That day the sun hid its face, too ashamed
to be outshone by the light in your eyes,
the moon and stars were waiting to exhale
the magical mayhem of our romance,
defying ocean’s endless restless tides
and time’s defenseless vulgar mortal jail.
Bright sparks the beat of your enduring heart,
bright sparks mine to answer in the travail
of such joy as life stingily provides~
love is as precious as the finest art
and is the sweetest gale.
A whittle of doubt
Pushes rain off the playground -
Gale wins the shuffle.
We went for a walk, one windy day,
through the woods, and along the way,
she said to me, "If you please,
let's sit a while, it would make me smile,
beneath these shady willow trees."
Yet, as just then, a gale-like gust blew by,
in apprehension, I asked her, "Why?"
And with a flirt, a lift of skirt,
the lady promptly did reply,
"On my first date, not to prevaricate
or equivocate, I don't osculate.
It's not the wind beneath my wings,
or a draught up the shaft I love,
but the breeze between my knees."
Skies of gray
Skies of gloom
Storm clouds say
Bringing doom
Dark steel day
Blustering winds
Turmoil cloud
Sleeting sends
Hail stones loud
Dark steel day
Storm surrounds
Gale force wind
Beating down
Without end
Dark steel day
Icy air
Breath of steam
No despair
Just winter’s dream
Dark steel day
Storms they rise
Then they go
No surprise
If you know
Dark steel day
Dark steel days ahead and behind
Dark steel days on my mind
Dark steel days good and bad
Dark steel days we’ve all had
Dark steel day!
Winds begin to howl,
Ocean's breath a churning threat,
Boats seek sheltered bays.
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over dill
over gale
as I knit the rusty nail
and the jay nons keep crowing along….
something seems off, but I have no idea what
in a way, it sounds delightfully familiar
The ocean whispers in her gale,
Calling me to her gentle caress,
Blowing wind in my sails,
Washing away my pain and stress.
She speaks softly in my ear,
Of adventure and peace,
Her words remove my fear,
Her tides bring me release.
Battered winds surrounds me so
Engulfing intertwining
Capitalizing on the…
Atmospheric pressures gales
5/10/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Whisperer of the ancient tales,
Breath of the Earth that gales.
Daylight's gentle breeze,
And dark night's howling trees.
Bearer of seeds and carrier of scents,
Sculptor of dunes and herald of storms.
Invisible traveller and caressing lover,
Tender murmurer and refreshing cooler.
The wind, an unseen wanderer,
A blind, playful squanderer.
It sweeps the Earth with gentle fingers,
In every nook, its demeanor lingers.
When the storms come raging, a Tug Of War of Winds
Pressed into the Abyss with a Broken Ship,
Against the Tide where The Gale Force Rips
Mapless you sail Adrift,
Tossed about by the Currents Of Life
And Still, The Thunder Rumbles In Spite
When Clouds turn Black as Sackcloth, So Far from Shore
And Nothing is certain but that your on your own,
Where Lightning Strikes in a Firestorm
And Colossal Swells Rise Forth,
Have Faith, You Reap What You Sow
Navigate, You are the Captain, Take Full Control
Three cocktail sausages jumped out of a tin
Off they went in a Ferrari for a spin
The weather was perfect, the ride a breeze
Everything was going well, until one sausage began to sneeze
Sweat dripped down the sausage's skin
It fell out of the racing car and wished it were back in the tin
The big wheels of a jeep almost crushed it but the wind blew it away
And nobody ever found it until today
Snowy week whitening the slalom slope
Keenly waited for the sleek ski to grope
Inspired by maddening sense of sliding speed
I raced, found my frosted feet suddenly freed
Nailed in snow they couldn’t track the ski’s trail
Gone soaring with the glacial gale into the dale.
______________
January 21, 2023
Contest : Skiing
Sponsored by : Julia Ward
On the first day of Christmas
I litted a red candle for one
On the second day...
A white candle for him
On the third day...
A pink candle for her
In the succeeding days
I litted a candle for souls of the old days.
For twelve days I litted a candle
Twelve days I prayed
Twelve days all my candles stayed
Twelve graves I prayed for and stayed.
With your strong winds
Me and the twelve candles I litted
Gale you... you blew away!
"Don't stop praying and caring!
In time, prayers will all be answered...
in caring."
(Prosebite)
The ocean rolled with white caps
Rising and falling in scattered
Wind blown sprays,
Waves breaking viciously
Upon shoreline rocks,
Jutting wharves,
Tied up little fisher boats.
Sea gulls overhead, as if angry
At the ferocity of today’s ocean
Whipped up by this autumn gale,
Shrieked in flight
As thunders roared
And
I enjoyed it all.
A W.C.Hull Poem © 2000-2022-017 (A)
To fail is to hit the bottom scale,
Demonstrably show you could derail,
To shamelessly lose your trail
And go ahead to simply wail
And at cheating sky rail
Like one refused a bail:
To tears receive, even tears hail,
Keeping a face awfully pale,
No correspondence no mail;
Your image for helpless sale…
For the failed Male, no female
From the female bared a male…
For one’s crucifixion, concrete nail,
The wind to blow one off, A Gale!
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