I burned your placemat.
A sunny yellow flower.
I used it at my desk.
It was ANOTHER thing I had ruined.
You emphasized ANOTHER.
Another thing I can't do right.
Another thing I took.
Another mistake.
It left a mark on my pristine, white desk.
A caramel brown.
I tried to get it out,
But it stained the table.
My scars are all too close to the ones on the table.
Both marked by their mistakes,
Both marked by other's mistakes.
Bruises that won't fade.
Scars that won’t heal.
Paint over the desk.
Sew the placemat.
Let’s do some surface-level cleaning.
Soon
going to be a
Boom
rushing toward the Tsum
Soon
Zoom
running out of the
Room
you hear the big
Boom
Zoom
sweet, sweet Marmalade
voiceless beauty God has made
Modern-day Solomon faithful bride
Always by his rib side
And as other men drool
Jealous of them two
Boom
Move
You
Soon
she has lips like lemons hair gold
ruby-red caramel brown is her skin texture
breast like coconut centres with almonds
An Amazon Beauty
She has so much Intuit
When she walks into the room
The
Room
goes
Zoom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Marmalade sweeter than chocolate cake
Marmalade use to turn the hearts of men
gives him a toothache turn their bodies to stone
Never leaving them alone
Now she's married to Solomon
Impending
Doom
Running out of
Room
Seeing this
Soon
Zoom
3/27/70
Written words by James Edward Lee
misty autumn evening
our lips collide
under blushing stars
and rustling leaves
on sassafras trees
my skin you touch
cooing dove sounds
exit my lips
caramel eyes on fire
my hand glides on silk
and warm cotton
perfume inhaled
fingers sweet
that ole south huckleberry wind
comes cool off the river
wind plays tag with
running brown leaves
inside the castle walls
shadows tango with sunlight
vibrations race throughout my body
shuddering like a leaf
a meteor shower
of onyx and cafe noir
the scent of clary sage
and alabaster
is the perfume I wear
feeding frenzy breath sounds
skin muscle bone and sinew
liquid caramel brown eyes
glistening rosy pink lips
eyes dilate as the levee breaks
Tangerine, cinnamon, caramel brown,
Sweet candy apples by flickering fires,
Echoing hues gently cascading down
Flavours of autumn as summer expires.
Visions of childhood breeze into my mind,
Crunching through woodland on blackberry quests,
Fairy-cup acorns for squirrels to find,
Scurrying hedgehogs preparing their nests.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter bring change,
Each with its manifold gifts to impart,
Transient stages of life re-arrange
Bringing new blessings to gladden the heart.
Nights have grown cooler, my summer has passed
Autumn must harvest the fruits which will last.
01.10.19
Autumn sonnet poetry contest : sponsor - John Hamilton
My black Skinned knees
I woke up to this misty gloomy morning
with a scene setting unobtainable dream
a dream of impregnable God given justice
shared in a impartial world
never are my emotional
scrapes and scratches neutral
but are occupied upon this scorched earth
have i found that my abuse
is but a mirror placed on my caramel brown skin
with dancing sugar coated lies that the world
can't see due to reflecting lies
that blind you with the light of misdirection's
to the gifted indestructible young
trust not the marked famous
or these who are not there yet
but find safety in research
and know you(r) beautiful enemy
Fall's Beginning
- featuring Sara Kendrick
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown
Early zephyr cool and air wrung dry
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
A start to a wonderful day birds cry
Leaves in places now caramel brown
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown
---
We walk the green fern garden range
We sit and stare and tease our eyes
Emotions flow with my Easter dress so strange
Easter morn vocals came within range
We’re dancing, like leaves that rearrange
I twirl my gown to fly with the skies
Angel dust travels swiftly in the open range
Clouds fall vividly on my gown like crinolines disguise!
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Fall's Beginning
Written by:
Sara Kendrick
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown
Early zephry cool and air wrung dry
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
A start to a wonderful day birds cry
Leaves in places now caramel brown
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown
by~Poet Destroyer
We walk the green fern garden range!
We sit and stare and tease our eyes!
Emotions flow with my Easter dress so strange;
Easter morn vocals came within range!
We're dancing, like leaves that rearrange!
I twirl my gown to fly with the skies.
Angel dust travels swiftly in the open range.
Clouds fall so vividly on my gown like crinolines disguise!
Warmth. The sunshine radiating on my caramel brown skin. The gentle breeze
caressing my body so tenderly that I feel like I could soar. The sand penetrating the
cracks of my pruned toes.
Oh how I love summer!
The way the salty waves roll, crashing against the shore with its rabid foam. The
way the summer air seems to awaken the season of romance. The bright hues of
the sun setting over the glistening waters of the Earth's swimming pool. The palm
trees shading two lovers making memories, the sun dimming as if to give them
privacy.
Oh how I love summer!
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