come by and have iced coffee the neighbor said
She had the table set in golds, silvers, green and red
there were frosted cookies that smelled like gingerbread
the iced coffee was presented in a flourish said Ed
We were iced-in during the winter of '26
Flortunately, it lasted for only one week.
Although the roadways were safe and nice,
We were surrounded with lots of ice.
8 days and nights of black-out
4 days and nights of endangered food
A new generator refused to generate.
An old generator held Faithful to the finish.
In a broad southern sweep, with no desire to please,, Febuary rushed in with a freeze.
Although underneath, the roots held tight,
Peach and plum trees, so laden and leaning
Low with ice, were a very pleasing sight to watch.
There were heighten fears of broken water lines
And the weight of ice broke many electric lines
But at no time did we feel a threat to our lives.
the rivers waters
now flowing midst the deep space
winter’s solace face
a barge far, below
now flowing midst the deep space
fisherman cuts ice
the fishes gauges
visuals of escape routes
fisherman cuts ice
02/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Situation climaxed for Pretti, bad
Worse day the poor guy ever had
Murdered in the street
ICE turned up the heat
Now America is Pretti got-damn mad
I don’t get it
The now of then
The how of why
The who of whom
Six kids one toilet
Last one in line
Squeeze tight the cheeks
Such drama, nobody speaks
Hands that tell lies
Search for brittle memories
Clutch at the past
As it fades away
Don’t like the cold
It pinches my cheeks
to make breath clouds
The bus is late
Have you ever had a Christmas Tea?
I used to say, "It's not for me"
'Til recently, I tried it, see
Turns out it's the best I've had
See, I never liked hot drinks at all
I much prefer cold, in the fall
I order iced, in sizes tall
But this one isn't bad
It smells like citrus in the house
While the radio plays Strauss
Nothing's moving, not a mouse
Eyes open, just a tad
The heat is so oppressive, I’m tempted to agree
Hell couldn’t be any hotter indeed, so I shall flee
To the arctic regions of my air-conditioned home
Becoming a sad recluse like a disconcerted gnome,
Thank goodness, I am a southerner of true gentility
Knowing the intrinsic value of homemade iced tea!
Written July 23, 2022
wintertime snowfalls
flakes ice falling a glacier
onto the frozen
1/21/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
There she stands in the wisps of the billowing snow, trying so hard to ward off the inevitable, blistering chill of the cold
She is undressed in all of her sorrow and her shame, frozen like a shard of glass waiting to thaw so that she can cascade down the pane
The icicles how they have encumbered into her porcelain skin, she can’t even shed a tear they are a wanted fantasy, a release that has went amiss
Her beautiful locks of hair they lie frozen in icicle strands, masking her beauty that has paralyzed her where she stands
She can’t move, she can’t open her luscious lips to speak, her eyes do all of the talking and the secrets those piercing eyes do keep
The lies, the betrayal, all of the pain that is held within her frozen heart, she is just anticipating the end when she will finally endure the shard
The piece that will bring this frozen misery to an end, so that she can sleep in peace and dream of what once was but will never be again.
A breath is stolen from me
One I do so regret
Your tears were phony
And my sanity I must fret
A cold lipped embrace
Leaves me riddled with shame
A malignant chase
Always riddled with pain
I chase the days of blue
Leaving behind my past
Putting into words of you
Among things that will never last
I feel the familiar warmth of he
A constant, blazing memory
The Cold spot he left
Upon my yearning chest
His fingers leave marks upon my soul
An endless, echoing pull
I hear this heart of mine
Beating with a melancholy whine
A sharp sting upon my gaze
My mind reeling through this maze
Shall I love? Shall I perish?
In the end, all is garish,
Gnarled bones fit into empty sockets
Leave us to refer to our lockets
Rusted, faded, memories of old
No one ever told me love would feel so cold
This is an alcoholic drink invented at the Oak Beach Inn.
It contains light rum, triple sec, and gin.
Included in the mix is a good share of vodka.
Also thrown in is a hefty helping of tequila,
It's all topped off with a splash of cola.
Most claim it's from New York, but some disagree.
There are others who believe it came from Tennessee.
The drink may look like tea, but heed this warning:
Imbibe too much, and you'll be sick in the morning.
I thank wikipedia.org for information I obtained to write this poem
icy
refreshing
rivals lemonade
for the crown on summer days
sun lit
feels nature made
ice clinks merrily
announcing her
I reminisce, I miss
i was ecstatic when
you told me you liked me
our story started off
as we sipped unsweetened iced tea
it worked for a while
and things were great!
till the truth came out
gave you a clean slate
a couple more
unsweetened iced teas later
it became clear to me
this wasn’t in our favor
maybe it was right person wrong time
love in all its glory
but it wasn’t meant to be
and that’s the moral of the story
now as i drink my
unsweetened iced tea
my head replays each moment we shared
as we live happily ever after
in my memory
I reminisce, I miss
i was ecstatic when
you told me you liked me
our story started off
as we sipped unsweetened iced tea
it worked for a while
and things were great!
till the truth came out
gave you a clean slate
a couple more
unsweetened iced teas later
it became clear to me
this wasn’t in our favor
maybe it was right person wrong time
love in all its glory
but it wasn’t meant to be
and that’s the moral of the story
now as i drink my
unsweetened iced tea
my head replays each moment we shared
as we live happily ever after
in my memory
break of day pungent
a small swimming fish wallows
because of the ice
~
break barbed of this day
a large swimming fish wallows
he enjoys the ice
2/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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