Consorting Poems | Examples

I Have an Aversion to Prejudice

I have an aversion to prejudice
Judging a pond without sampling its ice
Consorting with others eating large melons
Passersby judged as free men or felons

Women condemned as whores or harlots
While tormenting men turn the air scarlet
Then sit in the pews reserved for the saintly
Ogle the preacher’s wife ever so daintily

For judgement you see is a way to look down
On those, as they pass, on which you may frown
Knowing that god has made you superior
When in truth you couldn’t kiss their posterior

For consciousness doesn’t offer correction
Unless you can make a change of direction
That is, of course, dependent upon
How much of the ice you take from the pond

Night In Lisbon

Night in Lisbon 

Once, I went to a dance hall in Lisbon
 an awful place full of desperate middle-aged women
hoping to catch a man, any man.

Ah, for the horrible colours looking putrid on the wall
Was the music supplied by a jukebox when
the accordion was too drunk to play

Scrawny women of the night sat around the dance
floor trying to look sophisticated smoking cigarettes
laughing loudly like ugly sisters

Ogling men’s mid-part while showing spindly legs
meant, I think, to look enticing but only succeeded
In appearing like stick insects

Once these women had been beauties, attracted 
to men in suits; many divorces later and partying
time had taken a heavy toll.

Lonely women, chasing what once was, the youth
consorting with contemptible men who feared
being alone on a night when truth spoke piercingly

Hiding Philadelphia

"Hiding Philadelphia"

The ground has cracked open 
like an egg, 
the shell scattered 
all about 
the yolk of life
sucked into the rubble 
where a child is born 
and carried out 
like a prayer 
an offering
to the silence
of mothers 
lost in the 
sentences
of the seven
churches
consorting
with angels and 
their lampstands
held in the right hand 
of a dead man walking
7 stars for branding
plucked from beanstalk
sits the enduring belief
ready or not, for planting, 
to harvest the uprooting faith
covered in its
blanket of darkness,
dreaming deep
in dust and ash
embryonic, 
a still birth
brought back to life;
the well hidden,
hiding Philadelphia,
reaching upwards
towards the light

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Dilated

Consorting with stars,
Venus-Saturn alliance;
Dilated gusto.

I Walked Away From the Fast Bucks

I took that walk thru the forest of redemption 
I followed a trail and saw normal people
However, I wasn't one of them
At that time, I was like that hamster on a wheel
Running in circles with the dark side
Dodging the law 
Everyday I could be found in a pool hall
Consorting with the cons, crooks and druggies 
I continued on that trail 
When I did come to a lake I saw my reflection 
And in the same light, I saw a thug
That wasn't for me, my piece of pie
I'm more of an admirer of nature
Rabbits, squirrels and singing birds
That's what I wanted, being normal
Seeing the light, seeing the forest 
Instead of being on the dark side
Being behind the eight ball 
During those years, I wasn't a blossom 
Seven years shady under a fruitless tree
That was my spill and spiel 
I walked away
I walked away from that sad song
And treadmill 
Who cares about a fast buck
... and knowing where I was ...
I much rather be a slow deer

10/23/22

I chose to run, but had I stayed, things would have been like Poetry Contest

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A Conversation With God

Today I killed a man, it is the worst sin.
It did not have to be, but the deed
was done. 
The deed in which I altered his life, and the deed that altered mine.
 
Vehemence was overwhelming.
It clawed and dragged me into 
A dark, dark, dark 
abyss of grief.
One couldn’t think.
One couldn’t cry.
My apprehension was loric.
The mind empty
And soul, numb. 

The sun rises, the light blinding my eyes.
My brain polluted with the actions of murder. 
Consorting was a bygone practice,  
I couldn’t do it anymore; I was ashamed to even speak.
My companions abandoned me, my family abandoned me, you had abandoned me. 
I was stranded on an island with no way out. 

Life went on. 
The deed was over, and my mind wandered to other things. 
The regret is strong with me, but that’s the price of a human soul. 
I have lived a thousand lifetimes, this moment was one of them, but is that enough time to deserve forgiveness?

Wine Opera

Wine Opera

When he found out that she was going
to divorce. He made an attempt to
ask the woman if someday s
they could
marry. She smiled and told him
marriage isn't what you might think
it is. He told her, married people
often exaggerate their marriage
by storing and exaggerating details
and covering up affairs and encounters,
so that, they can seem super, or Godlike.
Seeding dry places and praying for rain
can be quit zealotious,he told her, he would like
to define each word, and
create the understanding of the importance
of there togetherness. He didn't want children
and wished to marry her a be happy, sharing
there time together
with friends and family.
building and creating and loving.
She told him if it's Gods will I suppose
and again maybe I understand you, and you
wish to understand me by trying to succeed
at what my former couldn't. We better see if
you and I consorting before my devoice
is a breach of fidelity.

Winter's Came Rains To Snow Winter Now-

Iced feathered snow-capped hilltops
Frozen flaken iced ever squalling over grounds and rocks
Cold cooling winds against the windows
This lady snow capes sub freezing beneath them
Craving eye the sleepy silent snow 
escapes on plowed powder
Caring I heard the attic 
frizzling smelly frozen showers
Jon snowy tree hovers over me
That weather wise weather wise
Via yet the sun blanks and upper skies
Nature calls sweater winter 
Snows on falls from the sky
This is weird and 
I wouldn't like having  winter around
Here yet son blanks in upper
Partly covered by the winter clouds
Still cold breast breeze silences me
Hearing those wins Sub-Zero burching
Deep into the darkness consorting
Much as I marvel the pliable horror Frost
The sound of snow slip plowing sow English
Crashing together through 
Which came gustin gusting rushing winds
I crave the snow 
It is a storm that let's snow skate
 I crave the stormless snowy storm 
I crave the arctic avalanche 
Avalanche alarming rate sparkling I crave
Those the frozen drops of dust 
Rain to snow falls dew now participates


12/18/32
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Notting Hill Consorting With the Enemy

Funny

Sorry

No

One of the saddest of life's
ironies is this

That how a person when alive

Who not a single good could
thing could be reported of

Is now in death being eulogised
about 

By the very same people he
was treated by with contempt
and as an enemy

Bearing in mind they never actually
knew him 

But in fact choose rather
to consort against him

Or even gave him the benifit of
the doubt

Funny

No

Both sorry and sad

Rest in Peace

Best Wishes

Kind Regards

To your grieving family

Because at the end of the day

A Wife has lost her husband
and now is a widdow

And her children
Are now without a father

And just remember

As an actress in jest once said

Im just a women standing in
front of a man telling her she
loves him

So does a crown and service
not slip when it comes to feeling
raw human emotion 

Because surely there is no 
defense to the heart against
bad news

Because when all is said and
done in death and loss 

Are we not different but all
the same eventually at last

The Fleeting Moment

You can only live  
in the time you’re given

The past and the future, 
a false consorting

 Looking inside and blinding 
yourself

—to tomorrow and yesterday

The magic contained within
each fleeting moment

—until it’s gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Ten Bills For Mary

"Ten Bills for Mary"



Bottles on the wall
green crystalline
numbered and marked
all thinking they are
unseen

Mary put a mirror
behind 55
and in her eyes
reflected corridors
of light and Blue Sky

and taking her hand
like manna from heaven
one man transporting
becomes Ten Bills
multi-amorphous 

kneeling like a knight
pledging loyalty
chivalrous
kind, honourable
genuflecting

Mary put a mirror
behind 55
and in her eyes
reflected corridors 
of light and Blue Sky

The woman 
from Magdala
speaking tongues 
risking all
crucified 

consorting



(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)







"Well she was
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

The calliope crashed to the ground"





Consort. v.

We Were There

If I were to write one last poem, I'd write  
it with a quill that edges time  
I'd let my soul decide the strength of the wind,  
the height of the climb, the flavor of the last 
word....
If I were to join one last contest 
I'd choose a subject very dear to me, 
then spend the night consorting with my muse  
beyond the stars 
In the morning my quill would be bathed in dawn, 
and your heart would be nestled next to mine  
on the lawn a signage of old,       
"we've been here before !" 

July 18,2020

A Glorious Alchemy

Chemist Charlie Chuckles, 
How clumsy her cackle, 
Creating chemical cosmos. 
Consorting with cats, 
Chemical mishaps, 
Oh, Charlie Chuckles the chemist! 

Chemist Charlie Chuckles, 
Cryptic crossword lover,
Confident clinical fellow. 
Crazy misconduct, 
Caseous byproducts, 
Oh, Charlie Chuckles the chemist! 

Chemist Charlie Chuckles, 
With curly crimpled quiff, 
Coat cleaned in century bygone. 
Cheeks coloured charcoal,
Crooked chin mouthful, 
Oh, Charlie Chuckles the chemist!

12/04/2019

So Zoo Me

when games are done and waking hours are dead
and light by which we see ourselves is gone
do other lives transcend into another form 
and into mother darkness do we come?

how travelled we, the hours from where to whence?
and difference, what circumstance combined
the knots, a blade?  was severence a care?
and blacks and whites to gray are all destined?

but something moves. is ever there a will
with my own way consorting to an end"
ah, shrivles, dare i cheat to bring a clue
of death to life and so some plan amend?

aah, god, a man is useful to a god
when man with vision bred a savior sees.
each one am I?  alone am i a man?
do gods, and men exist eternally

No Longer Free To Go To a Market

Impecunious news hunters on Oxford Avenue
Craned over newspapers spread on the floor
To gather ammunition about who knew
The last gossip about a politician shown the door 

By hacks in his political party for consorting with the sworn enemy
Sent to Coventry in corridors of power
Or which celebrity a court of law ordered to pay an alimony
Or who among supporters of Venomous Vipers FC sent a rose flower

To a big carrot’s girlfriend, raising the temperature in her home
Where her incensed husband puffing and huffing threatened to disfigure the alleged culprit
Whom he accused of destabilizing the genome
Insisting the culprit he would ill-treat

As news hunters speculated on merits and demerits of the law of the jungle
The aggrieved husband contemplated inflicting on the innocent man
News hunters felt didn’t deserve the bungle
The husband riding a rickety van planned as a ban

That would serve his wife right as she could no longer go to the market
To buy beef, cabbage, tomato
Even if she wasn’t involved in any racket
To sell or buy at low prices an Irish potato.

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