Best Foray Poems
Oh, what powerful lights on a sable sea
Sugar crystals sprinkled on all ebony
Back to the ground, eyes up to sky
Plant me like this, the very day I die
In a glass coffin on the world, display
My eyes to the stars, as comets foray
I pray to heaven if this be how my soul is condemned
In looking up, my words on angels garments hemmed
In this silent foray
Mystic music started to play
That was soothing to ears
A calming balm for the heart
Simple truths revealed
Complicated lies thrashed
To the mystic tune, heart beats danced
Just some moments, revealed all that is
This venture into silence, my greatest adventure
Meet me—by the abandoned houses—>there
not here<—, for it’s a danger! to be seen
in such ill company as I__I mean:
if strangers knew how strange was our affair,
they’d **** us!—meet me when night has grown fair,
bring gifts (flowers) (for nothing’s more obscene
in such situation as we are keen).
Though I’m well loath to leave you unaware,
you’ll must need hear silence ‘stead my full name;
—(it’s customary practice;)—tell me not
yours either; I want to know as little
as possible,—so to go without blame,
and still to lick the flame:to spill the plot:
to linger - - - on your delightful spittle.
Sunflowers in a lavish bouquet, warm with the heat of day,
Tall, elegant and lovely, faces turned in different directions,
Like a pearly, August moon foray, as the sun is going away;
While it bestows most recent, bronze, sunshine recollections.
The lustrous leaves deep green, and just waiting to be seen,
In the large, red-violet vase, on a table, beside the window,
In zesty, thrill days of summer sheen, and fragrant dreams.
Sunflowers, so elegantly yellow, by the south wall of indigo!
Crow's claws carrion campy carping
nsync nocturnal teenage mutant ninja turtles
analogous to scuttling
(think) browed beastie boys scarab beetle
brandishing sharp small scabbard swords
delightedly digging daggers deep
into deadened prey
rotting roadkill repulsively reeking
formerly (mere moments ago) once
fancy free and footloose
happy go lucky creatures
perhaps instinctively squirreling away
scarce winter rations
animals oblivious to danger
(i.e. despite matter of fact
courteous attentive driver)
former obviously caught within headlights
(high beams blinding) crosshairs
deerly beloved critters
natural longevity instantaneously doomed
unsightly splayed internal guts
displeasure welling up
against... me long time
licensed vehicular operator
(within keystone state – Pennsylvania)
loathes unintentionally destroying
moosed abominable creature
self anointed ingenious species/
genus *****sapiens
debonair bipedal hominid
eradicates, euthanizes, and extinguishes
innocent kickstarting life within blink
ousted arbitrary dint of virtue
smug simian ruler of realm
sowing seeds of her/his destruction,
not necessarily strictly,
cuz she/he unable to brake,
nor swerve away within timely fashion,
but brainstorm gifted
harnessing collective intelligence concoct
weapons of mass destruction
in lockstep with environmental exploitation
dangle the very survival
various and sundry (extensive) precious
living things unbeknownst to them
will soon become extinct
rendering highly radioactive
oblate spheroid leaving not mushroom
except opportunistic trumpeting
donning guise of: parasitic braconidae wasp,
fruit flies, cockroaches and et alia yon
mummichog, scorpions, and Escherichia coli
for jump starting Earth biota.
Cavalry chivalry;
Splendor cadillac ;
I'm sure love
For you shall;
Not to be ignored;
Beloved you are my
Beloved;
And heated bliss;
I must insist;
I 'll seal our hearts wish;
With the Velvet kiss;
Splendor a cabaret;
I love you so this day;
What a beautiful foray?
12/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
The uphill climb,
rigorously relentless
with ambling ambitions
and schematic stratagem,
blueprinted blatantly
on the blank
parchment of mind,
sketched skillfully
with chameleon color shift,
transiently transfixed.
The gripping gravity
of transcendental time
of the loaded past
pulls back incessantly
the present instants,
fastens in retrospect
the incoherent network
of faltering footsteps
at the refurbished root
of existential essence.
The intent inertia
of living force
creates proactive
causal momentum
of tumultuous time,
permeates the perception
of the fourth dimension.
The construed continuum
of elusive eternity,
strives to unveil ineffectually
the shrouded acuity
at the summit of actuation,
emotionally evasive.
The climb connotes
a futile foray
to nowhere.
Soft Clock Foray #1
He serves her armadillo heart
to four knaves under glass,
and tones her angst with creams of slight.
He pours himself a generous sea
from under her Ouroborean eyes,
to slate his endless urn of thirst,
and milks her breasts for sweet blue
syrups.
He rides the pulse of her loudly sleep
to meld a silent crash
that oozes verse from myriad wells
which seal themselves with stones of light,
and brilliant are his tongues for her.
She knows this all and yields to him
circles of small vanities.
What side can you judge infinity from,
the front or then the back
If it’s never over, or never ends,
how then can you protract
Can infinity stop and start again,
would it be different or the same
Can judgment ever qualify,
what it can’t even name
If generalizations are generally true,
what can we really know
With the distance between our hopes and dreams,
beyond what time can show
One step forward and one step back,
micromanaging the present away
The ideas you profess, whose laws you tout,
tethering emptiness—to illusions foray
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)