#HarmonyRetreat
Sleeping below the clear sky,
On the soft green grass matress;
A childhood dream not too far
Relieves me of all my stress....
Climbing high mountains
before the break of the day
Amidst the stillness and silence around,
Is an inner excitement that makes you stay,
Longer and even longer to finally get to see
The scenic beauty of the Dawn, surreal for one to believe.
That Childhood Dream since then
rings in my head again and again.
On a gloomy rainy afternoon,
I look out of my window all of a sudden
I see a bright light emerging
tearing the clouds apart.
That Sun Ray brings back my hope
at all tough times of my life
Even though it's a dream
Its display of courage is extreme.....
Stone - A Haiku
cool break of the day
where a precious, small stone stalks
into the flower
7/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Cold break of the day
then a little, light house stands
frozen off the road
2/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
At the break of the day
Hearts begin their journey
Stranded like birds
Catching worms
And equally caught
Racing for their fate
On the legs of a big river
Flawing down their veins
But making way for drowning
Souls being flooded
And washed as well
To the end of the world
Rushed they go
On each other' s elbow they lean
Walking slantly
Deeply shaking inside
Looking at tomorrow's destiny
And falling faraway
Poem by/ Hassan Mohammad Alemrany
Egypt, Bani Omran
early aurora
a special hummingbird flies
by lightning bug
~
next break of the day
hummingbird lights eat nectar
as lightning bug shines
7/4/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
light break of the day
A hessian, giant face looks
whilst watching the moon
~
shining auroras
A little, giant fly looks
at the perfect moon
~
glared breaks of day
lone cloud, filled with rain water
falls from heaven host
2/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Fogged break of the day
A new damp newspaper rests
On the rubber mat
English Haiku 5,7,5
(Does not require all lower case)
January 25, 2020
10am PST
still break of the day
small damp village awakes
cold bunny still sleeps
January 7, 2020
Autumn Silly Swimming Squirrel - A Haiku
chill break of the day
a young, silly squirrel swims
at the perfect fish
~
who ever knew that
a squirrel could swim on top
of the waters so
~
unfriendly cockcrow
a gray, silly squirrel swims
whilst watching the fish
11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
cold break of the day
a large, hairy spider stalks
in the old basement
~
freezing aurora
this huge, hairy spider walks
in this old basement
11/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Cats Meow - A Haiku
light break of the day
a gray, hungry cat purring
whilst watching the bowl
idyllic noonday
a siamese, meow cat
betrayed by the pot
3/29/19
by James Edward Lee Sr ©2019
My spirit hurts
At the arrive of the night
When you are away.
My spirit cries
When you are away,
Why don't you lay with me?
My heart aches
At the break of the day
When you are away
My heart breaks
Why don't you stay with me?
When you are away,
My body longs for you night and day.
Every ribs and veins crack disappointedly
Because you were away and long gone with hope.
My body shivers in the comfort of the noon
When you are away,
Why don't you caress my body?
My eyes weeps at the sight of loneliness
When you are away,
Why do you leave me alone?
While crossing barrens last December night
I saw a ghost in the scrubby growth of trees
He was standing a strawman and I was in fright
In the gibbous moon's diffident light.
The world was an obscuring haze clouding my reason
I padded along in muffled sound as if in a treason
The spooky shade had a little glitch as if to ***** my neglected pitch
In the lonely mist and stony haze I saw the winter season
I traversed the field and reached a pool
The ashgray fog was coming from the cool
I had to wait for the break of the day
To bask my edgy soul in the sun's first ray.
To me, yea, Iris is like bleu
The scent of yours all imbued
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes bewitched
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes of glee,
That gives light to me in turn,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
With sword-shaped leaves,
Showy colored flowers,
Displaying rainbow colors.
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
Eyes, break of the day, enliven.
I see a heart full of love,
With the gentleness of a dove.
Feel, in her eyes, March,
September in her heart.
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October 8, 2014 (A Repost)
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: The sweetest touches of verse by Gautami Phookan
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August 31, 2014
Form: Rhyme (Song)
Third Place win
Contest: Song:Craig Cornish
What a pity flowers can utter no sound
A singing rose, a whispering violet around
What a rare miracle would it be if unbound!
And the rarest when my Iris comes around
Not alone but rounded by irises with scent
Of her all pervading round the table laid
Can behold her all-enriched face decent
You are my genus Iris, sharp-shaped maid
Showy colored displaying the rainbow color
Your mesmerizing eyes, green and deepened
Deeper than the depth like those stilled waters
Those eyes felt at break of the day enlivened.
Iris, welcome to the party with heart full of love
Let me feel your gentleness of a dove.
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July 7, 2014
Form: Contemporary sonnet
Fifth Place win
Contest: Garden Party
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