The sky wears a peachy shawl
Gentle ushering in the dawn
There is a promised gleam of light
Into this new day both joy and sadness will come
Chirping birds entertain with their melody
Leaving a song in the heart
Bring in new ideas to rearrange the status quo
Infinite possibilities lie ahead
Favoring those who will seize the day
When some Birds-of-Paradise sit to dine,
they may eat a fruit like a clementine.
Others prefer an insect to a plant,
favoring a futilely praying mantis.
The round hole rolls on
Cursed by its inability
To accept the square peg
Perhaps it was fear of corners
For he had visited a square hole
And was mocked for his lack of angles
He learned later that the circle is complete
Fully accepting of all angles
Without favoring any
However, he is still unsure
Which slot Tab A should be inserted into
A stretched gloaming tethers creation in a
daystar's wake ... askew parts The Old Guitarist
ebbing lambent stars strung to a yarn of spring ...
'Tis the volley of calendrical crasis
poised to a youthful Einstein that subtracts from
the sum and substance whence summer makes a splash ...
The advent of an enchanting star dulls a
chant that the Khanate only stains upon its
Golden Horde smolders beneath befriending clouds ...
A whiff that slights Aurelius' bearings yet
still trifles a chalk absence to the presence
of cheese that embellishes the languid tracing ...
The shallow space of bards decreed a crowning
flock of teary favoring san tissues of
lissome verdancy choral ode vibrant charms ...
Worshipped effervescent microscopic dew
bringing into being just one bell prayers
bearing fruits of promise in globule water ...
Petrichor emanates to a hoverance
wisp claim as wandering brevity stands still
amidst a sonder of souls ventured threshold ...
Gold beams glimpsed a bevy coup of a vast crest
as the dripping stalled in evaporating
stares chase a clinked rainbow flaunts with ... creation.
No coincidence
that I have at the least
two of most everything
for navigation
generally favoring
one side over another
though mostly straddling
the lines between – the tight
I walk...life’s many journeys
of balance --
Balance, is Free Will on shaky
display – what man does to avoid
both the Devil and God
small, under developed
hands, attempting to juggle
infinite worlds and stars….
Fresh made sushi -rocks!
seasoned fries and cheeseburgers
morning coffee with cream
#1: A Day Begins
Sand grains station elevated for want
in the cool starless relics spell of dark
a sun behold horizon that dews haunt
favoring a virgin's touch settled spark
illuminate sprawl hope echoes a night
prejudge ripens new to the golden day
freedom speculate oddly slept by light
as shadiness telltale spots dead astray
undulating surge flowing wetness stir
uneasy granules settle in hair strands
surf push nonsensical ashore transfer
waterline mind a sun aloof shift sands
a shoreline of lying seashells mumble
amidst the noisy sand castles crumble
He sees refs for you
you see refs favoring him
I just see bad calls
A faithful atmospheric worth of you,
equal in statuesque rainbow possess.
Grace a forest wake to rumored jewel,
long drawn-out winks ethereal blesses.
Favoring flowers blossoming parades,
a living garden hails its ambitions.
Hovers a bee stared yearning serenades,
nigh turnout unequal kinds, auditions.
Ode claims Rainbow Butterfly to whom shares
glory to its signature character,
beliefs prestige for reserving crosshairs.
Incepts moniker beings cofactor,
chicks or the eggs, and who'll take second best?
Rainbow suave sky soars the aliferous.
A condor in the window
Lilting to one side
Favoring the throat not yet marked.
Cain’s hand—colder
Than described.
A star on frosted glass.
There is light beneath the crystals
It powers the melting.
Oasis half-waded.
A waif to the roar of dusk
I open all the closed doors,
Remove the drafting animals.
It is a runway of cornflowers.
The condor’s tongue swells
Until it fills his jagged mouth.
Eye of a cauldron
Splashing in black mud
I begin the process of sinking.
Come evening I am shadows.
Come evening I am below it all.
Chosen,
decided on
Most appropriate-pick
downing in favoring of
I AM
9/20/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Cinquain Poetry type
A steady hand lifts the glass mug of the next regret.
He twirled me on the dance floor, left stained by blue collar shoeprints and leaky pints.
In the corner, the referee refuses to let there be a fair fight,
favoring the heavyweight champion of the pool table and
fatty knuckles sever the ego of a cheeky, toothy grin.
The coins jumping in his pocket show off their boogie moves,
and we dance, and dance and dance until the sun returns sanity to the humble joint.
At the dive bar on Westchester Street, the rules are blurred, and happiness is disguised.
If really getting high, is just your thing…..
Just get some white powder at the West Wing.
I mean, after all,why the heck not?
And one granddaughter of the POTUS may not come in?
Is disavowed his name as if she committed mortal sin.
At Christmas, when the White House is decorated,
Her presence as on ALL days is strictly forbidden.
But laws favoring Communist China will be written!
7/4/2023
Written: July 04, 2023
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A respected river, your holiness sublime.
Purifies within if we let your essence seep.
From the powerful mountains, you climb
Pious and deep, it cures thirst spirits, creep
We all joined in a loud wave of ovation.
Farmers and anglers exploit it commonly.
Before you slowly dyke into the ocean.
Your pristine oceans are just heavenly.
Favoring even those who have sinned.
I've begun to write a tale of keen people.
Your purity is lovely, a river so revered.
You arose from the depths of a steeple.
Quenching the thirst of souls, from the abyss.
Peasants and boatmen, united in bliss,
Your presence is a source of joy and peace.
As we gather along your banks, we find release.
But as you journey toward the endless sea,
Our hearts ache, as we agnize you must leave.
Yet your holiness remains, forever to foresee
Waters, so pure, cleanse our souls, we believe.
He was Brad Pitt handsome, and the girls were giddy about him.
Lived his days out on the range, favoring his horse and canteen.
Looked like a country western star, but never sang a tune.
Mysteriously quiet, did not use many words, worked hard.
Married a woman once upon a time who was as quiet as he.
Did not work out, for they had no common interests.
She wanted an in-house husband, he wanted a camp roll and stars.
Brad Pitt handsome, wasted on a horse. Sigh.
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