
natural palliative to forget monetary plight
relieving spate of dog days of summer
seasonal crisp balm appeared overnight
evidenced of late by Jeeves
cool temperatures at night
temporarily bumping ugly
global warming with moonlight
sonata courtesy mother nature
perfect bonfire weather courtesy lignite
kept burning chaste cheerful pro bono
strong arm moored Sir Lancelot knight
sinewy physique, muscularly lean
apropos appellation applied Jack Lite
doubling up as Jack Frost
i.e. old man winter based
on Farmer's almanac
forecasters, who possess
sixth sense insight
predicting harsh winter, yeah right
as if standing atop shoulders of giants
towering, rivaling, overshadowing...
Jack and beanstalk re: fabulous height
seedy tale Aesop pose ghostwrite
ten and/or retold by Flora Annie Steel
fanciful imaginative flight
first appeared as The Story to delight
kids all ages of Jack Spriggins and
the Enchanted Bean in 1734 quite
similar to goose that laid golden egg
wishful thinking miniature
cogs and wheels spin
furiously at midnight
fantasizing escaping out
maws o' penury plight
accepting hand to mouth existence
experiencing pleasant distraction
as fall weather doth excite
reminding me seasonal change
could kindle potential playwright
within, which storyline outright
fabrication trumpeting rich mogul
comprising make believe webbed world
frees yours truly 24/7 nightmarish fright
one forlorn bummer groveling along...
holding transformative amulet tight
precious stone of malachite
imparting deep energy cleaning,
bringing healing powers that
powers love delight.
Friends said their marriage would not last
Now fifty-years have slowly passed
Hand-in-hand
Gland-in-gland
The two of them have had a blast!
Fresh air, fresh air you will find
A warm spring breeze
There is some kind of quietness
And God will be there waiting
Gentle portions of missive cool but wholesome breeze
Pollen around the trees
Grasses blowing in the wind
As a fresh new baby bird sings
And I found all of this beautiful
Fresh air
Is an invisible space
Fresh air
held up by the wind
Lord I hope you can
Comfort me again;
And I found all of this beautiful
Fresh air
Is an invisible space
Fresh air
A light gentleness
As the wind balms it caresses
And God will be there waiting on
I gentle passions of memories cool but wholesome love
And I got me and the Lord says
And I got Him I'll keep singing sing
keep bringing on grasses blowing in the wind
A fresh new baby bird now sings
And I found all of this wonderful, so beautiful
An invisible space held up by the wind and grace
Lord, I hope you can comfort me again, again;
A light gentleness as the wind balms blows by it caress, fresh air
And I found all of this beautiful
Fresh air
Is an invisible space
Fresh air
held up by the wind
Lord I hope you can
Comfort me again;
And I found all of this beautiful
Fresh air
07/18/75
Written words & Arranged music by
James Edward Lee Sr.
base off of Fresh Aire/Mannheim Steamroller Album
NORTHERN AIRE---
air I share with you
breathing H20 smells good
clean fresh northern air
1/30/19
Wife
paints commons
from deck
heated quicken aire
temperatures boiling pot
sweating man it's hot
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
I LOVE YOU AND THE AIRE YOU BREATHE
will you love me so
because I'm deeply in love
with you oh, so much
I wish I'd touch the--
very air you breath inhale
I'll embrace exhale
10/05/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Twilight Cold Winter Aire - A Haiku
snowy winter aire
so blue, frosty twilight flies
after the frostbite
1/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Mist the heated air
Spread adrift the clouds up high
Swirling clouds cross casting shadows over grounds
Closing variable of scenic vibes
Questioning the humidity
Wavering atmospheric breathes of freshness
Dews in the grass lightly watered
Fourteen-inch mist above the waters
Ponds, Lakes and streams in front of me, mist the heated air
8/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2021
Artist
paints by pond
plein aire