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4:20 evening

Please love me in completion
That you have seduced me
into the cuspuss of having
Only then to say that their are
Others
To claim it's natural to be mean
and uncaring, sorts the very dignity
Of Savant people
The ruins of your past relationships 
are uncovered
Revealing the architecture of our
demise
Speak me as yours to restore the
decency of saved and never-savaged
Peoples
A nurtured land to bare the fruits
Of our labor
That our togetherness is neither in vain
or unwanted
To each ends and in full supply might

From Phat or Fat 
Tricking a man to
Marry
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we be together
To devalue the terms of being used
and neglected
That we as one might never see suffering
as a means of punishing ones
Preferences and misgivings
Oh love perfectioned in trust
Speak me as yours
Might I sort the fruited plains
For our wines

TO THE VINING CHILDREN, VIBING

TO THE VINING CHILDREN…VIBING…
(Apropos Of A Scriptural Inspiration) 

Let us be as the Vines
Of The Gardener;
Let us who have been pruned
With love and awareness,
Have branches sharing fruits
Of Truth, Peace, and Love:-
Indeed, may our branches
Never ever be void
Of His divine wisdom’s guidance;
For we are poets of the tree of life:
Rooted, trunked, branched, leaved,
And fruited with the liberated word:-

As chosen vines of His love,
Let us continue vibing,
Fruiting awareness, inspiration,
Guidance, peace, and love,
Through the seeds germinating
In the creative fertile soil
Of our gardening poetic mind;
And its onederful oneness, 
In its onement of labors of love;
In our blessed poetic gardening
Of divine liberating inspiration.

Monbazillac

Let yourself be tempted,
You who have sorrow,
You who sings out of tune,
Let yourself be tempted
You who sleep so badly,
Among the ghosts,
Let yourself be tempted
By my Monbazillac,

Let yourself be tempted
By the sweet taste,
By the soft color,
Let yourself be tempted
By the subtle intoxication,
By the proud grape variety,
Let yourself be tempted
By the Monbazillac,

Let yourself be tempted,
If love disappointed you,
Let yourself be tempted
If a few kisses
Don’t console yourself,
If your friends lie to you
Let yourself be tempted
By this Monbazillac.


NB This is a wine with fruited taste

A Star Is Born

A novice sorts out centerstage
then gaze at the spotlight above,
and celebrate the art thereof
that host town folks from Shakespeare days,
they swam her brain like surfing waves,
she's adrift in her dreams of love,
until her name is heard ... whereof,
fruited skills, a future is saved.

She dons a stunning crimson dress,
prance Solitaire to Karen's tune,
walking under a Broadway light,
stands by the Grand Hall with the press,
glamour beneath a brightened moon,
her award gleamed in the limelight.

HAILING MARY

HAILING MARY                     
(A Haiku Quintet)

Gardening Mary...
Her fruit of love blossoming...
The Christ child is born...  

Her Rose of Love, born:
Crucified stem…petals of resurrection;
Gracefully scenting:-

Gardener’s womb flows…
Her ripe fruit of love is here…
Let’s cistern it’s fruit…

It is harvest time!
The son of God has arrived;
Mary’s star shining…

Hale Mother Mary!
Fruited womb releasing grace—
Glory be to Christ!

The Jimply

"Walk!", cried the jimply from his perch
above the fruited plain.
With fiery lanterns they did search
o'er the vast terrain.

They trudged all day and trudged all night
until each got a small blister.
Oh, how I recoil at their woeful plight - 
I'll tell you that much mister.

The jimply's demand was nothing short of 
"Find my whatchamacallit!",
though most secretly prayed to the lord above
that they would find his wallet.

They slogged till the eyes in their heads
turned from green to red,
bleeding like cats and dogs they did,
like streams of fish, they bled.

'Til the smallest said aloud, "oh great jimply of renown,
you strike me as absurd.
You are not an adverb, nor are you no noun.
I don't think you are a word."

My Little Eden

My little Eden -- 
before the fall

a screened porch
in the shade of
an ancient
overarching
fig tree

small wonder
Adam and Eve
needed only one each
to hide their new
nakedness -- 

chicks in their spring nests
chirping away, feeling nurtured
and protected

oblivious to the serpent
apples not his only ripe
fooled by his appealing strutting
fruited limbs and tasty appearance,

Lucifer, the cat, a black joke of
mine, stirs in my lap only slightly -- 
he is asleep for full – while I, a rival
fig picker, finish my second cup of
coffee…

my Eden has a thousand garden poems
and their seasons, come and gone,
one would think both heaven and hell
satiated by now

the many morbid failures and bright
triumphs~ despite the thick foliage
I try to write of dappling sunlight, dabbing 
word-glistens, here and there, on my crinkly old 
face

unkempt growth bleached but yet hopeful

Ethereal Lanterns

The ethereal lantern carries a flame
   lit by the soul
that shines a glorious glow of spirituality
   upon our lifeforce
with visions of serene beauty
painted from the palette of unknown color
whose stream of luminosity guides us 
   on the lighted path
beyond the invisible realm
to be a harvester of honey-scented essence
plucked from the fruited tree of life
whose roots radiate deep within
where it seeks to find paradise
an endless fountain of understanding

Soft Murmurings

Like an avian roosting when his cawing has spilled,
I mourn in grief as this shadowed night grows cold
Crushed and grieving from promises unfulfilled
Sorrow burgeons my heart, in bitterness enfold
like unspun wool on a distaff or a poem not quilled

I am overwhelmed with fear; somberly weeping
beneath my rowan tree. In dour thoughts, I dwell
Wisps of silver moonlight cross the sky, sweeping,
signaling hope in darkness, as if it were a death knell
In my den, I feel protected; sanctuary of safe-keeping

My troubled eyes are in search of benevolence anew
For faith and courage instead of such dismal dread
How I long to take flight, trading grey skies for blue
to locate a paradise where happiness can be spread
sharing a drink of wassail; fruited ale of sweet brew

I shall swiftly soar among shining stars at great height
Fluttering my wings on journeyed path of poetic volition
Never again to be lost and alone on any mawkish night
No shadows holding me in their melancholy perdition
for I've learned how to ignite flames of lambent light

The Poetry of One So Dear

The poetry of one so dear
Is poignant to the soul
The images of love appear
To dissipate the toll

Our minds are called to witness
What are hearts cannot deny
The future of our fitness
To be fearless when we die

The pail of our emptiness
Reflects a bitter pall
The sail of our restlessness
Before a summer squall

The antidote of selfishness
Is doting on the do
The coating of our joyfulness
Includes our neighbor too

The promises that we pursue
Along the fruited plain
Demand a part of what we do
To finalize the gain

The better part of what survives
And what we hope to be
Is how we learn to live our lives
By loving selflessly.

Words

Quote By Poet "Are you drowning in a pool of letters?
Keep swimming and the words will come."

Words can be happy or sad
made from letters a poet will add.
A writer may use a large notepad,
writing ideas that make them glad.
A poet may want to sit by a pretty lily pad,
then write about their mom and dad.
As they write the letters and words will come,
maybe from the beating of the steel drum.
Can you hear the great hum,
while chewing fruited gum.

For This Our Love

For this our love is not displaced when reaching for the stars
The gratitude that we misplaced by killing one of ours
The greater good is living well when providence is near
The keeper of our destiny is holding up the rear

The hope of all humanity is not a bigger fight
But how we lose our vanity by doing what is right
The miracle of peace on earth is not a vain pursuit
The promise of our victory is finally taking root

The world is lost to what is bossed and what is left to gain
But freedom’s flag is still unfurled along the fruited plain
The children of a noble birth are not inclined to war
For greatness is the common good of those who died before

The future is our joyfulness when we are free from hate
For enmity is not the spring that passes for a gate
The way to love our fellow man is not to die in war
But how we live in happiness to make our blessings sure

The poor and meek are with us still to occupy our fight
And justice is the way we live to bless our dreams at night
Oh dearly, dearly, He has loved to prove a Savior’s birth
The visage of a single star for every soul on earth.

Carnivals and Carousels

Whistles, bells, and wonderous sights,
Brilliant kaleidoscopic lights.
The pageantry always sells,
Bright Carnivals and Carousels.

Parents watch their children ride,
Reminds them of the child inside.
Round and round and round they go,
The Tilt-A-Whirl completes the show.

In a seat made just for two,
The Ferris Wheel's amazing view.
Sweethearts in a state of bliss,
Sharing a romantic kiss.

Toddlers with their legs so bandy,
Stuck on sticky cotton candy.
Funnel cakes to fill the belly,
Doughnuts stuffed with fruited jelly.

The challenge after many tries,
Perchance to win a fluffy prize.
Smiles, shouts, and all the laughter,
Crowds always get just what they're after.

As the night begins to wane,
All movement like a weathervane.
Tomorrow when the day begins,
The Carnival begins again.

Narrative Energies Love Brown Grounds Mating

Narrative Energies Love Brown Grounds Mating

I lay atop of the earth interment pleasuries;
Beautiful the fruited mounds on her;
Golden tanned brown coverings, energies 
Valley’s deep core holds the seeds bore;

Nourish the crevice that holds the trees;
Inserted seeds grow out of the terrain, now full grown trees;
I’ve laid on top of the barren grounds;
I’ve sown the seeds

While in the valley of the new birth;
Now the once barren grounds grown out of me;
For not valid reason but Love from God whom I trust;
From the browned grounds God’s tapestry;

Narrative Energies Love Brown Grounds Mating

Browns, hair colored greens, Browns;
Textured sweet smelling’s grounds;
Narrative Energies Love Brown Grounds Mating


5/08/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

The Bountiful Land

"Oh beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain."

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Tales from ancestral lore decree
How journeys prompt discovery.
Evolving visions, sacred themes,

Beckoned onward those hopes and dreams:
One land became that promised place
Undaunted seekers could embrace -
No plight would prove too burdensome
That might deny wayfarers from
Immigrating to obtain
Freedoms that they could thus sustain.
Unbowed by struggles they would face
Long suffered souls these tests embraced;

Long wandered wards from tumults fought
Advancing quests for futures sought.
Now, praise their spirit rightly famed -
Defend those rights so nobly gained.

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