Drippings Poems

Hearts swayed in the dark

He plays me like his violin
puts me through the gamut of emotions.
Each note is plucked just right to harmonize 
with jasmin shades of bloom.

The breeze hums its chant of loneliness
for anyone willing to listen. It's an open 
invitation to every lonesome soul.

A heartbeat and its echo resonates,
bathing in a mellow atmosphere
of honey drippings in the dark of night
where broken hearts will soon gather
and try to mend under a sullen moon.



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Minnesota III

Moist sheets tossed aside
soaked pillows
Side by side single mattress 
She was exposed drippings 
Dime sack and tree rings brittle snowcats 
Green sight meet brown peepers 
Plumb late April Boreal Plains humidity
Abittor Unami eau de cologne electricity 
Thin plain pink blanket on the window
Air conditioner recirculating
Salmon rays preen her face
Noon spring afternoon
the rain stopped the sun peeked in

Bare cucumber blooms sticky seeds 
Hanging over pickled 
The lard on her belly

She didn’t bathe
Just left my bleak studio apartment

Erotomania sweat,
Womb vacant,
Minnows swimming 
Contraceptive implant
Wedding ring manufacturer.

Bassoons Drippings

21/2cups of flour( self rising)
2 tablespoons of cornstarch
2 whole eggs+ 1 yolk
2 Tablespoons of lemon juice
1 Tablespoon of Gin
1/2 Teaspoon of lemon zest
1 cup of bread crumbs
1 &1/2 cup of buttermilk
1 Tablespoon of cayenne pepper
2 tablespoon of dried chives
1 Teaspoon of salt
1 Table spoon of dehydrated onion
 1 Tablespoon of garlic powder
1 Tablespoon of Paresean Cheese
3 cups of shucked Manoes
6 cups of oil for deep frying

mix all ingredeints
minus the clams
 create a batter
add more or less to
create a sticky consistant batter
smooth
dip Manoes in the batte
and deep fry until golden brown
serve from a bed of watercrest
small cunks of deseed watermelon
crumbled feta
and fried onions with crumbled bacon
lettuce, fried green tomatos
 and a vinagerette
serve with tartar sauce

Enjoy!

WILD CAT, RIP IT APART ONCE AGAIN

WILD CAT, RIP IT APART ONCE AGAIN

Been a while I tasted it raw 
Taste of a living flesh full of blood
My claws are itchy 
Craving to  rip off  the furs and pounce on the flesh 
My fangs and rusty 
Need be oiled by the drippings 
Mouth drooling the hunger is as large as the flesh
I just wanna rip the flesh again


Like a snow wolf after the winter 
Too long a life without a feed 
Many nights of hunger and thirst 
Long curvy fiery claws
 Guiding the wooly paws 
The wild cat's  whiskers are overgrown 
Yet without bloodstains in a while 
Seasons of cold and hot
Nights of starving and  days of thirst 
Big cats of the wild 
Rip it out and eat from the middle


Howl louder big wild cat
Lure your mate out of the woods 
Feed on the familiar  tasty flesh 
Your favourite of all delicacy 
Lick the fluid off your whiskers 
Flex the powers in your right limbs  
Stretch out the veins and let them pop
Chase and make a  catch 
Pant in awe of your satisfaction 
A well deserved meal after a while
It is time to rip it apart again

Crucible of Legends II

Possibilities, like children, navigate the classable realms,
settling upon the measurable.
Amorous piglets, their peachy snouts delve,
rooting through the trash heap of desire.

"In a time beyond now," wheatenly speaks the tale-spinner,
plucking a clover, pale and crowned with stardust,
among the untamed grains sown in the depth of breath.
She informs a story of the jewel hung in ghastly night,
makes dark fright beauteous and her old face new.

I crave an eye bathed in Bengal's blaze,
eternity riding a celestial pyre,
Cetus dancing on an ocean canvas,
whose seas flow no fresher than the confessions' wicked drippings.

These realms are places of wonder,
where pigments of reality and fantasy blend,
and I am compelled to dwell within my cresset,
explorer of the shining glimmers.

Sipping the subtle freshness,
a learner from the lessons of Experience,
I gaze through colored glass,
where each tint reveals and re-veils truth like a story.

I wait to touch of hem of a thunderbird, 
whose wings span the horizon,
whose voice shakes the earth and sky,
whose feathers spark the fire of inspiration.

And I believe I will, someday, when I soar beyond the dawn.

The Crucible of Legends

Children of possibilities navigate the classable realms,
settling upon the measurable.
Amorous piglets, their peachy snouts delve,
rooting through the trash heap of desire.

"In a time beyond now," wheatenly speaks the tale-spinner,
plucking a clover, pale and crowned with stardust,
among the untamed grains sown in the depth of breath.

I crave an eye bathed in Bengal's blaze,
eternity riding a celestial pyre,
Cetus dancing on an ocean canvas,
whose seas flow no fresher than the confessions' wicked drippings. 

These realms are places of suspicion,
where pigments of reality and fantasy fasten,
and I am compelled to dwell within my cresset,
guardian of the trimming glimmers.

Snipping the subtle freshness,
a novice to the gallows of Experience,
I gaze through colored glass,
where each tint tells a story of refracted truths.

Tranquility

Recline with ease,
no drippings
lips curled
forehead curve in a smile
breath at ease
here is the story to blend,
grin pass the shadows
as the trees bow their heads
nothing but grains scattering
dive  and  slip but  juicy melodies
rest on the brink
blink
floating dreams rising with the tide,
escape the  clutter  that drips from the lips
barren words, roses bloom bursts,
climb and rise over the waves,
deep part, dipped in ashes that weep
shadows scatter with the wind
chill as a soft bubble from the night
easy pickings in a viral trap
born into the dawn of a new day.

His Daylight Unclogs

He shoulders his heavy mind,
hunched under a dripping umbrella
of anxieties.

Dogs avoid the puddles he makes,
minor ponds of sniffs and scuffles
that he takes with him always.

He has a pocket handkerchief
that blows his nose
when the laden air
plunders his sinus's.

His has become allergic
to himself.

Quite by chance
a new airy broom
sweeps away
the damp clogging's
of his fusty brain.

Polar bears appear
within his inner eye,
they bring oranges from Florida,
fruits that will not ripen
in his own dark and crusty world.

Folding the black saucer
of his umbrella,
he un-puckers his brow.
Head-up, he side-steps.
his musty mood.

Poodles and pugs
play in the pools of his former
bothersome drippings.

Hearts of God's Children Will Soon Fly-

The heart doesn't show it's beating from the outside looking in;
Those of the domestic violent also sometimes doesn't show it's wounds;
PAINTED DRIPPINGS OF RED
One of the deadly sins, war, wrath dishonor amongst the brethren;
My heart leaps for joy, in the praise and worship of my Lord;
SOIL RUNNING DOWN THE STREETS DEAD
My mine is fixed abundantly for the service of my Father God;
Reach up, reach out, witness
For the coming for of the hearts of God's Children
AWAITING, DEBATING THE WORKING OF CHRIST
Jesus soon will be parting the skies;
One day soon Jesus shall witness us as we fly:
HEARTS OF GOD'S CHILDREN WILL SOON FLY-


11/7/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee sr. 2022©

Treasure Us

I will cherish you 
For the rest of time.
As the stars we ensue,
Escape the light’s climb.

I would go to any length for us.
We could go back to the start
When you touched my heart
As our soft, watery eyes discuss.

When it seems impossible to love,
Our misty spirits melt into one,
Like the candle drippings above
The lands we strive to outrun.

Onward to the skies we’ve found,
A starry abyss will pleasure us.
Even when we're not around,
I shall forever treasure us.

Risen Son Setting Sun

How far to the Sun 
so rise
 Son of God risen towards the skies 
on this day that you departed
 left the world brokenhearted
 yet alive he rose from the dead
 sun and brightly call signs over and over
 again it is a lesser light lesser yet 
is the moon that shines bright at night
 the Son has risen so rise 
Father God has created all things
 the universe mother and within this rain okay 
in rainbow trains to request so spins droplets 
The rainbow shine drippings of the water flow 
the clouds the second heaven to the third 
Washing my heart doing so impart 
Let It Rain it rains the reign God Aon Jesus
 has risen but yet He's coming back again 
He shall gravity lower Himself down with his angels great 
Judgment and His time in His appointed time
Amen

5/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©

Conventional Framework

the mirror split
within the look
of sight
the aptest
share was near
snags come from
              prognosticated 

I see it strew
like ice melting
yet it was vivid
& heart 
was sobbing 
from my 
caught 
             metacarpus

where I drove
the staring
fragment i
turned it to
attempt & stop
the red
             drippings

1st place contest winner 

Written: May 10, 2022

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Sleepytime

sweet-honey’d drippings
in a steamy sup of tea —
snoring honeybees

6/24/2021

When I Desired To Bite

She resembled, a package so well-knit,
Like gifts and fruits of the Holy Spirit.

Like a bouquet of all flowers of Spring,
She had something that left me so longing.

Lo, this little fruit of my aspirations,
I'll never bite, lest I lose her affections.
 
 “Sweeter also than honey and drippings of the honeycomb” (Psalms 19:10)


25 May 2021
Bite-Size Poem 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier

Skies Calling-

Atmosphere is anybody there
World spinning around is anybody here
 my love the skies are so great
Our hearts melt in the clouds wake
Till dusk of day the night feedings
Rain clouds away drippings 
Misunderstandings Miss identifications till days dawn
Crawling  skies 
~
Anybody there,  anybody here
Sunshine's beauty is great Wandering Minds
Sun Cross the sky changing of times
Till the sunset clouds Thunderings
Is all I do while waiting for the moon's plungering
Those rain clouds away clouds turning blue
Misunderstandings miscommunications today's gone true Skies calling


2/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021

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