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UNIVERSAL MATTER SUBSTANCES- IN PLANETARY

UNIVERSAL MATTER SUBSTANCES- IN PLANETARY

Sun
Planet maybe star
blasting, blighting, shining,
planet universe matter substances
lateraling  stellateing
Lunar rocky
Moon

6/2/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©

Forever

Once upon a time, one of the most heartbreaking tales
ever told - Snow White will not wake up.   Forever,
her husband bruised, as if a true to life witch
threw him off Rapunzel’s tower, and into the briars,
beating, blighting, blinding him. He doesn’t want to see
the world without his bride. Meanwhile, an insipid whiner
behind bars, after her drunken careen and crash,
begs with youthful tears - but…but…they let out murderers,
those who deliberately kill. I told the judge I was sorry…
as if she just took a cookie from a toddler. The golf cart framed
with extreme happiness of bride and groom…celebrants
wishing them well, blessing their union ‘til death do they part.

5/23/2023

Weather Or No

Forecast
raise mast

Air mass
eat grass

Storm front 
bear brunt 

Blue skies
time flies 

Dark clouds 
dull  crowds

Wet spell
from hell

Sunshine 
divine 

Strong gust 
disgust 

Gale force 
morose 

Lightning 
blighting

Thunder
blunder  

Spring tide 
I cried 

Rainbow 
eye glow

Wide trough
chest cough 

Red heat 
conceit 

Warm haze 
delays 

Halos 
moon rose

Black ice 
not nice 

Snowdrift 
I’m miffed

Dewdrops
on copse 

Trade wind 
rescind 

Cyclone 
Chills bone 

Blind fog 
Agog

Grey mist
delist 

Deep freeze
disease 

Fresh spring 
in thing 

Summer
Hummer 

Autumn’s
doldrums 

Winter’s
Cinders

Sharp frost
fuel cost 

Hailstones 
bleak groans

Ground sleet
at feet

Graupel 
rural

Rainfall
please stall 

Greenhouse 
must douse

A Lurking Shadow

How perfidious is it to hide,
not to be found and be recognized
for the values not revealed
but shamefully being cast aside? 
How deplorable is it to renounce existing,
refusing the crown of meekness,
a life of peaceful days, of a lesser complicity  
and accept the glory of vanity...
when feelings of betrail resurge, contesting
the perception of loss beyond credibility?

Does one choose loneliness so voraciously sought,
that retreat from a squalid existence that fate brought
to a secluded place that lacks colors and sounds
allowing horrid darkness to descend upon defeats,
blocking out the brilliance and blighting the thoughts
of a mind in search of solitude and self-awareness? 

How pathetic us to turn 
into a lurking shadow
to conceal the frown of scorn,
the angry look of hurt...
rejecting soothing comfort,
accepting horrid sorrow!

Do all have the same principles of idiocy
and follow a deceiving voice
swerving them from reason...
does it offer delusions that attempt treason?
How strong is their effect on honesty;
how will it coordinate with their choice?

Endangered Species

My fingers feverishly racing over the keys,
Searching for the words…the right words
To express in verse my embattled pleas
On behalf of endangered animals and birds.

I was moved to adopt their cause of late
My fingers feverishly racing over the keys,
Recalling the awful fate of Arctic baby seals
Watching a video brought me to my knees.

Learning of the garbage found on high seas
Can we restore them to pristine condition?
My fingers feverishly racing over the keys
While daily, our earth is in blighting attrition.

Soon, rampant pollution will overcome us
If we do not take up this cause, so please
Remember, as a contribution to the crisis,
My fingers feverishly racing over the keys. 

Written July 3, 2022

Only Words

words
spoken
in anger
like punches thrown
cut and bruise and scar
blighting spirits
breaking hearts
only
words

Written 3/2/22

I Found Me , Thanks To All Selfish In My Life

_*I FOUND ME , THANX TO ALL SELFISH IN MY LIFE*_

In the era of egomania
I nourushed lossing someone phobia.
I cried for those; who laughed at me
I convinced them with my down knee
I chassed them, I begg them
I kept the stone and terminated gem
 Now I learned how to survive , 
I found me , thanx to all selfish in my life 

I have skill for art , stydy, dance and writing
for shake of their attention i was blighting
I was crying whole night
left the bright colour and stayed in dim light
where there is no value of my existence 
but now I choose to enhance 
See, I learned how to survive
i found me , thanx to all selfish in my life

Swinging Chavs

The only good chav is one swinging from a rope
Strung about his long skinny neck
Chocking the bastard to death slowly
Thus ending his petty little life once and for all
Doing us all a favour and stamping out crime
Ending the problem and consigning the chav to history
Those bastards do no good and are very selfish
Wearing their fake gold, tracksuits and Burberry
Walking with a swagger like they own the town
Blighting England with all types of crime
From shop lifting to murder they do it all
Smoking weed, popping a pill and drinking vodka
Then stealing a car and enjoying the police chase
It’s a shame cop choppers don’t have a cannon and missiles
Open season on the chav who are society’s menace
Only taking and never giving from all they meet
Pass the law and make the chav illegal
Then root them out and eradicate them all
Each one a bastard not fit to exist where law and order is king.

Avidity

In the swaying middle of a dangerous voyage
To climes of far sunnier look and ripening age, 
I often fight the doubts of a death-daring wreck;
Questioning the exact wisdom of my lonely trek. 

Not that I midway could my courses amend,
Nor make room for ruings and ebbing hopes;
Or dreading harsher shores first wishes trim,
To cry in sync with sad martyrs' effete tropes. 

Verily there’s a shadow where clear roads stood,
And tripping blocks where defter legs easily trod; 
There slashing ogres their charging scrolls shout,
To put to rout the wearied walker's untiring mode.

Yes dispiriting detriment picked routes obscures,
With every unthinkable wall and slowing mounds;
Forcing fatigued legs into impromptuous detours,
Which bite with blighting pain and chilling sounds. 

The labouring voyager shall move on in truth,
To the dream-born Idylls of his unshorn youth.

Atrophy

She'd had her round in Life's blighting furnace,
Where stealthy wear and age blurred her face.
Dents shot where dreamy dimples had grown,
Lightning smiles usurped by involuntary frown.  

In her livelier turns by Midas' glowing shores,
She galloped and gleamed like grated brass. 
Time’s grim cankers fell on the rarefied feast
Of the cutest eye ever cast on envious glass. 

If as a reincarnated phoenix's her gone grin
Could twirl and morph into its erstwhile arc,
She’d anon repulse her timing nemesis’ sin,
And give her faded glories an eternal spark. 

Bereft of that fairy fowl's sheen-saving magic,
She’d to inevitably brave decay's stoic scythe. 
Merry rhyme sung her sweet charms to mimic
Faded to ethers wherein dead beauties writhe. 

No looker who her earth-blemished visage espies,
Can know she was the fairest star in kindlier skies.

Words In Anger

Like a precious vase
That’s slipped through buttered fingers
pieces  strewn  on the floor
Like so many broken promises 
You’re words  lie scattered
Across my heart and soul
Motionless 
But speaking a thousand words
Knifes may cut you
Bullets wound
But words can scar you’re soul
words spoke in anger 
grow like a cancer 
blighting lives
words spoken in haste
just cause harm faster
yet heal just as slowly
if your words are  spoke in anger
they are better never said
let silence me you’re 
watch word

Smoke

Sparks alit
Fire burning
A stick, a cig
Accumulating

Smoke drifting
Ashes fleeting
Darting, floating
But never ceasing

Huffing puffing
Non-stop haling
Polluting, blighting
My lungs are dying

I Saw a Sundrop: Constanza

I saw a sundrop in a field,
a daffodil to be exact,
stand brave upon the snow-filled tract.

In blighting cold it would not yield;
long since its fellows disappeared
to that one spot it still adhered,

though flurries did the winter wield.
The autumn did its namesakes in
before the hoarfrost could begin

and slicing gusts now unconcealed,
with falling rain becoming snow.
The way of death it would not go

as though behind a covert shield
that kept its sunlit attitude
when sleet unto the land ensued.

I saw a sundrop in the field,
in blighting cold it would not yield,
though flurries did the winter wield
and slicing gusts now unconcealed,
as though behind a covert shield.

11/15/17

My Space

I love my little hide a way, my own space to escape the troubles of the day.
yet an elbow and your arm can be out stretched.
four by six and built of bricks.
now patchwork wood lines the floor and adorns the walls.

The added insulation was not my intention at all, but a place 
to hang my tools.
home-made bench and vice all types of electrical devise.
The scent of sawdust laces the air, Beach Elm and new felled pine
makes ones senses feel lost in time, but not for today as I just sit here
trying to shake of the anxiety that for some reason unknown has been 
my shadow blighting me all day.

So just me hidden in my own little place, no frown or smile adorns my face
just me my absent thoughts and flask of tea gazing at not just the shelves and brackets, but the hundreds of items stacked high aloft.
each one has a story to tell, trinkets and treasures some family air-looms 
bits and pieces and bits are just junk, but you keep, for one day that junk
will transform a room or help fix a broom.

Yes I adore my little hide-a-way here I find my sanctuary.

Racism

Them that never cease to claim
Everything that’s ours is theirs.
They take our lands,
They spill our blood;
Our children are consumed by lust.
The future, but a toxic mix:
Ancestors lived and died for this?
This legacy, blighting as a spell;
Contaminating, burns a living-hell.
Who is man and who is beast
When one pretends to love but hates?

Copyright 23.10.14

(Written for Black History Month Oct in UK
The killing continues in plain sight and in various guises)

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