How wakes the Dream
When the dawn breaks?
The distant crow,
The vestige o’ertakes;
Fields of green and fertile row—
The sounds of the city o’erthro’
The Dream flitters toward the window
Dissolving in sparkles of light,
Round the curtain’s glow.
What the day portends, we should not know,
We make brave ourselves and off we go.
To fight the fight, to sleep another night,
And dream a Dream of soft glowing sunlight,
The field we tend of our own will, and might
And the quaint little home and puffing chimney white.
Be still Dream and let me hold thee,
And behold a life that was meant for me,
For when I wake thou shalt flutter away
Midst the noises of another moiling day.
Oh I do love the Superb Blue Wren
And thrill to see it now and then
When riding on the bicycle path
It’s fairylike antics make me laugh.
With feathers of electric blue
And little chirps clear and true
He flitters lightly upon the breeze
And puts my troubled mind at ease.
Does he know or even care
About my ever-loving stare
As he gathers his little harem
And I ride off harum-scarum.
But I give thanks that God made thee
As you perch quite close to me
And I hear your birdy laughter
May you live forever after.
Tech Rex big hitters
Respect what glitters
Our new babysitters
Not Grandma knitters
X cortex hex twitters
Hate mission transmitters
Gaza or Persian fritters
Emission spate emitters
Vile bile style spitters
Culture war splitters
Astringent mocktail bitters
Seedier leader flitters
Don't get the jitters
Don't be permitters
The media embitters
Don't become quitters
Need pinch hitters
This lot are critters
What's in cats' litters
All just bullshi**ers
As we soak the hues of the chromatic sky,
you become the patina of the dainty dawn.
Even in twilight the golden day doesn’t fade,
for in my horizon you’re the sun that never sets.
While the autumn flowers wither in my garden,
I see in you they blossom in everlasting spring.
My yearning flitters like a beguiled butterfly
around your floral charisma that never wanes.
The emotive designer of my dormant dreams,
suffuses the deep sense of passionate feeling.
Swathed by the aura of your enthralling charm,
my mind perceives the epitome of ecstasy.
I sense the sequins of the silver dust,
sprinkled by the mesmeric moonbeam,
ripple within my marooned mind as it floats
on the amorous rhythm of longing.
In the ether of your fervent firmament
I then soar on the lilted wings of lyrical zephyr.
As the melody of love entrances me,
my heart turns for you into, perhaps, a poem.
"As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true"
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Defoliated trees bloom with emerald life after their verdant resurrection
in the fervent flow of zephyr with floral fragrance she finds her direction
The floral canvas absorbs sequins of sunburst colors in mesmeric meadow
where she flitters allured to the aromatic arena of the springtime show
As a winged flower she drifts in the wind, whispering the tune of luring aria
in the drizzle of delightful shower with the cadence of the dulcet ballerina
Life breaks in the wake of hard domino effect while in debris my dreams lie
her dancing rhythm ripples rapture in me as I fly on the wings of the butterfly
My, how wamburdsly vett skitterelees
yammer in modduskwom, sutty slivers,
every pop muddleskiddly of red-orange,
in zakrum, zezzledop, vixaddamoth blur!
To see maxfluppinnes' purpled zizum,
at tillaradoom jazzowdline's tyll sass;
in pithy, murldizzily, gibborton ullius,
of dizzledop, rose, klixmuth contrast!
Exotion blue, wivern tuqlore so green,
and aximinuthy, of gold deemeried yox;
in burgundy-brown, tardily gimmixles,
and darkly, zimmery, villy moon shocks.
My, the wimpledug, lulliate, sable sith,
the gimminy, pinkly zappers of swiftly.
'Midst tealish, flimmering, lilac flitters;
smoking, floxam, hegemsity-a mystery!
A bud blossoms beauty in the prime of spring,
sways as a beguiled ballerina in the amorous air,
enchanted in the middle of the night when the moon sings
for the flower to swing in its refrain with luring flair.
I see in the blooming patina the glimmer of godly grace,
as with boundless joy the butterflies dance.
When the flower folds the pristine petals in midnight hour,
the bunch of butterflies making lilting aerial lattice,
entwined with the sailing sequins of the sonorous moon dust,
flitters in its cadence searching for the floral fragrance.
I see heavenly beauty in the scene sublime,
as with everlasting exuberance the butterflies dance.
When the rippling wind sings the moonshine melody,
sparkling lines of sliver lace dulcet design in drifting cloud,
reflected subtly in the mesmeric motif of the butterfly wings,
fluttering in the tempting tune of the mystique moon song.
I see in the midnight hour the image of bliss in the divine glow,
as with rapturous rhythm the butterflies dance.
My tendrils pierce the dark dank earth
Looking for a place to bloom
"Come here, youll love it" croons a voice
"No, here, it's a great field" wafts another
Birds chirp overhead intelligibly
Patches of light filter through the topsoil
Praire dogs speak of a new life
A new home if I wish
I want a nourishing field, and know what it looks like
But not what the surface looks like
Smells of dirt, flitters of light
Offer tantalizing hints
The voices try to guide, but are trapped in themselves
As am I
I gather my breath and all that I have
and pierce
Written: August 25, 2023
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Midnight's Ink unveils,
Loneliness penned in moonlight~
Silent confidant.
Revealing secrets,
Ink bleeds, bares my deepest thoughts~
Moon, my only friend.
Midnight's sparkling dance
Moon glimmers, sea shimmers bright~
Wave flitters, night glitters
Whirling in a haze,
Woozy daze dizzy muzzle~
Life's wild, tangled maze
Written: August 2023
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Midnight's Ink reveal
seclusion penned in moonlight~
noiseless confidant
Revealing secrets,
Ink bleeds, bares my inmost thoughts~
Moon, my only friend
Midnight's dazzling groove
Moon flickers sea twinkles bright~
Wave flitters, night gleams
Moon glimmers
Sea shimmers
Wave flitters
Night glitters
lament beautiful
multicolored butterfly
flitters through the sky
~
bright florentine soul
flying up toward God home
in spaces skies blue
~
lament beautiful
multicolored butterfly
flitters through the sky
5/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Kamara’s a chameleon
At full, wan face beams halcyon
Morphing ocean’s jet to silver
Aquatic waves in praise, glitter ~
Kamara is night’s magician
A sliver scooping attention
Reaching forth, makes ocean shiver
Adoring waves in foam, fritter ~
Kamara’s a swirling dancer
A sky quarter-turning prancer
Magic skirt lifts ocean’s quiver
Ardent waves raise starry flitters ~
Kamara’s seawater’s lover
A ghost yearning liquid’s cover,
rills as an argent river
Aquatic waves in praise, glitter ~
(9/7/2022)
praying for inspiration
grandpa comes through
reminds him of the good old days
when you just played for fun
praying for inspiration
grandma tiptoes past
recognizing her husband
in her favorite grandson
praying for inspiration
his girlfriend understands
does not bother him
begins cooking with grandma
praying for inspiration
Jesus gives him a nod
You are one of my chosen
Go for it! He tells him
praying for inspiration
his muse flitters past
he reaches out and grabs her
she shrieks with delight
praying for inspiration
works every time
he writes another best-selling song
wins a Grammy, and has his spirit guides to thank.
The charisma of the blooming flower,
lies encased in the core of unfurling buds,
the sweet scent of the spring’s rippling air,
flitters on the wings of beguiling butterflies.
These are my sensual metaphors
of your eternal beauty, women.
Nothing lies between charming Eve and you,
when I look at you my vision is suffused
with enthralling rainbow’s delightful hue,
flashing on rain-drenched face of demure sky.
These are my sensual metaphors
of your eternal beauty, women.
The beauty of magnificent living sculpture,
created by the omnipotent supreme designer,
kindles glimmer of love in the allured hearts,
twinkling like crystal stars in the bejeweled sky.
These are my sensual metaphors
of your eternal beauty, women.
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March 28, 2022
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