Light is the keratin structure
That formed covering my body
Plumage I'm 2 unique bird
Monophonically heard
I concur
Calamus hollow tubular base
I reserve...
(hello), Rachis my soul central solid shaft
Above mine quills
Plumage soft N bold
Contour feathers
~
I spread out my wings I fly
I open up my mouth I sing, high
Generating thrust I steer during flight
I sing, I fly, I cry my whispers are GOOD NIGHT
I TWEET SWEET MELODIES
Filoplumes mine bristles hairlike whiskers
Sensory feathers to feel you in AWE
Feel you in all positions, heaven sent
I soar, I fly complete in environment
I am encased in, contour feathers
Now I'm feeling such, so much better
8/24/26
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
Love Spell.
By Pippa Gray
He's the soul for which I wait.
I'll feed him darkest sabre grapes
and lead him to a bed of moss,
with velvet spread and moonstained cloths.
His sweet and salty skin I'll bathe
in goats milk and black forest oats.
His will shall loose with every sip
of rose leaf tea with calamus.
Not king, nor prince, or knight or knave,
I chant his name just all the same.
And long I’ve gazed and fed the flames
and twisted grasses to his shape. Oh,
I could reel him in like cheated fish,
hooked on twisted lines of fibs
and dragged to heel to suffocate,
a'feared to meet his father’s fate.
But that’s for others, darker still,
who wield their wallets, pockets filled
with hypnotising sparkly bait and
wicked lures of titles gained.
No, I need only breathe and sing
into sad willows round his home,
a perfumed mist of liquorice,
the musk of me, and cinnamon.
"Calamus gladio fortior"
O noble scribe hand me your quill
I will sharpen it for you with my wit and brill’
For in truth it is your real sword grows large and mighty with every word
Joust not with me surround yourself with my noble stalwart gallantry
Thee will find dark and light joie de vivre
between the weeds and daisies armour comes off freely
En garde walk the Road with courage and dignity
For we will inspire revolutionary legions together
On our march to
"VICTORY"
(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dAv4bHtobP0
ink through calamus
the poet feathers his art
with plumes of bird songs
8/13/2015
Neck a smooth, cylindrical mold
As sheathe with fibers carefully rolled
Pale, satin sheen artfully scrolled
Grace on soft, silky strands doled
In light, silted hologram to behold
Calamus breathes through each fold
Herbal essence from tight pores cajoled
Swabbed cheeks cloud high cheek bone
Naturally brushed with light coppertone
Puffy mounds rise from savory scone
Cherry gum drops brim o'er mascarpone
Cherubic glow of a polished sandstone
Exuding savory Rose scent laced with pheromone
Nature's stimulants, a nurtured love to hone
Bosom, gilded vines on terraced grove
Sprouting cherries, fertile arrow of Jove
Dangling from chest sealing frothy trove
Coarse sifted mounds, plump kneaded loaves
Descending into a deep, musky cove
U-shaped funnel vents steaming stove
Releasing mellow aroma of a sweet clove
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