Best Births Poems
Rabbit tracks in snow,
A runner on his errand.
New bunnies need food.
What Doc Jones called "nerves"
was early onset first love.
No cure has been sought.
March 31, 2017
It’s both a bitter funeral for freedom
and the birth of new crime.
TWO BIRTHS
a man is ruined twice
in love once and in death once
so he has two births
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Surely tell a reason why?
Under what circumstances?
So why kill one or throw?
Precious are the double gains
Every labour yarns for increment
Never underestimate an increment
Sure you are mean taboo
Ending and slimming twin breathes
If I were the compassionless sort
without regard for flowing sanctity,
and if hunger more dire than thirst
rocked through me with stings true,
I would think of babies as morsels
of puffy flesh more succulent than
the sinewy knots riddled with tendons
once formed as joints since adults
bend knees with ardor too vast
to grasp pure honesty.
When snacking upon that treasure
trove of future’s calling, I laugh at
the clamor of rattles and chimes
since baby chops prove delicate
bits, stippled with rivulets of soft
fat yet to be flexed in purpose or
pleasure, and children blinded by
innocence never see the devil in
my blood-streaked eyes or the
cherub on my shoulder.
Once sated by my feast of infants,
my hollow chest will rumble loud
till my questing once more lumbers
to pastel quarters of babbling coos.
I shall round up more tinkering grubs
still swaddle-bound by fabric most
cloying, inviting my navy blood to
boil with pathogens unleashed by
centuries of lust, greed and avarice
until prospect staggers lost.
The love of my births,yours mine with it.
Necklace of maked bondage,never break down.
Your trust from me,never not left.
The love of my births,yours mine with it.
Come thunder storm,whether go this life.
With your hands,my hand never left.
You do not have to be angry, never rowdy.
The love of my births,yours mine with it.
Necklace of maked bondage,never break down.
Your trust from me,never not left.
Still mourning dove nests,
safety for tenuous eggs.
Calm dove births her spawn.
For all those who are violent
They may don't like religion,
They may not believe in God
There was a "mother",
To think her gave birth was sinful!
spring highlights birth bliss
gardens beautified by bulbs~~~
daffodils blossom
blossoms waft freedom
midst birds’ chirping symphony~~~
blue jays sing blest life
life's wonders God-wrought*
exploding with buds and sprouts~~~
nature splendor glows
*Job 12:9 Who knoweth not in all these that the hand of the LORD hath wrought this?
April 22, 2021
5th place, "Spring Haiku Chain" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by M. L. Kiser; judged on 4/26/2021.
Solar often sups
Quenching thirst of ocean depths
Ice banks, beauty's birth
3-25-10
Reborn here now without baggage,
morning shrieks open my first page,
life to journey, burdens to load,
through turmoils on treacherous roads!
nude, small, no riches to engage,
reborn here now without baggage,
if wealth there was, no longer mine,
and those I loved, of them no sign.
memories of past in dark fade,
but wages of sin are still paid,
reborn here now without baggage,
soul’s trial's in new body cage.
can wisdom guide this life from hence?
to break cycle of rebirths thence?
past fortunes I built till old age,
reborn here now without baggage.
N/A
03/10/2021
Dawn poetry contest
Unseeking seeker
16 lines, quatern 8 syllables each line
PS syllable counter
CRIMSON MOON BIRTHS DEMONS SOON
There’s a embroil inside crimson moon, tonight births demons out soon
4/15/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
moon blooms with lanterns
night palls a velvet blue veil~
earth awaits new births
*A 3rd Place* in the following contest (Judged on Aug. 22, 2020)
Haiku – Nature Themes 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Syllable count: 5/7/5
Poppies burn like love under the sun that births longing,
Let me ask for forgiveness, to touch your face with light,
To be your sunbeam, to be a halo on your delicate brow,
To caress your skin with a sweet breeze, a zephyr that caresses the wheat,
Let my smile seduce you, let longing flow over your waist.
The evening wind gently blows over the field of burning poppies,
The ripe bosom to be caressed by the almond-shaped eyes' eyelid,
To lose ourselves among the fields in the fiery and ember sunset,
On partridge wings, feel the yearnings that break through.
A fire in our chests that scorches, disappearing for just a moment,
Feel the ember of the eyes, the living longing slowly taking shape,
I, enamored with you, feel through gazes how I lose you,
To run to catch you in play, to gently caress you.
I weave poppy flowers in golden rays and wheat spikes,
To embrace you at my chest, to hear what the heart says,
Mad with happiness, only the horizon to know our secret,
To sip the dewdrops from the poppies in bloom.
With my heart, I chase after your soft and hot lips,
I want to unlock the magic in your black and gentle eyes,
To cool our mouths by extinguishing the ember of burning eyes,
From poppy petals to sip sweet whispers of love.
The fleeting moment is a feast without a shadow of bitter regret,
I lock your love in the chest of my penetrating heart,
Listening to how happiness echoes from the field in trills,
Forgive me for daring to steal your loving heart.
I embroider with poppy flowers longings that burn deep in the chest,
The secret thought refreshed in a carefully kept secret pocket,
Forgive the heart's mistake if longing blinded me,
Too sweet was the lure, too strongly it bewildered me.