A new blossoming
petals of the soul unfurl
reaching for their match
"The buds on my pear tree will become florets this day,
prettily unfurled a creamy white." by poet
On leaves of green streams down the gold
of a radiant April dawn,
and blotted out is winter’s cold
because sun’s here to warmly smile upon
the pear tree that is posing on my lawn.
The first day for her blossoming has come.
White pearled clusters now adorn my favorite tree.
A lovely fashionista this day she has become.
Can any other tree be more beautiful than she?
The setting sun weaves a poem,
blossoming
unsung trochaic along the river basin
(Nurulhuda Junction. Teesta)
Sometimes it feels quite an estranged thought to realise that living is a mundane day to day thing to sustain. The welfare causes are demanding all those intricate , subtle personal delicate feelings, into a powermonger possessive expositional ownership, for no good understood parameter.
The book was well versed. Muzzammil was lying on his bed, half awakened. He took his glass pairs off. A pair of opaque spectacles, with the littlemost effort, both the bifocal parts are often sweaty. He was waiting for his wife’s special morning tea, everyday. Remote area in the suburban side, every day newscaster is often quote a belated story there.
December, 2025
Written: January 03, 2025
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In a world without walls, feelings run wild,
Their vision soars, such a curious child.
Unbound by meter or syllable count,
Words ballet freely, without a surmount.
Embracing nakedness in its pure form,
Expression flows, unafraid of the norm.
Yanked bare, in virginity embrace,
Binding belt of chastity finds no place.
In meadows, we sleep quiet and serene,
A pristine haven, free from squatter scenes.
No fighting for rights, with sonnet-built homes,
Just literature's embrace, where grace roams.
Departing from rite, followers claim note,
As castles rise, passion keeps hope afloat.
Realm of blossoming rays
A beauty full of grace
You're a cradle of hope
For the hearts that are aloof
The heart of your nature
Is as pure as your nurture
You're a paradise for the fishes
A haven for the trees
The soft touch of your kiss
Is like a gentle breeze
You cause the heart to mend
You don't judge but comprehend
The heart of your wisdom
Is as tame as your kingdom
Where the grains of your fibers
Are cherished by the youngers
Your rays are so clear and bright
To many you are a sunlight
So be strong amidst this struggle
May we be safe within your cuddle
Edited and Posted March 21, 2023
But written earlier in the height of the pandemic as part of my unpublished poetry anthology
Blossoming flowers that grow in the thicket of time
Valentine cards carefully written growing ageless with time
In loving care with the moon,
a glowing cupid darts about with spriteful aim
shooting gold tip arrows full of magic
targeting Valentine souls of the world,
when they are hit, they don't stand a chance!
Sweet chocolate candies and black bow ties
grins that say, I loved you from the very start
Forever your heart holds the key
in this sweet aftertaste there is never any haste
when it comes to love, take your time !
The comings and goings of passion need simmer,
for its only through long lasting bonds
that they glimmer and shine !
You smile like a flower blossoming
With petals opening slowly like the peacock's tail
With beautiful hopes and dreams
Showing genuinely from your heart and soul
You laugh like a stream
Flowing its way through rocks and jungles
With ripples like singing a song happily
With beautiful rhythms
Like those rhythms of melodies
From heaven
When your words were sweet and real,
Spurting love, care and heed.
You were in love, head over heel.
Hiding the fondness beneath,
Love blossoming into a tree on a heath.
Alas, the tree began to wither,
Dry up and lose all the vigour.
For there was no more the love,
That watered the roots from the cove.
The bark now turned brown
Full of cracks from the strife and frown.
It is but a matter of time,
The mighty tree shall turn to dust and grime.
Yet, the leaves fly around,
In a hope to search and hound,
In memories shall they bound.
For you will never find me around.
When your guilt shames you down,
And you finally come around.
my blossoms flowers
rising-growing towards the skies
passion so flowers
2/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
2/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Each petal, leaf, each vein, each thorn, not any one the same,
Stand tall in there duty protecting Their tillage from the dark winged shadows circling the sky's mains
The wind slightly changes and they sway so waiting on the rain.
Each is there own colour with shades all with different names.
Same race, different names, different colours , different shapes and different mothers.
Many layers and characteristic ways and some blooming, others blossoming and some like to sleep away there days.
Sometimes the wind peels off a layer, and at times the rain lay heavy weighing them down until they drop to the ground, leaving no armour.
The sun singes there edges making them burnt and different to the eye.
Sometimes they are open,sometimes closed, but there's one thing that everyone knows about the beautiful, elegant and regal garden guard's ,
that in all there differences, one thing they all were created with in traits,
That they all smell the same, Subtle but intense, delicate and strong.
It's that distinct fragrance, it's the smell of the ROSE.
.
flowers have been sown
waiting for blossoming buds
to grow and flourish
sunflower blossom
yellow petals brown eyes gleam
skinny green tall stock
~
standing ever firm
blossoms jubilee rejoices
blossom sunflower
8/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2021
~Spring has sprung before Jesus comes not your faith shall blossom~
5/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
''Seeing earthly benevolence . From nature's blooming caress.''
They are in the woodwork of my mind
framed memories fixed, nailed in time.
My father is there, silent as wood.
I sought to know him, but never could.
Mother’s presence splinters the air
I hear her still, voice cobbled in care.
Older sisters emerge, a polished veneer
whispering what others won’t go near.
An older oak-stout brother appears
he ingrained me with nightmarish fears.
Best memories end a blossomed tree
when a surprise baby brother comes to be.
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