Best Viewing Poems

a traveller in wanderlust  can’t blink her eyes
on the  splendor of the place where she passes by
with a dreamy feeling she alights from her ride
gazes in gape to the marvelous beauty of a paradise

ambling along the green fields with bright flowers and yew...

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Fingers round the moon...
Tonight I cannot distinguish –
The weight of sake.
...

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The Viewing

She wore it that weekend
After he bought it at the drugstore
with eight dollars
they didn’t have.
Rent money.
Food.
It was a man’s Timex
and she wore it
in the motel.
She wore it in the waves
at the beach in Coronado.
The hands froze
and sand collected.
She wore it to the wedding.
She wore...

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A SPRING VIEWING HONEYDEW MOTHS AND BUTTERFLIES-

viewing pleasure spring
when live honeydew melon
out of butterflies

sunny dancing air
A white, dancing moth dancing
into the petal

spring viewing pleasure
fluorescent butterflies flies
as sweet melons lie

written words James Edward Lee Sr.2019©...

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Thinly lined eyelids seal the window to his soul.
His cheeks sink in, countenance concealed and dull.
His still lips wrinkle down to a frown, without tone.
With undoing infirmity, his breath has turned to stone.
Feeble flesh has overtaken the strength that he knew.
This mail order cadaver looks...

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Walking through a very long way,
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Viewing life through a lens,
My mind shot like a bullet going 100 
miles a minute, 
Then the journey begins,
I see the beauty in life,
Things I would miss if God would 
end it,
Things the naked eye may never 
understand,
The blissful moments in life,
I see the kindness...

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[Please note: while this poem may seem harsh, my mother-in-law did much good in her long life, more than I expect I have. It was prompted by the 'shock' that death has the power to take even those with the fiercest of wills.]




How could this...thing...

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...The rhythm of cobblestone in Spring
Pressed hard by memories of wheels...
As I lie down against a see-through wing
Life happens...On the other side it feels
A daring thrust of Snowdrop flowers through the chills

The heavy gates squeak open...I sense birds chirping
As they move beaks and people's sunglasses...

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Man’s lofty hopes once soared in stone.
His architecture sought God’s sky,
In spires uprisen, sprung from earth.

Today, man’s mood is crudely shown
In concrete cubes that smite the eye,
Brute paleoliths of stone-age worth
That future archeologists, amazed, will scan,
And ponder… did ape-like artisans evolve from man?...

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Sitting by the bay during a weekday watching the water I thought a manatee I observed
Just beneath the surface, it came up for just a few seconds and didn’t reemerge. 
I followed it with my eyes, seeing its imprint on the surface in the slightly...

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Piano tuners and honeymooners

skipping to the music of the offshore ballet

sea-side sunshine coordinates the rhythm and timing

waves in motion and gulls

wide-eyed and whispering



viscerally evocative...

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Take a hike, Zebulon Pike
Lofty spires sublimely inspires
Twisted pines, ties that bind
Gnarled roots, leather boots
Boulders cover, birds hover
Desperate schemed, pleasant dreams
Lofty grndeur, glad I'm here
Rusted rock, nature's walk
Talking hawks, gawking flocks
Drink your fill, eternities still...

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I took a walk through the jungle
Through the winter the snow falls
In the mountains far above the woods.
The waters were cold and I had to freeze
As my adventurous nature broke out
Took me to see the beauty of nature.

The blue sky and hilly horizons
The animals and...

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viewing the stars
all the night shadows
have a wish...

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