the sun's rays fall flat
for they miss the shape of you ~
emptiness distilled
Edward Lear
Was on the gear
It’s plain for all to see
A pussy and owl
That incredible fowl
How could he write such poetry?
What drugs he had
Or was he mad?
That’s a madness I’d like to be
So, I say my dears
We need more Edward Lears
To save us from this insanity.
"If you could say it in words
there would be no reason
to paint”.
Edward Hopper
..............
I could be a figure
inside an Edward Hopper painting -
alone, sitting on a bench seat
in a park, deep in the solitude
of a disconnected world.
The moment is framed in silence,
pulled tight across the morning
like a stretched canvass
waiting for a brush to press down
and set the taut still trembling.
But there is no shadow
poised above, no brush in a hand,
just an empty sky that seems
to go on forever, spilling beyond
the picture and into nowhere.
I wish I could escape
the framed boundaries
of this artwork, to stand back
and see the same perspective
that was used to paint me.
Victorian-era Edward Lear,
musician, artist and limerickeer;
He drew and illustrated parrots of London’s Zoo.
Pictures for his famed“Book of Nonsense” Lear created too.
Dear PoetrySoup friends,
I haven’t been around much lately, but when something touches one of our own, it hits deep. A few hours ago, Ed Ebbs ’s wife shared the sad news of his passing. My heart is heavy. Ed wasn’t just a talented poet, but a devoted family man, a gentleman, and a kind soul, always faithful to his beliefs.
Let’s take a moment to visit his poetry, honour him, or say a prayer for him and his loved ones.
.Ed Ebbs:
He lived with kindness, grace, and care,
A faithful heart, so rich, so rare.
His words will linger, soft and true,
A gentle soul, we’ll not forget you.
In quiet strength, he led the way,
A beacon bright, both night and day.
His legacy, in every line,
A lasting gift, pure and divine.
Now joined with angels up above,
He rests in peace, surrounded by love.
With sympathy,
Charma
George Edward Foreman
was a man who had a plan
he was a great boxer who gave us thrills
and Big George managed to sell thousands of grills
easy-going eccentric electric Eddie Edward
eagerly evolved, earnestly earning earthy eclectic
elixirs, executing exaggerated embellishments,
emotionalizing enchanting encyclopedic endorsements,
epitomizing enlightened entanglements, enticing envious emotions.
A red streak running till the kitties left alone
An Edward
Unfurled with the intent of being taken
A hole stitched with embroidery is an inevitable breakthrough
Patchwork belonging
Edward is a mad house
And a monster of a lover.
The past is a grotesque animal
But you are not
Blue, gray or any other shade.
In the depth of the blossoming
Shadows, the lover of wild things
The cry against obscurity.
He is the name on my breath
After too many vodka shots
After the red sunset has died
And my heart has given itself
To beat warmer. To cool again
The up, the down, the winding
Even as I - with no lover
Decide to kill the morning.
I see myself as myself
My truest self
Isn’t physical
Yet, energies, calls
I am
A child of a living King
I’m a child of a Holy God
I am His Beloved one
My name predestined
I am
James Edward Lee Sr.
My name predestined
I am first a burst of energies choice
Spoken into existence
By Father Elohim
Of an outcome
A coursed event determined
In advance by divine will
I was created so “soul” to be birth
From above I so be
James Edward Lee
1/31/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
J oyful
A dmirable
M otivated
E ncouraging
S upportive
E ncouraging
D edicated
W ise
A dmirable
R esilient
D edicated
L ovable
E ncouraging
E ncouraging
S upportive
R esilient
~
guess I am twice a admirable doubled
four times encouraging
double the resilient
as well as twice supportive
everything esle, guess just once
10/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2023
Yes I come from distant places
Once I was small but never again will I kneel
Understand that I am the storm
Are you scared of me?
Remember who you used to be, standing tall, but now look at you
Eating from my hands and trembling before me
My eyes are dark pools that see into your soul as you cower at my feet
Ink runs up and down my skin
Never look me in the eyes but don’t look away
Every distraction is an opportunity
Focus
Only the blood in my fervent veins can sustain you
Risk your life for a small sip as I watch
Every cell in your body is buzzing like a bee
Vertigo; too bad I’ve removed your stinger
Energy rushes through me. You cannot
Run
Cat said it's purrfect
Owl said it's a hoot
And so ...
The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea!
There was that bloke:
That war poet?
Rupert Brooke
He apparently said; and I quote
I suddenly realised that
The
Ambition of my life has
Been - since I was two - to go on a military expedition
Against the Turks
That's a bit much, isn't it?
Like a cup of
Oniony tea
I will beat Thomas
And if you got into a car
The instructor wouldn't
Say
To you, "Well
What do YOU think?"
an automat whose orbs of light
reflect and touch the void of night
a refuge from the twenties’ roar
trapped in her thoughts without a door
a table, cup and gloveless hand
alone together in her land
a bowl of fruit that sits behind:
the 'still life' and her state of mind.
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