A field of blue
For who?
US or you
If I red, this right
About the American white
Knight's
Field of blue
Seeking justice true
Using a vigilant eagle eye
Persevering every try
Proudly raising the flag high
It flies
Message sent
Throughout the forging valley's tent
Watching old glory touch the stars
Blue field defends its red, white bars
Healing any freedom scars
Fifty or thirteen
It all means
The same
When one claims
An independent life
While piping the fife
And banging a drum
Feeling welcome
Under the blue sky
Where the American flag flies
High
Sounding the call
Down at the mall
Holiday sale all
Month long
Playing patriotic songs
Before debating what is wrong
Making us blue
Wondering exactly what is true?
That is how we act
And if you do not like it, go pack
The only movie on this flight that's shown
is an episode of The Twilight Zone.
That's what my flight attendant said,
staring strangely at my head.
My brain thread's still mostly on the spool,
so why look at me like I'm a fool.
My eagle eye saw the wind dislodge
a key piece of the fuselage.
That's the lynch pin, says I.
Without it, we can no longer fly.
The cabin's leaking oxygen and air.
Clueless passengers sit and stare
as I see my hand become a claw
to stop the destruction I foresaw.
The flight attendant meant to do me harm.
She stuck a needle in my arm.
I was on that accursed flight, inbound.
Now, I'm sleeping safe and sound.
Painting…
artwork
berserk
odd earned
modern
surreal
appeal
bizarre
by far
not banned
unfanned
slash—tore
restored
Symbol…
Based on
Friar John’s
drawing
gnawing
foreseen
cross scene
Christ’s arms
paint psalms
cross floats
gloss boat
Easter
feaster
Colors…
cool tones
browns form
dark sky
eagle eye
bone blends
deepens
blue dream
hue scheme
Technique…
contrast
both vast
pewter
muter
spectrum
none done (perpective never done)
Dalí’s
follies
Night Owl
A feathered creature lurking into the night
They never sleep in the darkness delight
Always aware of its strange surroundings
Moves quietly and peacefully observing
With haunted and luminous yellow eyes
A night owl watches everything simultaneously
Balanced miles high looking down concentrating
Night owls prey and hunt ruthlessness viewing
Amphibians, reptiles, insects, rodents, fish and other flying birds
A skilled nocturnal hunter to devour
A captivating but rugged night creature
Adapt in its own inhabitant hiding in the darkest shadows
They survive in the cool breeze nightly
As a unique predator under surveillance like an eagle eye
Sitting, just waiting up high in silent
The night owl plunges from the tree top descending into the ruins
Another kill and another delicious feast
Everything dead is beautiful food anchored to the sky
What Is A Poet 5
With heavy thoughts always scrambling
Words echo enchanting
Each short story is meaningful
Perhaps you were born to be a poet
Sometimes , a simple stroll alone walking down a narrow side walk
Taking time out can be therapeutic
Everyone's writings can be monumental
Look past the impulsive naysayers
Be true for who you are
For the jealous will never be you
Don’t lose your way
For poetry awaits
Henced-forth with amazement
Write in your own perspective
You have an eagle eye for detail
As poems rhyme drifting and scattered across the clouds
Show encouragement and ambition
For we are truly isolated in the dark
from the mountain top
eagle eye view of the lake
heron pushes off
Dare a blade of glass stir
‘neath his eagle eye
or a leaf from a tree silent
take to the sky
A rustle of undergrowth
arouses his concern
from signs such as this one
the look-out will learn
what the enemy’s planning
from where it is coming
another night at his post
~ displaying his cunning
Keen Eye For Detail
Critical observation.
Pay close attention.
Sharp minded.
Value precision.
Hand to paper.
Fluent speaker.
Mind always racing.
Comprehending.
Eagle eye.
Recognizing ability.
Keen eye for detail.
Powerful skills.
Being mindful.
Repetitive.
Scrutiny.
Clean lines.
An artist has a keen eye for drawing.
Creative thinking.
The wise old owl with an eagle eye,
Who spied a blackbird as it flew by
The vulture could smell the decay
Of the carnage killed that day
Flesh and blood ooze from the prey
Of bodies and carcases on display
The hungry vulture swooped,
To join other vultures in the group
Squabbling over a piece of meat
Although there was plenty left to eat
These greedy birds ate and ate,
Not caring for the dreadful fate,
Of the birds of prey
As long as they fulfilled their need to eat
It was only then they flew away.
No fake, phony, counterfeit, bogus
I am a altruistic lover, listener, helper
Who inspire, motivates, and encourage
Yes, I can be introverted sometimes
I also can be humorous, playful and joyous.
The eagle eye who has great insight
The lone wolf who known to work alone
The tortoise who longevity speak for itself
The black panther who camouflage well
The loner who enjoys own company
The special one who love leaves impressions
The unique one who sees through the lies
The individual who needs no validation
The divergent thinker who seek solutions.
It took a group to initiate a narrative
It took a multitude to destroy my image
It took a mob to ruin my reputation
It took a diverse of hitmen attempts
It took a legion to use witchcraft
It took posses to keep sharing posts
It took the masses seconds to believe it all!
I fought alone and still standing.
Get to know someone before you destroy their life
joining others based on he/she said gossip.
No weapon(any) form against me WILL NOT prosper!!!
Thinking we do! Living or not we all do ! Giving we all do to who we give we do! Laughing we all do! We all pass through the valley of death through pain regrets a sadness too and our bodies stands the test of time to fuel our aspirations
I once was young but now I am old! Never seen the righteous forsaken!
Never cried alone always child protected loved sound mind in the atmosphere of life joy gifted blessed questions gone love of heaven silent stand a love song request.Never asking myself why! But all the rest yes! We ask! With a helmet of salvation secret covered veil of interest a eagle eyes warriors vision. The eagle eye shining on who when how where within myself the shatterd zone! Then the battle with self begins lifelong! Remembering never is I alone in the swords of life is drawn line upon line within myself my spirit my flesh my soul all is there one body one way one life! We stand !The lines are alway drawn!
Those curves speak
Down to the spine
Is like mountain peak
Undisturbed sloping pine
In eagle eye view it's good
A colorful landscape for free
A stunning winding road
An adorable woman I see.
Scary truth we said on the roof
You dared to see me through
With your eagle-eye view
swooned me in, out of blue
And I know this couldn't be true
Cause I came strong onto you
But you cared-
To listen to my scary truths
I’ve been the one who dances
Among gravity devices
I am the soaring one
Who kept dancing
Soaring admit skies
Eagle eyes
10/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2024
Climbed up on the mountain
Fingers almost touched the sky
Even had to duck my head
As a cloud came tumbling by
Felt I was invincible
Amongst the blue and gray
Maybe God had rested here
On that holy seventh day
I could see for miles
Air was clear and bright
Sun shining through the trees
Was a visual delight
Leaves they seemed to sing
A song upon the breeze
While floating to the ground
Asking " Catch me if you please"
Then I saw an eagle
Soaring in the sky
Looked at me suspiciously
Giving me that eagle eye
Then a little chipmunk
Came by to say hello
Cheeks stuffed with acorns
Think he's wanting me to go
Saw a white tailed deer
With big brown Bambie eyes
Quickly turn and run away
Her, I really did surprise
So I will take this day
Arrest it deep inside
All the beauty that I've seen
Cause He was by my side
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