The top flakes stay crispy,
But the bottom flakes get soggy;
Eat the bottom flakes first!
.
particle by frozen
particle
land'n top mine all
feets
shoulderz
dome (well i got's thuh cap on)
crystals from thuh
firmament
Yahweh me
Loves
and you
and you
and you and you and you
((and y'all))
Falling, soft as hope
Whispers of light, calming souls
Clean morning, so still
I drape your darkened night in sheets of white,
Making you shiver under my dense flakes;
To hide your blighted roots from mortal sight,
I pour my drifting crystals in your lakes—
Your whispered warmth in return is all it takes.
The wind I fashion blows with silent chill;
I bury all your tender skin in wool.
Your fun, I shift beside the fireside’s thrill—
Warm drinks I set by your warm hands to pull,
Though I creep cold-footed, still my smile is full.
I hide the tilling of your soil beneath coldness,
And blight in the seeds of your barn I heal,
So that your planting season stands clothed in boldness—
A whispered promise I set beneath your heel,
While from the sky thick drifting flakes I steal.
My mission finished, then I give you way,
For grace in me to meet the gentle sun,
Who dries the sweat concealed in warmer day
And widens paths for open-fielded fun—
But not until my quiet work is done.
Flakes of love fall from above
They grace the land white as a dove
They dance and swirl as if at play
They truly make it a beautiful day
soft patter of flakes
drizzling frost on bare branches ~
young buttercups peep
snow flakes shroud the ground
rose stalks and leaves shrivelled brown~
life sneaks below snow.
If I had the power, I would gather flakes of pure light from the dawn,
I would weave wings from the whispers of stars, to lift you among endless galaxies,
To float on the ocean of the sky, where desires take the shape of dreams,
For you are a hidden angel, sculpted from lines of poetry and eternal mystery.
The wings would be crafted from threads of gold and silver, woven by the night wind,
To reveal to the world the mystery I have always carried in my heart,
In my eyes, you have always been a star dancing on the edge of universes,
A dream born from the silent song of constellations of hope.
In every beat of your wings, you bring echoes of magic and eternities,
A spirit embracing infinity, leaving behind pure love,
When you fly, time stops, and the sky becomes an ocean of light,
And the whole world sees how your wings open doors to dreams.
You are a symbol of hope, a beacon in the night of the lost,
And in your flight, we all carry the desire to reach infinity,
Through you flows the magic that transforms shadows into golden rays,
A dream that will not end, a story written on the canvas of eternity.
You know her
You feel she mingles in your reason in rhythm
Not with your possible pain of angina in arrhythmia
She is a calm serenity prayer
that knows your tear and that needs to run down on your smile lines
she is a kitchen cookie baking sheet
tracing paper cyan heed
never a plotter, never a san Juan never a San Francisco
But she is there too, with things on the verge of unsayable , she is there, too!
not to announce i am possible
but to possibly remind
even an ounce meant!
Rockefeller center and Rockford too
hit hard rock bottom with your pain
with all her pensive boon!
the 'MOTHER'S DAY' Poetry Contest entry
spring snowflakes falling
reviving the barren ground ~
grass sprigs awakened
frozen a trickling
a speck of crystal snowy
dew processed snow spot
~
floating down on my...
head a harden rain drop falls
drops in awe crystal
~
dew processed snow spot
speck of crystal snowy
froze a trickling
2/19/2025
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
When
sleeping
the snow came
flying, swirling,
big white flakes falling
floating down silently
to lay in deep depths to drift.
In the morning it is dazzling,
look at the scenes, oh, look at the scenes,
and hear the winter birds chirping, tweeting.
Sucking on the light, midmorning
Frost clings to the window’s pane, twisted
Praise, adorning the silence – winds
Heavy as the slow rhythm, heartbeats
Rising from the daily chores, stirring awake
The little morsels of bitterness, ice
Welded to the glass in misty stories
Poetic tributes to the winter’s twilight
Signing the moments with a signature
Hopeful and knowing that snowflakes
Pour out the presence of a star flooded night
While the lavender skies, merged with sapphire
Beats, echoing grief sown into the shadows
Revealing what it means to listen to the peaks
Chorus a slushy path through the darkness
Mountains aching to breath, sighing
Like her destiny is more than just dreams
A winter’s melody, in bleached out drifts
Alive and touched by the peace, echoing
Across the snowy ridges, winter’s grieving
While powdered flakes gently spill from heaven
Like embroidery of gold tassels kissing buds
And hawthorns ,the frost twinkles and drifts
Into winter’s beautifully formed marquee,
tangy the vapor of her skin
wafting into nightfall’s’ interlude.
Enthralled, I shudder at the rhythm
Of her dance : icicles flitting in liquid
Crystal taps on silver alleys... a movement
glossed by the spades of eve’s lanterns:
She is a mystery, a prayer, a holy angel
That lays her sparkling white gown
On pearlized brocade sewn into fabric of snow…
A winter’s luminescence casting an alchemy
That my own fingers, in a pirouette,
unfurl then coil into a solstice's hymn...
The ivory spray of moonlit beads, swaying
‘Glory be, Oh glory be.”
Ivory flakes falling down from heaven above,
Frozen tears of the angels coming to earth to touch
Those below with hope and love.
Not to bring sadness or suffering,
But to be the answers we seek
And the promise of fulfilling our hopes and dreams
Cascading down from heaven above gently touching each
One of us with faith, hope, and love.
It proves to all the ivory flakes from above ,
Are His promise He is listening and He sends down His everlasting love
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