At midnight black light rules
Seems as though daylight woes
Eliminator sprites
lighted
Seems as though daylight woes
Blackness stilled
lighted
Motions stalled can't see to walk
Blackness stilled
Eliminator sprites
Motion stalled
Can't see to walk
At midnight black light rules
1/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Categories:
eliminator, absence, day, imagery, light,
Form: Pantoum
Seeking out the sanctuaries
till jaggedness wears; blunt
only tumbles harder, to boo
nightmarish: it knocks keen
etching, grooves which rake…
Fleeing sleep, a roused huff
real, wheels in its silent war;
engages a caged subterfuge:
Eloquent is a pebbled stone!
(8/15/2020: Inspira: Sanctuary contest & ‘04 Eliminator 30 Daytona, Davis)
Stone Free Footnotes:
Should I heed the unconscious, or toss?
Throw it back to its recess of non-exist
Obscure it and blank out an angry emo
Not turned, the stone sinks in a cavern
Eventually it buries so deep and I, free…
Free…; till a flooding dream flashes grief
Released, it streams in polish, smoother
Eely slippery it slithers easily to the fore
Emerging, it shines in its dark: do I flee?
Categories:
eliminator, art,
Form: Free verse
Mind meanders the off-beat, sultry stream
In his irises beam dreamy-colored confetti
Satin seeds spark growing sensorial needs
Smiling silken caresses of petal-rich kisses
Breezy boldness makes a bloom succumb
Enamored by airiness, to nod and swerve
Heaven’s clouds swept along in hilly mirth
Aquamarine shines all ‘round a lily, Canna
Vivacious freckles flame red in heated rev
Immersed in a cool wind’s lips laying a lei
Naked 'n soft, upon a throbbing neck vein…
(8/13/2020: Eliminator Eagle)
Categories:
eliminator, allusion,
Form: Acrostic
She'd gifted me her plants,
as she moved to an apartment,
with no available garden space.
When she called, we talked flowers.
I took photos to prove
her green thumb prevailed.
I worked in my garden today.
So hot, sweat ran in rivulets
down my neck, between my breasts.
Wasps harassed, threatened,
then vanished one second after
the eliminator can was in my hand.
Clothes plastered as a second skin,
became wet, heavy dirt magnets.
Mulch climbed up my nose, blew into my eyes.
A sudden breeze feathered my cheek.
A Phoebe's repeated call tickled my ears,
A blood-red lily bobbed in joyful gratitude.
The orange ones she had given me,
smooth and bright as satin -
I cut, arranged in a white vase,
and took to Mother's bedside.
Her last words, soft, full of wonder,
"Those orange lilies - so beautiful."
Categories:
eliminator, death, flower, mother,
Form: Free verse
This has to be one of the most common queries:
Why does food that tastes good have too many calories?
Just about anything that has a pleasant taste
adds additional centimeters to my waist.
No matter what the time of the hour,
I become a victim of diminished willpower.
Before I know it, I am opening my refrigerator.
I look for any kind of hunger eliminator.
Have you ever seen them throw trash into an incinerator?
I consume many more calories than I can burn.
This appears to be a lesson I am too incorrigible to learn.
Inspired by another members poem.
Categories:
eliminator, food, recovery from, strength,
Form: Rhyme