The sun never settles in the dark;
The darkness dissipates one second interval;
Atmospheric change instantaneous;
Start has no place to run;
1 second contingency.;
Lingering spiring shadows;
Have no effect on me;
I am the speck of light;
One ditto, one spark;
Diminishes darkness;
8/28/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
poems become
interchangeable
remove
the image
the poem
remains
when synapses
misfire
identity
disperses
before death
arrives
when the hands
forget
the song
the Martin
OM-45 Deluxe
inscribed in spruce
and mother-of-pearl
the third fret
worn smooth
by G
an archive
of vanished
movements
most poems
observe
others collect
surfaces
fallen leaves
frozen ponds
abandoned chapels
secondhand
transcendence
rehearsed
astonishment
mistaking
recognition
for revelation
few descend
into
distressed
consciousness
where nothing
remains
clean
is messier
no idle
observations
consciousness
a spiral
of repitition
residue—
not the subject
only the
substitution
the mosquito
bite
of fungibility
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The void must be lonely
A hollow bereft of interaction
Bar staring contest
Matter disperses ever further
Expanding empty space
Or it gathers itself into clusters
Still creating a larger volume of nothing
It longs for company, as all vacuums do
In proportion to its vacancy
the end begins at its limits
And finally the attention is served
And thus we all
Embrace the void
Verse 1
Epitaph for the Queen of the Night
A starlit siren, she shone so strongly bright,
The radiant, raving ruler of the night's riot
right.
Her dance a dream, her dress a diamond
delight,
Now silence seals the stage, the spotlight
still so slight.
The final fade, the curtain closes calmly,
clear,
Her music memory,missed moment, mist
most marvelous here.
Verse 2
Epitaph for the Dance Master
The king of the tounship (1) , a crazy champion came,
A body bent to beating drums, a legend's
lasting lame.
He spanned the shebeen stage, a shining
storm of movement mean,
Shebeen queens quaked and wept at the
dancing scene.
The beauties bleeding blushes, threw their
threads,
He leaped from tables,laid problems to
peaceful deads.
His rhythm's a ripple on the river.forever
flowing free.
The dance just disperses,but his beat
belongs to the ground and the sky.
1. Tounship--township,location, slum, ghetto,
Oh, Cosmos, bulging with your multiverses-
Earth's not the only gift where life disperses.
camphor
disperses scent
warning, scaring, driving,
mosquitoes under fallen leaves.
fragrance.
Pressing a ball,
Will make it small.
Do not let someone fall
It is not a smart goal.
If you press a ball,
By exerting some force
The ball goes down,
We cannot make it round.
Putting someone down,
Does not give you crown
It can give depression
To the people around.
It creates fuss,
It disperses us.
Don't press someone
In your discussion,
Do not hurt them
Mentally or physically,
Sentimentally or orally.
Help others in need,
Offer kindness proactively.
pink petal’d-petrichor scent
brumous blossoms fold
dark rain falls from sunless skies
still, her garden’s gold
doused roses airing
as bright beam disperses clouds
poised beauty flaring
The sinking beauty of the spreading spectrum of sadness I revel
as the cinnabar sunset takes away my departing day.
The joy of twilight time the last rays of drowning dusk unravel
in the pensive painting of the listless life in disarray.
In the darkest of nights the stars shine in the satin sky bright,
silver dust disperses sequined shimmer on the shadow of sorrow.
The rhythmic rustle of dead leaves makes the melody of delight,
tear drops turning to pearls of dew sparkle on barren meadow.
Carved deep in the vale of woe the stream of discontent flows,
where the ecstasy of resurgence cascades with happy memory.
If despair finds a niche of empathy as the wrecking storm blows,
despondency morphs into halcyon heart’s beguiling beauty.
CDs
Every second Sunday my CD collection disperses
fertiliser from
blimps and
zeppelins onto a
great distance areas.
Hope aids us to walk into tomorrow,
It brings us out of the depth of sorrow,
It brightens as we tunnel through the night,
It upholds us in our plight and each fight.
Sometimes we’re dispirited by the day,
When the unseen comes out of its chamber,
Mystery stealthy walks into the room,
We sojourn across a turbulent sea,
Hope and tenacity will pave the way,
Until the monsters are laid to slumber,
The emergence of light disperses gloom,
Redemption we'll eventually see.
Hope is the light that shines on the mirror,
It unveils our eyes so we see clearer.
“A zephyr of hope harbingers a zen energy.”
- Quote by Poet
He sits on the porch in the embrace of twilight,
He ponders on each day’s tussle and fight,
He reminisces on a recent occurrence,
Something beyond the layman’s credence.
He has searched everywhere and every place,
There’s no trailing trace,
The missing papers are in a place beyond reach,
Somewhere probably in the deepest ditch.
He is in troubled waters,
Tranquillity is all that matters,
He is in the shadow,
He needs light to come in through his window.
A gentle breeze blows,
Something rhythmic flows,
Hope walks into his room,
It gradually disperses the gloom.
Trailing clouds of glory do we come
Until by the end we are left dull and glum.
How it all came to this
We are responsible
For being so remiss
The magic of our early moments
Emblazoned in our minds
Fades and disperses with every pressure
Our world brings to bear upon our pleasure
Exams, bills, targets, workday worries
blunt our perceptions
And drive them undergound
Occasionally to spark alive in a dream state
Eluding our grasp
once we come to our senses
Wide awake and once more blind
How to recapture
And to resurrect
That rich inner spirit
Which came with our birth
That should be our aim
Too many earthly concerns
Within our clay
Must take the blame
For that loss of courage
To break free from the constricting frame
Forcing us
To forget the beauties of the day
To play the stultifying economic game
The stifling straitjacket of life
Keeps us playing
With you, I can overcome every darkness,
You’re my connection to the sun,
The moonlight that guides me through my night’s sojourn,
The hand that arranges my day.
This is not a parade of words,
This is not a mere quantum of expressions,
It’s a flight of my affection,
It’s a river of my love.
Your mellifluous voice echoes in my room,
It buoys me across the sea,
It cocoons me from the day’s assailants,
It disperses the gloom that pervades my chamber.
Come and let’s walk through the seasons of life together,
Come to the room I have made for you,
In my heart dwells a portrait of you,
You’re all I need.
January 14, 2023.
Bright and clear is the day,
The sun is on joyful wings,
Mirth holds sway,
We're saddled with all that light brings.
Drenched colours wear a happy face,
We're haloed by their beauty,
Dawn disperses the night's haze.
Nothing stands misty.
We're in summer's chamber,
We're under friendly skies,
Nightfall chauffeurs a happy slumber,
As dawn awaits to throw the dice.
Everything reaches for the sun,
Outdoor is endless fun.
July 27, 2023.
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