We lie as one in dazing heat,
with thumping hearts and dancing eyes;
then, finding that elusive beat,
our passion swells in breathless rise.
In lust, I never hoped to find
the sum of parts that equals love;
but you, My Dear, untied my mind
and showed what it consisted of.
A portion of our chemistry
entwines with subtle pheromones,
to find the mix of you and me
in perfumed scents and light colognes.
The blend complete, we move as one,
in tandem with a silent tune;
two lovers writhing in the sun
until we sleep beneath the moon.
A winsome weave, simple and real,
Warp and weft; a tight twill,
A weaverbird’s nest, strong and snug,
With soft crossways and tumphy tug.
Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed,
Cynical twists like waves unsealed,
The mirror of peafowl’s courtship field.
Matchless display by the peacock,
Dance elevated by love, rattle of feathers in rhythmic clock,
Enticing and dazing the hens, with a silent poise,
All while rivals raise their voice.
Waking incredible train rattle, a sharper dance,
Initial plumage grandeur, a healthier glance,
Peahens’ basics caught in a stance.
Beautifully woven, a rhythmic tapestry,
Wales ranged in a rolling plain spree,
Richly captivating...lines of love,
Crowned with bliss by the brave thereof.
May you flourish under a tree that grasps you tight
May all your dreams flow out aright,
The Jasmin flowers dazing away
Dancing to the fragrance all the way.
God humbly giving you everything with a blow
That fill's you up with a hole,
Grape wines swaddling up your bones
The path full of stones.
The grape wines stopping your way
To never let you see all the way,
The sweetness attracts your heart
The only thing that you desire is right underneath your path.
Celebrity
On that day my soul grew star struck
the astonished all-star abashing, such luck
And so I screamed, 'Is that a tree?'
I felt compelled to sniff the personalities
Eagerly, I looked for the fashionista
Engaging Ah, distinctly I was blushing
I discovered the figureheads stars all around me
Fabulousness - fabulousness - fabulousness!
The drapery diva’s dazing
It was gazing
Somewhat louder than the phrasing
Screaming, chanting, praising
Through which came musing, musing, musing
That the syncopation, 'Minds those the glazing!'
Ah, distinctly I was marveling
And the cattiness never replying
My mind always strays to paparazzi
I remember I was not myself staring
hark! In none of those movie cat calls
While all my soul within me flaring
That those the miffed megastar murmuring
That envious, envious fingerpicking, (finger pointing)
The harmonic Hollywood heading, ah! So alluring
this the incredulous intonation idolizing
Celebrity, Celebrity out there out here in front of me;
8/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
Silence
A silent peace
Wonderful and amazing
An incredible release
And it seems so dazing
It is needed every now and then
To keep from being insane
Though you never know when
It will come in rain
Silence is peace and sublime
Wanted by people when all is too much
And though these may be fancy rhymes,
This story isn’t as flamboyantly such
Because a mother wanted silence so badly,
She took away her small love, done so sadly
Written on January 10, 202
When I thought of dreamland
Sleeping
The dozy dreams-cape dazing
Deep into that darkness shuddering
Nightmares
I crave the trembling, thudding tingle
In my shrieking, I could not awaken
Chattering and chattering with my fairy tale
Am I in dreamland
Shall I dream now
Quietly
Yawning, rubbing my eyes
In my shrieking, I awaken
As ghouls throw its ghost against the dreamscapes
Remembering many thudding, epic nocturnes
Is this a nightmare or is it cramps, pangs and pain from something I ate
I'm in dreamland my nightmares got me by the hand
Please, please somebody wake me for in my dreams I'm scared
Nightmares
Keeping me in fear in here DrEaMlAnD
8/2/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr., 2019©
Stupor in blanket
Shivering my bone and flesh
For cold or fever!
-December 04, 2018 Chattogram
I am not sure, do i make you responsible
for the things i do
the ones i do not want to do
do i make you responsible
for the things i do not
and i want to do
in theory
in theory
what to do
that makes your life more sensfull
and what not to do
that avoids the world to fall apart
is also my responsibility
and knowing and not doing
breaks me apart
apart
we are at the same time
the things we are doing
together – but the minds try to flee
I hopelessly try to find sense
fulill the time
and you are trying to flee your mind
mind
was never something worth believing
for you
thats the one and only life
to come through
time passes by
so why
why
is the question
turning in my head and mind
that mind
that feels rather than think
what is best to do
but i can not live it with you
and still i am here
seeing your answer to time
to life
is dazing your mind
that cant answer my question
i do not want to follow
nor go away
We stage a dazing drama
Impetuously unfolding with scenes
Spelled by our minds and moods
Where all things happen
With the scripts discarded
We watch keenly a curious comedy
Everyone scheming for greased palms
Gone...when the rules were without exceptions
When shady kingpins bow to Justicia
And their sizzling sleaze unraveled
Now justicia sick of sightlessness
And has sold herself for Greek gifts
For the nuts of political juggernauts
We see strange scenes
Consciences sold out for their bellies
Easily welshing on their ideals
Mooching to munch around god-fathers
Who at pleasure push them around like pointless pawns
And who are they not to play their proprietors' tunes
Or dance to their rhythm?
We stage a tangled tale
A show of shame
Mindlessly becoming butts of jokes
Before our curious children
And validating ourselves with laughable excuses
Chocolate always just makes me so loco
I always have a piece in my pocket
It is a confection made of cocoa
This delicious treat is called chocolate
Chocolate filled with cherry or filled with cream
The measures I take for it are drastic
Each and every bar and piece is supreme
Chocolate is just so fantastic
Chocolate is so very delicious
So finding chocolate is my only quest
Though it isn't terribly nutritious
Chocolate is really truly the very best
The taste of chocolate is all out dazing
Chocolate is so very amazing
Time and months fly
Then I'm in the "By and By"
It's awesome, amazing
My emotion dazing.
Stop! Take stock
Watch the clock,
Each moment, each breath
Life or death.
Am I praying
The hand of evil staying
Making my life count
As blessings I mount?
Boiling, baking and blazing,
Other synonyms for heat.
My camel is happily dazing,
He was not a restful seat.
Poolside I’ll later be lazing,
Resting my sunburnt feet.
Air conditioning is amazing,
Ice cream is a lovely treat.
MY HEART BEATS FOR KYOGERA
For these past 5yrs I have spent
I tried looking for a gal to replace you,
But all I found could not match your acquaintance
For I kept shunning company of girls and the league of lovers
For I kept on lounging for you
At all times in dreams dazing at you,
but they could never materialize
I could hear your voice call my name
Only to hear echoes that made my friends
To refer to me as a charmed being
I still dream seeing your old face
How tend, awesome and cute you were then
Though I hope to get chance and see the real you
To wash away my nostalgic feelings
I used to frequent the village well
with my father’s herd to the nearby shrubs
just to ogle at you while
you were fetching water smiling
the jokes you made with your friends
for only that sight of you made my day memorable
The melody of our life is made blanch
Dazing our seats by denying us to blare
We are not orators or sorcerers
We are feathers train from the heart
Why is our tone buried in the ranch
When our melody is so sonorous to hear?
We are not trespassing words for lepers
Nor are we to weed the falconers parts
On the tone is our ditty of ovation
Dear melody, our diary of dialogue
A darling of our locomotion
An era of our useful youthful prologue
A play to watch from the heart in action
A yolk, that may hands for epilogue.
Sitting in front of you
Cameras dazing right at me
Sometimes this seems more like a fantasy
Than a brutal reality
Many think we haven't grown
What could I say for them to believe
There's the option of repeating the same crap
It'd be historical if there was altering idea I conceived
They wouldn't like it
I'd get all sorts of resistance
They don't like changes
Nothing from everyday life that's not consistent
So when I open my mouth,
And talk to the light
I'll ask the people of this world
If bipolar nations can establish a path for a future that's right
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