To be the warm and cool it
My vein is an empty place
Come to me and visit the
Floodplain of the gifted -
The biome of the tender heart
Be the flagship near my crater
Face. Crater me kind to find
The comfort under my skin
And vein, empty on the name
Of love, God gifted and high
As heaven, I impeach you -
The talented fox hunter
The gifted frog butcher
You the one I love and care
For - who stole my respect
Before I could even give it
Categories:
floodplain, cry, emo, feelings, giving,
Form: Free verse
Like a current volt ride a long in a linear plane
I'm in a encase vessel in Him
a traveling body of water surfacing traveling spiraling Collective waves above and below the floodplain
In between the cracks of the terraining
Wind down withered parts loathing loathing ever rolling Across the hills and flats and grasslands
Through the creeks in the valleys winding to and froing
Young waters flow like a liken
a treebranch seldom bends or brakes
Spiraling cross the dirt and sands stream
Waters run horizontal weaving and cleaving
On course dry lands part waters I am traveling
But first I am energy band, birth from the heavens
Like a current volt ride a long in a linear plane
I'm in a encase vessel in Him
a traveling body of water surfacing traveling spiraling Collective waves above and below the floodplain
In between the cracks of the terraining
Energized ENERGY FLOW LIKE A RIVER
12/24/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Categories:
floodplain, allusion, analogy, beautiful, creation,
Form: Rhyme
since i fell through a glass pane
the neighbors have not seen rain
and since we dont go out
due to the recent drought
i'm hero of the floodplain.
Categories:
floodplain, appreciation, community, environment, funny,
Form: Limerick
The Earth is my Grandmother
caring and gentle, whispering
to me upon her breezes to nurture,
replant, enjoy the world. She
call to me in the echoes of the
mountains to remember, to relax,
to keep the world a better place.
The Moon is my Grandfather
rock hard and silent, watching
me, instructing me on how not
to turn Grandmother into a
barren wasteland. He is bitter
and yells form the skies raining
dust and debris, turning this
world into a bitter place.
I am the dam, keeping myself
from turning a gentle, flowing
world into a barren floodplain.
I honor my Grandmother and use
only what I need. I fear my
Grandfather and the destruction
I can cause. I am the dam,
steady, looking out for both sides.
Categories:
floodplain, analogy, appreciation, nature,
Form: Free verse
Slaves of wages for generations
long forgotten in history’s screenplay.
Each hand for a moment has held
the torch.
The people are waiting in lines.
All toilers have resisted.
All skins have felt the blaze of blood.
The people are waiting in lines.
While trash still clutters the streets,
while starving stomachs
roam like rabid dogs.
The people are waiting in lines.
Our tears have been cleaved
and parceled,
sold like floodplain to the blind
by corporate politicians,
while the people are waiting in lines.
We are lured to live among the cushions,
to rest here where the river rises.
No markets can be called free
while hosting inequality.
The people are waiting in lines.
We medicate to escape,
numbing to the barbarization.
No economy can be called just
without democracy.
The people are waiting in lines.
We shall watch for clues.
We will know the signs.
Every torch shall rise.
The people are waiting in lines.
Published: Dissident Voice, August 2, 2020
Categories:
floodplain, america, class, poverty, rights,
Form: Political Verse
It's time to divide.
Please manage yours.
I'll do mine.
We'll fight together.
You're the lake,
the bay and the floodplain.
I am the current.
I don't need the Spanish-given.
My ancestors are sailors
And yours too.
Neither a bandit nor a pirate.
But the "resistants" to colonialists.
Please start yours.
I did mine.
Our rope is Islam.
And blessing is Nabi Muhammad.
For God's sake.
Please, do it.
Listen to the people.
To the voiceless!
Categories:
floodplain, allah, art, best friend,
Form: Free verse
The storm raged in fury all night
in morning's light the damage plain
the havoc greets our eye sight
Houses knocked down by its might
ruins scattered on floodplain
the storm raged in fury all night
Trees uprooted some taken flight
strewn like firewood behind remain
the havoc greets our eye sight
Just like lovers full of contrite
they are parting bringing them pain
the storm raged in fury all night
Breaking their hearts in the daylight
their home in ruins drove them insane
the havoc greets our eye sight
Nowhere to live, lost their birthright
their home, their castle, their domain
The storm raged in fury all night
the havoc greets our eye sight
Categories:
floodplain, storm, weather,
Form: Villanelle
all is not lost, just moods to be crossed,
recent past life, so tantalysing,
no point in starting, lukewarm tossed,
possible partener's, close to dying,
my health so perfect, is the cost,
frustration underlying,
my special one, to me is lost,
out of time, so mystifying,
so onward staggers the albatross,
in search of calmer seas,
the blue domain,
the sea of pain,
lonesome is the blue floodplain,
sunset serenity...
thanks Lizzie
Don
Categories:
floodplain, adventure, blue,
Form: Rhyme