Best Heats Poems
when she heats, boils, bubbles, then we got real troubles
braised evil perfection, ...matron of deflection
fire heats balloon
punctuates the morning sky…
many moons aglow
Iron grips of discipline is strained.
Heats of the moment is sparsely contained.
Powers are overlooked in childish innocence.
Tolerance is not for mockery from aberrance.
Simmering hope and openness of freedom.
Alas, who can stop these steps to martyrdom....
Hearts are wrenching breathlessly in treason
To the stern mind ever destined to reason.
Shivering soul hugs the heat of its own cage
while cool dumb sheets bear frustration of rage.
Waves work overnight to convey words
and unfortunate hearts solve but crosswords!
Sure, it’s never eternal as eternity is abstract
And the heart often knows this bare fact.
Pack it all... emotions in depth of dark grooves!
Time now for a move as conscience proves,
Once again, rule is for a world that materialised.
Insensitive to tyranny that penalised.
Everlasting game; subduing the essence of humanity
while unscathed, it strives to stand in its own dignity!
Note: This poem came upon inspirations derived from my stay with international delegates in India and my wonderful exchange of customs and culture.
A warm summers night The moon and stars are endless yet in sight the solitude I have. The comfort of another I desire. A bottle of fine wine. A smoke if I choose no problems ahead so was thought. Closed off in the comforts of wine time and peacful sights laid back to rest. A steam rose off the waters of a nearby lake as I gazed in the mist I fell into darkness of my mind. A consious spirit of thoughts follows me in the sleep so comforting a rest was there but a steam to see as my dream broke loose in the steam another came forth a shock to my senses a comfort of a voice so calm a steady warm shiver runs away from my heart that spark of sound from my dream stirred my heart yet end there it did not just the same I stood up still and silent yet wanting to speak but thought not too yet the bodies of most seems so moist yet not as wet with water just the steam like as hot and cold collide as they near a moist steam sorrounds us as we draw near to a close touch it's build so strong yet a delicate covers of steam to it we belong a touch a peaceful rush but to our surprise neither did blush in each others eyes comfort we felt a steam all about also so felt warming and cool at one instance with no one visible to see us closed off by steam in closeness sorrounds. The souls of one own is all that abounds lost in silence no more our words to each other whispers and such travel along like the rising stream on the waters so still of our heart and minds passion entwined yet billions among us in this world we know but for a time it's us that here that's all we know we move ahead no show to see just two alone amongest the trees. The leaves a cover the leaves a bed. A comfort I have until I raise my head. I only remember this dream so real because a dream never felt so real so right so I sit alone a wait each night for two to be again love lost by a dream one night. It must happen twice to be so would say it again to happen my dream to be real someday will be thankful will be us two together at last of steam of past a future to last lost in steam forever will be a connection like this how else can be.
Sweating body
Midsummer heat
Skies cloudy
Drying fleet
Caressive heat
Slick eyes
Wet hands
Body moist
summer heats up
9/17/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021