This run ain't been fun for a while now
Energy for it all been ran out
Beggin myself to let go of this doubt
N start bein what I always been about
Knock myself off this damn cloud
Kuz its lookin like its about to storm some more
Ya know sht bad when chaoz got me bored
Being sober is more like a chore
The chemicals I keep in my brain cells
Got me convinced this reality I'm in is forreal hell
Its like my luck done hit the driest dry spell
Forgot how it feels to feel well
If I ever did know...
.....dazed out
Wondering if this whole sht
Is a fckd up sht show directed and written by
...who tha fck knows
Gettin kicks outta every low blow I catch to tha dome
Steady fckn with my mental state
Don't even try to act like im tryna exaggerate
but the plates overflowing with anger, pain & hate
when all I ordered was peace, love & fun
with some lust mixed in to hydrate
Keepin it super real
At this fcked up rate,
I dont even gotta contemplate
Why everyones walkin around all irate
While im just slowly strolling around
In this fcked up drug haze
Categories:
driest, addiction, drug, fate, how
Form: Free verse
Everything in the summer is like a bog.
Even when you live in the driest desert.
Bog, fog, everything is dragging along.
Summer mosquitoes.
Open toed shoes, letting in sand, and mud.
Everything is sinking, sickly.
When it’s summer, you can buy an ice cream cone.
Which is nice for five minutes.
Then the bog, fog, and haunting stretch of road continues.
Summer starts around June.
And peaks everyday at noon.
By 10:30 pm,
We can’t sleep because it’s hot.
Nothing takes away the dry breath and murky feeling.
Not even the summer butterflies which fly erratically.
The window is closed and the air conditioning is on.
Sounds of June.
July will still be summer.
A hotter, more draining summer.
Continues.
Categories:
driest, summer,
Form: Free verse
As Far as our Eyes will see,
In a Vast, and seemingly
endless World
to the Future’s greatest of Extents,
in a little Hut,
Hidden in a Swamp,
Lies little Old
Ms.
Garratha.
with the few who Reside
alongside.
They Eventually found
a Beautiful spring,
during their driest of seasons,
although seasoning doesn’t matter --
when It’s Wet twenty-four --
Seven.
The Decision to have a whiff,
without a -- Sniffer, may Just have been
the primary decision
For
Why this whole
story
Started.
Beginning with Licks,
progressing to Great
Tastes,
Has Brought together,
the
new Holy,
Wooly Serpent.
As No one has
seen
A serpent of coat,
since;
How often can you
find --
one of this Kind?
They Just so Happened
to
Land this amazement,
as For the water,
was not salty
At All.
Nor Was it clean, of
every Potential,
creating the Monster, Seen.
An ancient Serpent’s hair,
clogged much of its
safety,
and this water,
had much of
serpent’s Father.
His scales and much
Rein.
Slithering Out of this sort-of Creation,
came
Serpent Himself,
Shining without,
armour.
Categories:
driest, animal, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
The beauty of hugs,
Is that we are often given them,
When we least deserve them,
So, the next time we might feel more deserving of them,
We might even find we no longer want to live in a world without them,
Unless we are unlucky and have an inborn aversion to them,
Or do not have a romantic bone in our body and only see sex,
As the reason for them.
Hugs spontaneously given show we care,
And while sex is something most of us desire,
That makes us feel alive,
Even in old age,
If you never get a hug after sex,
Then no matter how much you desire,
It may be better to take a cold shower,
As that is not the right kind of sex,
If you are a hopeless romantic,
Or aspire to be one.
Not easy for anyone,
In a world where it is hard to trust anyone,
And most believe romance to be dead,
But if you look at the go to site for aspiring poets,
There are poems there that will bring tears to the driest eyes,
And give one, a case of romantic sighs.
That will open your eyes to a world that hungers for more hugs,
And less sex that only ends with shrugs instead of hugs.
Categories:
driest, age, analogy, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Romanticism
Like a spring of endless water
in the midst of the driest desert,
you are like water that flows from under
that braves the heat to quench my drought.
You are a stream that nurtures my dream
and rouses my great courage to sprout.
You make me brave against the storm.
Your mere presence heartens my heart.
You are a river that flows forever
amidst the desert of my soul.
You are a fountain that soars up high.
Your endless flow touches the sky.
When my journey's so long and winding
and paths I take are swirling and devious,
your heart gives me a place to rest;
A cozy home where I can refresh.
Oasis, oblivion, odyssey poetry contest
2nd place
Categories:
driest, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Said the last goodbye,
Leaving us, as old rye,
Taking you, Earth withers,
And I am left in shivers.
Tears flow in eyes,
The driest ones; wept,
Grays are the skies,
The wind, no longer kept.
Children shall be told,
Reminiscent they'll be,
Before they grow cold,
That's how time does be.
Tales, rumours,
I shall dismiss them all,
As long as i live,
I shall know you.
Time, shan't take you away,
The son of the wind,
Oh! How you did sway!
But their chains did bind.
The very air,
Enclosed in glass walls,
They didn't care,
And ignored all your calls.
Wild spirits at ease,
Like streams never cease,
Slow them, change their ways,
Leaving them no longer a maze.
All the smiles, all the tears,
Now go away, as they came,
Going away in shame,
Where are your prayers?
I stand beside the gravestone,
Tear stained and weary,
Nothing now is known,
Everything feels so eerie.
The rain comes,
takes away,
Something i can't point out,
Its all too loud.
Silence is worse than screaming,
Nothing nothing at all, in feeling,
And then I see,
A bud on a a spruce tree.
Categories:
driest, absence, age, appreciation, birth,
Form: Rhyme
Incandescent emotion
Spills and
Tumbles from pen to page
Iridescent love
Leaps gracefully
Like a gazelle from the
Lion's claws, as the safest
Oasis rises into
View.
Expectation of inspiration
Eradicates those dark emotions
Vividly transforming
Every
Rhyme.
Yet,
The world of things
Haunts the proposed
Innocence of these words.
No
Guilt
Will
Eclipse the bright
Sunshine of some of the
Happiest refreshing moments.
Alone with my thoughts, but still
Raptured and ever grateful for
Every beautiful spirit-filled
Drink to dissolve the driest darkness
CV
3rd December 2023
Categories:
driest, baptism, beautiful, drink, friendship,
Form: Acrostic
It's always the impoverished
that get it worse.
On occasions the wealthy
get it,
but the poor
can expect to get it worse.
Mother Nature
goes for the weakest buildings,
the driest wood,
the lowest,
most fragile among us
The meek often end up
precipitously dead.
Often, I ponder
about inheriting the Earth
I mean, is it worth it?
Often, I wonder if lightning bolts
especially single-out the meek.
I guess it's good to be special.
Categories:
driest, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Plants that grow on arid spaces,
They thrive in the midst of the driest deserts;
They survive on slopy rock edges;
They bear the scourge and ravages of ages.
Even in the depth of gusty circumstances,
like the sun, they shine, even in chancy races;
They always light up a glow in their faces
like an image of true love, full of sweet gazes.
Like love that comes from unexpected places,
they are the signs and the latent traces
that hopeful hearts can unravel their mazes
and survive to dwell in their eternal bases.
Categories:
driest, love, nature, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
The past is a thought.
The coastal fishing town in Peru was charming
its upland was bare and light brown, with roads
looking like scars caused by a triple Bye-Pass.
The sky was enormous, the biggest ever seen
but was unmotivated, not a cloud around.
Teresa is a short, lovely woman in well-filled jeans.
Ah, jeans, one wishes for the skirt’s reappearance.
We hired a car and drove up the bare hills.
The driest of landscapes weighted down by dust
Tiny villages, four houses and a cantina, not a place
for the young, Lima was their dream.
At the top of a hill, we stopped, and afar the Pacific
glittering green living up to its name.
We were in love, the transient kind disappearing
in the morning light; told each other lies and enjoyed
the sweetness of dreams.
We drove back before darkness, the road narrow.
Teresa worked at night, with many trawlers docking.
A stolen moment by two people whose youth had
passed us by, but we remember how sweet it was.
Categories:
driest, best friend, blessing, creation,
Form: Carpe Diem
Where is the lightning?
Rains calculated thunders!
Roars across the skies scape;
Treacherous abrasive storms;
Drench righteously;
1/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Categories:
driest, analogy, environment, rain, storm,
Form: Tanka
Busy keeping watch over sheep.
Angel appears - they would not sleep.
The shepherds walked at a quick pace,
To look upon the Christ child’s face.
They found him lying on the straw.
Baby Jesus is who they saw.
God’s Son entered the human race.
They’d look upon the Christ child’s face.
Still pinching themselves at the sight,
remembering the angel-light.
Heaven’s hosts came from hiding place.
They’d look upon the Christ child’s face.
“Do not be afraid! There’s good news!”
The angels exclaimed to the Jews.
Embodiment of holy grace.
They’d look upon the Christ child’s face.
“Glory to God in the highest.”
Hard to say whose eye was driest
as shepherds trekked to his birthplace.
Tears fall upon the Christ child’s face.
“There’s peace on whom God’s favor rests.”
The highest calling manifests.
His mother holds Him in embrace.
They’d look upon the Christ child’s face.
12/18/2021
Nativity
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Categories:
driest, christmas,
Form: Kyrielle
grasshoppers cling to
the driest of all corn cleaves
and get wiped away
07 August 2021
Categories:
driest, destiny,
Form: Haiku
Rainfall
Far off in the distance, you see storm clouds
Sky begins to darken, everything it enshrouds
Winds intensify, it’s passionate fury swirling
Leaves, small branches, tossing and hurling
Skies open up, the violent deluge starts pouring
Thunderous sounds so deafening and roaring
Lightning engulfs the sky with such blinding light
To many a creature, seemingly a frightening sight
The violence of the thunderstorm, fearful by design
As if it were God’s own hand wielding furious divine
The fierceness of the rain, driest of soil consumes all
Giving life to the dry arid ground, newest growth befall
Off in the distance, you hear the faint rumbling fade
The thunderstorms subsides, leaving the mark it’s made
A soft rainfall continues to descend from the grey skies
As the violent, forceful strength of the winds slowly dies
Categories:
driest, rain, storm, weather,
Form: Rhyme
The blind does his walking,
With his trusted staff a- tapping,
His approach broadcasting,
Measured steps minding,
As his fall is his loathing
The driest on the subject of color,
Unless as a fairy tale,
To not here display valor,
As he ‘d a trillion times fail
Sure to be begging your pardon;
Upon describing Yellow
And completely in London,
As you portray the More Mellow…
Nevertheless equipped with the keener than normal,
Condition-warranted wisdom far from formal,
Fingers expertly feeling one twice
To later fish one out thrice:
Ears magically catching the faintest mumble
From the heady and the humble
And nostrils familiar with the smell of his workers
And body odor of housebreakers.
Categories:
driest, anger, birth, books, fate,
Form: Rhyme
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