Your world is never bleak and drab
no fickle thoughts.
I heard you chastising,
chasing something within/without me.
I stood firm, not flat on my back
held up by your traction of sorts.
You hadn't fumble for a star leader -
I was never plunged to darkness,
never felt picked upon.
For the saucy moon you know, buffers me -
You'd seen me looking up, smiling.
The fluorescence of the moon as disco ball,
You saw me dancing to my own music.
*
on a narrow road,
pavements are gracious footnotes
welcoming vendors.
they're buffers from wailing horns,
kindly margins of comfort.
There was once a girl named Bree
Who shared her streaming account with Dee
But Dee told her Mom
Then her cousin and Tom
Now everything buffers eternally
The day I looked and saw sea in its entirety
I cringed at its depth and prayed for mercy
I saw the good, the bad, and the ugly, and
Felt compelled to learn from helpful hands
For one hand washes the other hand
Just as the ground that buffers as I stand
I saw remorse in its entirety
For I knew of lives dying to save you and me
I looked and saw everybody
Some undoing the do, some shunning the Almighty.
Beyond eyes, nose, and skin, we are one
Our innermost parts the same held strong
And beauty becomes a thing the blind could see
And forgiveness was born for you and me
I looked and saw compassion in action
For now we stand above ground, and then we're done!
*
yon brown covering
painted on the cold golden
grounds splashed in hue form
~
tangle tan, golden
browns domain winds now engulf
whispering gentle
~
silent screams buffers
embraced cold couples rap up
in hue form fidget
1/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Tak oor grund from beneath oor hurdies
Burn oor birches aside the lough,
Besmirch hard fecht fur freedom,
Dictating oor days tae come,
No from the pint o a gun,
Fae laws an promises broken.
Lees an lees spout forth like watter
Lives expended as if they dinnae matter,
Feel the Jacobite spirit again,
Ready tae fecht like scotsmen again,
Like warrior poets risen from the glen,
Fae the mists o the past remember,
Oor freedom wis wun sending Edward hame,
Yon wis the past a new war begun noo,
No wi claymores ,targes an guns,
This time its ideals an Eton buffers,
Those who wid sell oor birthrights
Tae mak us slaves an servile peasants,
Using stealth ,treachery an unco ither weys
Rogues they be crooks ,cheats and thieves
Seeming beyond reproach wi things hidden
Frae us puir mortals aye they wull dae us doon,
Sic a time as this tae fecht fur whit is oors
Naw mair begging fur aa few scraps
Fae a table fu wi guid things ,
Scraps urny fur us we ur free loons
Burthit free an deeing we wull be free,
Ur ye ready tae rise yince agin?
Andrew P mcintyre 14/09/2020
Coming down to this lost pier
Under the bridge of no sighs
The bollards not used, no boats moor here
Back and forth on the river they ply
Carrying tourists, and locals as well
To destinations unknown
I do not envy them, though cannot tell
Which place to I do belong
This spatial disorientation
Is such an exhausting disorder
Dislodged, I offer frustration
For the ticket to cross your border
I hear the trains clanking buffers
Over the bridge they rush through
You say there’s no reason to suffer
I would love to agree with you.
Elephant trunk palms column, canopy claps hands
Undergrowth glad heart shape leaves spiral
Navigator vines map branches, brace boa banyan
Utile duenna diary with my duties conspiring
Chaperone rope binds silent beside my grand plan
Helpmaster holsters my faltering stride, hips squared
Essential weapon for war against mediocrity
Netted fruit bag binds ideas, ripe inspiration shared
Collaboration binges exchanges evocatively
Oversees growth, buffers fumbles, humiliation spared
Unbias advisor straddles drama, miniscule mosquitos
Raised beyond current, stilts lift clear of silt
Above ravaging river, twig leg log cabin cosy kudos
Guileless sunrise server castrates lumpy guilt
Enmeshed mirror wishes bud symmetrical smiling rose
Mentor each moment monitor prods my furtive dreams
Enlivens rainblur haze, unravels twisted maze
Narrows channel between now and zany zone supreme
Twines possible to present, pours zesty praise
Strengthened, gender invalid, my meridian self esteem
9th June
Carbonised Agenda
We beheld sun, moon, stars, because,
The Almighty buffers, like sensuous raft.
Only passion ushers us to spring,
The Almighty knows...
Multitude from natures' course, plucked
Rearranged like climate change,
Enough is enough! Eons ago we were the world
Evergreen, replenishing earth.
Now as then, solidarity reigns supreme, still,
We're so clean, so heaven bound?
*
TO A POINT
As the wedge thins to the end
And all options have dissipated
Time for alternatives has passed
Just straight on into the buffers
Maybe then this crazy life of late
Hurtling on at increased pace
Will stop and pause for breath
Perhaps to rearrange the pieces
And never again to wonder
What else it could have been
Except a full persistent drive
To reach the end, now in sight
Then sadly, maybe to realise
This is it, as was meant to be
To have lived and been loved
And loved to the full in return
No inscriptions on grey stone
Except perhaps to be missed
That will at least be something
As real as any good memory
Inside the puffy white cloudy up above high
Inside the purple gathering skies soars flies
Flowing falling droplets of I'll waters wallows
Raining down showers as cumulus gathering
Tainted mix gray and white shadows buffers
Like marshmallows dark skies cover my eyes
~
Drop, drop, falling drops falls splashing dots
Thousands of drips of waters hits the tops of
My head face my lips and eyes cries saturated
So by the storm guttering winds how can I be
Now dry but the essence moisture condensation
Covering me wholly blue over in shadows dews
10/13/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Imagine being Katie or Naomi or Simone.
The world has expectations and it won’t leave you alone.
Your performances’ perfection has been touted and extolled,
So anything will be a loss if it won’t get the gold.
Well, pressure takes its toll and therefore, even with the buffers
Of team and coach support, sometimes a well-rehearsed act suffers.
Katie* gets the silver as the Aussie’s time is faster;
Naomi** loses to a Czech, a Japanese disaster.
And Simone***, the gymnast everyone believes to be the best
Leaves the competition early, feeling out of sorts and stressed.
It seems the build-up is too much and many athletes just
Cannot function when their hopes and dreams may suddenly combust.
*Katie Ledecky **Naomi Osaka ***Simone Biles
A tiny blossomed flower amidst a flat and barren ground
It shimmy’s in the wind with no buffers or surrounds
A mornings limber stretch to greet the sun-filled sky
Offering a gazing gift to any random passer by
If only to be remembered when it’s persistence is through
It’s life of simple pleasure bestowed solely upon you
Gleaming gadgets galore...
Aquarius is speaking new lore.
Drive-thru getting longer
Hunger pains growing stronger
Pleasurable engagements and easing pain on fleek
Mindless stimuli and opioids we seek
Civil unrest amid quarantine
Masks coming off, no buffers between
Loud is getting louder
Apathy growing dour
Watermelons without seeds in abundance
DNA heisting and genetic gold cumbrance
My vision is crystal clear
2020: a year of fear
Routine always goes hard;
reality buffers,
May it go in any context..
everyone is hurt,
everyone suffers!
In all the time we get for us,
we tend to keep away from all the routine buzz!
Music, movies, sports, books or anything may give a jerk,
or mere talking to someone for the time may also at times work!
From all the reality and from every fact,
we always find a way to distract!
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