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Down A Path With Nature

Quote By Poet: "Morning arrives when the brilliant sun first kisses the earth."     
A new morning is now arriving
       the brilliant sun      first kisses the earth
                  

Down A Forest Path

"We are on a journey and all the answers we seek,
                           are whispered without words."

              

In the realm where stars lay down a carpet of dreams

In the realm where stars lay down a carpet of dreams,
A kiss becomes a temple, crowned with silent whispers,
And the moon, guardian in the night, lights up her secrets,
Pouring silver over our garden, eternal and fragrant.
In the dance of destiny, lips meet,
Silent chapters written across a starry sky, in endless presence,
A gateway to the world

Down a Forest Path

"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
                                 Quote by Constance La France


On a beautiful afternoon, seeking

Cutting Down a Tree In a Light Brezze-

... a man  Forrester Ortiz
He used to cut down trees
But the tree breaks
He made a mistake
He didn't appease the light breeze

7/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Down a Narrow Path

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I stood under a bald tree (once rich with foliage) on a carpet of dry leaves in drought, and saw dreams litter the landscape like the dry bones in the valley—dead, dry, and forlorn. I gaped.??I tried to drop a tear, but could not. Not from a heart crusted by long nights of failed dew.

Finding a Drop Carrot Down a Rabbit Hole-

drop a carrot
Down the rabbit hole
just where does it go
leaving where how does it grow
 drilling past the core 
tunnel spiking wiggling like a worm 
Coming and going Burns
turnpikes out of sight
 channel and traveling so
Go rapid rabbit Go

11/1/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©

Double Down -A Rondel For Donald Trump

A Rondel for Donald Trump

As those Fake News polls keep coming 'round
And their predictions drag you down,
Just face the music like a Man
Deny it all, the best you can:
Try to deny that deepening frown.

There is, alas, an ever-growing sound
A quiet voice ever gaining ground
That makes you grasp at each more desperate plan
To salvage your sinking

Taking Down a Bookshelf

The authors
blink only when looked at,
they recall for you
a story, perhaps a tale half-read.

One book lifted,
pages fly between thoughts,
a few scrapes of knowledge 
peck and preen again.
Phrases return
demanding still to be displayed
though rarely used.

There are mystic scriptures
that hover between
fiction and non-fiction.
I imagine temple beasts 
still guarding them.
I overreach,
shake this collected tree of knowledge.
Books fall, some

Deep Down: a Bottomless Body

Wallow and vacant...
Not at all significant...
Feeling so breathless
I’m feeling oh so worthless
Depthless distress...

I express hopelessness
Swallow this pill of reality
Deep down, a bottomless body
Looked at by everybody
Everyday, weighed down
By an upside down frown 
Everyday, weighed down
By an upside down frown

Everyone is silent as a grave
Chatting is even a sign of brave
I’m an introverted extrovert
I’m an extroverted

Hunting Down a Lame Duck

There was a lame duck 
Injured looking for a quick buck 
And feeling struck
Thankful for the merciful luck 
After being stalked and plucked  
Taking a swim on the river 
Avoiding a hunter looking for dinner 
Good fortune appeared on the shore 
In the way of a young boy image that stated ‘opportunity score’ 
With

Down a Piece and There

The country, people, and the village,
All equal, as if, for the first time, 
All of that gave a fresher image,
Nay, 'tis but a relative vantage.
Save fresh road, to its left bears a sign.

"A few more feet and we will be there." 
Says my brother, older by a year. 
We each sit on a small wooden

Down a Storm Drain

I fear if this piece of glass
         Hanging on end wall
      Shows who lies beneath my skin
        Her outlets,words that drop from my curved lips
     Or the words that she hides

Down a Drainage

The drizzle whips mildly like an omen
Along the ashen lane ; and I am troubled
While gazing through  a drainage
Filled with mud and waylaid boughs,
As  a  quivered sigh trails below the cement
Until my knees bow down,  wobbling.

I linger around  almost numb
In the gradual  dip of sunset’s  orange hue;
While 

Down a Storm Drain Gone Forever

My heart was racing, for the boy
that I adored had handed me
a note he told me wait to read,
so home I ran excitedly!

I did not dare to read it yet,
for he was walking down the street
with friends of his. Oh, how I hoped
that he had written something sweet.

When almost home, I crossed the street
but tripped!

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