you made it so
The shades that make
burgundy
demand attention
I smell Chanel
and learn to know you
I wish that every palpable shade
of memory
my son can record someday
(mixed with meaning while
primarily beautiful)
Dorothy Hanson,
grandma,
you are more than maroon,
more than somewhat burgundy
Your blazer sets my soul on fire
Shake your empty Manhattan
towards the waiter at Oak Hill
Another Manhattan
is soon to follow
burgundy sunrise
roman silver gray skies....
vultures soar
'When I first saw you"
'' l saw perfection"
^when I got to know you^
"I saw pain^
"When I started loving you"
"I saw strength"
"Now...all that I see"
"Is what means everything to me"
"What I see"
"Is the strength to go on"
"What I see"
"Is the courage to do anything"
"What I see"
"Is the love to be around anyone"
"What I see"
"Is everything I need"
Burning burgundy
sunset in the hot desert
Stars come fervently.
Yet, the cacti blooms appear
at the romance time of year.
Cherry charcoal skies
aswirl with rich, orange zest,
trails the western prize.
Cool desert moon of twilight
casts its silver, like a knight.
oh
love
be
that
lovely rose
wearing
her
burgundy red
scarf
There are times when it is safe to be in one’s body
As in the time of family way caressing my ribs
Baby who lives because I do with such flare
Tiny little feet kicking me deep in my innards
Such sharp joyous yellow pains tattoo my brain
braided with all the names and things to be for sweet babe
The gay day of burgundy birth
erases the bloody hurt
healing cries from my little person
Unwritten absence of hearts searching for
And finding good despite rape
Finding love despite hate
Unwritten absence of being prey
Of sexual assault turned around by fate
During such an act one must fall back
And lean into the abyss recoil insulting kiss
But who knew it would give me truth
Truth in the form of a journey
From rape to faith to power of attorney
He ran from himself inside of me
Blessing my womb with a holy seed a baby
Unwritten absence of smiles at the time
I found I was heavy with child seeming so unkind
Until I decided to make up my mind
And give this babe a heart like mine.
Unwritten absence of hate for the father.
For my love for the child will be a better bother.
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Fruits of a long day
black cherries in sundown skies
Then deep purple night
We've long loved the sun
but now greet dusky shadows
The platinum moon
sends rich luster from afar
in the wild rose phase
The birds have not sung lately
It's just a sign of the time
My fingers are blood red, but not bloody.
If adults were here they might be wondering; it looks like Kool-Aid.
Most probably from my handy burgundy hair dye touch up paint.
I spritz a bit of it on my part when I start to look like a red skunk.
Luckily I work with children who have not noticed that or my white streak.
Which makes me wonder why I even bother with it.
Burgundy devil doll of Dumpkins City,
You are intimidating but amazingly pretty.
We have heard that you can also be a tiny bit witty.
But we are afraid of you , me and my cat, Itty Bitty.
a burgundy bloom
sunset colored deepest red
a bright day garden
and lush green surrounds
in the silence of summer
warm winds are blowing
peach sunshine gleaming
as I sit on my porch stair
enjoying these days
Up came the sunshine richly golden,
Until the afternoon of deep orange,
When fragrant blooms had their way!
Richly golden to deep orange, then-
Burgundy down.
Burgundy down.
After that all day color light show!
For during every hour nature awaits,
The loving hand of the Master of Fates!
He guides bluejays and paints blooms,
And He visits all the prayerful rooms.
In the afternoon of the deep orange,
Butterflies went fluttering all pink;
And the honeybees were buzzing busily,
Before black velvet night was falling!
Birds sang the sunrise richly golden,
And all lavish nature hummed with life,
Until the hour of diminished sound,
Burgundy down.
My brand new sleek automobile,
My dewy rose with scent appeal,
Sparkling rubies, beauty's ideal,
Cherries and cream after a meal.
Sunset skies of the lazy days,
Valentine heart, during love craze,
Wafting fall leaf, in sunny blaze,
A sequined gown sure to amaze!
Large dahlias, welcome delight,
Gorgeous nebulae, stars of night,
A color of some birds in flight,
And also the wine, rich and light.
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Nocturnal lanterns lit in the backdrop of one beautiful night
even the moon with her quandary essence of infantile light
cannot compare to the quick silver memory of her poetic sea;
As she quietly endorses each faery star she is bathed in afterglow
and is lead down a path of cranberry leaves and burgundy dreams
Planetary celestial magic mingled with elements of humble earth
songing the seeds of her passage, a silent appearance, rebirth...
The artists hands etched inside the dreamers bliss
aside the evening an ascend of melodies arrive
far beyond reality, far beyond earths artistry
the incandescent realm of magic is here , verily as one.
Burgundy
My dear Burgundy, I heard a purple, splendid tapping
Burgundy you color my heart, my soul
You, Oh!, so you said only this you’re in trappings red
I crave the crimson, cerulean canary yellow this I dread
And the rubies never overdrawing
And the rubies always daunting
Ever so settle,
I am shorn of my bedfellow
Violet. . .
Burgundy you color my heart, my soul, you’re the water in my veins
Sweet purple haze
Remembering many colorful, striking roses
The chromatic colored cultivating
Arose so illuminating!'
And eyes have all and augmenting
As myrtles came launching invigorating
This and a beryl
I have dreamed of the stems
And so I screamed, 'Is that brown?
Burgundy you color my heart, my soul you’re my flower
Eagerly I looked for the claret the pea coat laughed
Orange bled red as brown embraced them
I stand by burgundy she’s all that…better than any fine vintage wine
8/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
burgundy flower
instills aroma
as sweet wine
3-29-2016
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