Passing the PILL?
Brightly sun beats sweat out of men--
Abreast, they hold and pass
A bumpy brownness roundball
Dirty-sweaty bronze-gray-brown bodies
Walk, hop, run skate and walk
Pop, shot shoot the pill, outside toll
A hot brazen day on the Tarmac of ”Basketball”
8/21/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026© Imagism
Little birds flitting here and there
playing joyfully, foraging;not a care.
As their exploring a whole new world
Flourishing; with their wings unfurled.
As winters brownness turns to green
flower buds are bursting what a scene.
Tulips and daffodils brighten the day
new generations are born upon hay.
We’re starting to see butterflies and bees,
new leaves begin to re cover the trees.
And as plants up trellises begin to climb
everything feels energised; it’s Springtime.
Chocolate
Smooth, that’s what I am Smooth like silk
Chocolate layers of sweetness engulf my soul
Creamy, dreamy double layers of chocolate
The desired possession, but can’t you see,
I am preserved by God, His Specialty
I am the chocolate Sister
This is how God made me
From the top of my head Down to my feet
I am covered in layers of brownness,
like a chocolate sea
God got excited about his handiwork and decided indeed,
To add a touch of color
He chose the earth shade color of brown.
And he knew that He had created a MASTERPIECE
I arise every morning to a world of color
I behold the beauty of God’s creativity staring at me
As I rediscover my finely crafted face
A tapestry of color
I am a beautiful creation of the Most High
I am his handiwork
I am God’s masterpiece
Beautifully designed
Superbly adorned
Delicately detailed
Divinely covered in chocolate
I have God’s favor
I am God’s work of art.
I am a woman of color
Sweet and pristine
Just like Chocolate
I hate
your brownness
your whiteness,
your blackness
your freeness
I don’t care about niceness
I’m more partial to meanness
I’m all the things bad
ugly and cruel
my venom pure evil
I’m partial to a fool
No one is safe
no not Christian or Jew
If you’re Buddhist or Muslim
I will hate you too
Richer or poorer
or shades in between
I will exploit your weakness
That’s always been my scene
Woman or man
Transsexual or gay
those straight as an arrow
they’ll all forget to pray
Fear and deception
are the tools of my trade
Sometimes the water looks calm
but it’s a trap I have laid
Love is the weapon
I most truly despise
Because it reveals who I am
and it opens your eyes
Brownness matches the little accents,
So I see, as covers are spread.
Adrenaline is brown as excess speed demonstrates
An uncontrollable release of breakfast at an accelerated rate
Don't mean to be gross
But this is pretty close
An enormous expulsion of brownness it also creates
Falling in single droplets yet forming one heavy downpour
Yet cometh from nothing much more than vapor
Thudding on the roof like a May Day cry
And taking over the place where the humans once pry
Rain-rain
Graduating from drops to drizzles and eventually to blizzards
Scaring away the sky birds, ground humans and even the monitor lizards
Making the world fresher, yet still causing hazards
Rain-rain
Darkening the sky with all its thunderous might
Changing even the brightest of noons to the ebony of the night
Yet striking and lightning with so bright a light
But not sparing the excited kids and adults alike of fright
Rain-rain
With a touch of coldness that sends shivers down the spines
A touch of wetness that sends persons collecting cloths from the lines
With flowers shying and trees swaying, even the pines
Rain-rain
Carrying away the rich brownness of the top soil
Where crops would sprout only if the farmers could toil
Yet if the crops come before, it would still come and spoil
With the valor of a python waiting in a coil
Rain-rain go away!
I promised to formulate a poem of beauty and joy
Out of this clay filled box...
But all I see is the ashed earth of it
the texture of its brownness and reddishness
Like his skin it looks so cinnamony
Smooth
Like it would taste good
Though we both know it will not
I can drill a finger hole into the center of it and
now it is a square box ...with a round hole
I do not fit nicely into either shape
as I am star dust and must just keep blowing around all the time
Perhaps it’s the position of the sun
Its direction now slightly changed
Offering a new perspective of fun
And it’s the recede of winter snow from the earth
The relief of endless shoveling and wearing of boots
And stirring of rebirth
And the tracking of soil with muck under heel
It’s the hope of blossoms making an appearance on the trees
The vision of endless flowers blooming with appeal
The ever-tenuous advance of the tulips tips in the March breeze
The promise of warmer weather
Emerald pastures emerging where there was brownness
Baby birds snuggled in their feathered retreat
It’s the Easter holiday and new apparel with shinny shoes
It’s the arrival of animals that once lay fast asleep
It’s the vision of hope and change to bring us cheer
And the laughter while digging in your basket for those yellow peeps
Why love spring?
It’s in the air
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