Been dismissive, by the absents of her father;
Made more, whole and strong in strength she’s farther;
Not meant to be strong in body vessel mind and heart;
Been abandon coping extremely potion set apart;
She is whole man
Yet Wo man
Left alone in hands
Embracing bands, of fingers working hands
Toiling working
In the absents of a man, those men
Not in her life
She doesn’t need a man to be whole
She Wo man
And in her womb comes humanity
She covets and covers the seed
It incubates and grows
Multiplies fleshly vessel
Woe unto men whom misuse and abuse
Father’s God Woman those our sisters, mothers
All who offend?
Been embraced, now in engaging with her heavenly Father;
Made more, whole and strong in strength she’s farther;
Newly emerged strong in body vessel mind and heart;
Been embellished coping renewed set apart;
2/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Politeness,
like kindness,
may not sell newspapers
or win the partisan debate
Civility,
unlike deviliciousness,
will not win the civil war
nor leverage the biggest tax rebate
But integrity
is the world wide web of nature
that composed the paper
and incubates
the peace we celebrate
when impolite love to hate
of systemic trauma gates
recede well past faded
therapeutic empathy,
becoming civilly sedate
Singing
while dancing
in politely well-said company
not seen
or heard from
of late.
Halogen hesitant glide incubates baskers
Hush worship horizontal, roasting rascals
Trust flail arms gleeful face of jack in box
Toast salt pepper toes opposed to office socks
Lopsided sway scintillates sea rolls repeat
Lumen seduce dons haughty top-hat heat
Haven from seasons, sunbathed succumb
Hourglass conserve curdles cold’s equilibrium
23rd June
Sultry Surfers Paradise
in unfelt Solstice
Wondering where you are tonight?
Can't feel the warmth of your sight
Your wings that cuddle me under the moonlight
Your heat that incubates me in spotlight.
I'm a shelled-duckling not so pretty
My little heart beats so fast and plenty
Nearness of you I pray for each day
Your body to stay beside me all day!
She is uppercase, Her within the within
out shines the sun, out paces the moon.
Thoughts of a ham sandwich come to a squealing halt
as I recall my low sodium diet -
She (too often to count) plays trivia with existence,
meanwhile, I flutter like a cage in a canary.
Of course, She is not a she and I am not a lower he.
A non-physical womb both transmits and incubates.
Pronouns do not work in Spirit.
Owls perch on the edge of light where the watched
also watches. She corrals wild minds, thoughts bleat
as they are left to stray
creating space for the lone herder -
the one who brings ‘shepherd’s pie’
for all the hungry ghosts.
In a sandbox, many grains plays with others
and that’s okay
for one more transcendental day.
Midsummer vehemence stows heat for later
Solar film ominously watch hot arc
Tilt tracks trajectory, power cater
Stashes post sizzle to supply light dark
Socket slit subservient incubates
Arrow of assurance inserts cable
Voltage their pairing impressive creates
Self derived to electric capable
Autonomy admonished with a switch
Loins bearing in luxury breed evil
Informed about squalid impoverished
Ignore affluent vantage for reprieval
Overloaded homes groan under panels
Tainted rich roads tune rigid channels
16th January
Wealth rotten wattage
Origami gifts fledglings multiple
Stork sling incubates infant hatchery
Holds pine seed offspring horticultural
Burst dirt celebrates cedar jamboree
Invisible drive to thrive, hormonal
Reverse javelin sapling spear Jarvis
Pin bend Pilates practice jovial
Christmas bonus brings bountiful harvest
Silken sway, acres of muscular maize
Youthful juice under crisp skirt harem
Masters of last year crushed in hasty haze
Mulched during terrain turn over mayhem
Lake levitator long necked swan mascot
Lays Faberge eggs in reed bloom jackpot
16th November
Manyfest
The winter time has had its day,
Was what we all believed,
As signs of spring were everywhere.
But seems we've been deceived.
Evil April brings Arctic blast
Now more snow has arrived.
It seems winter must dominate,
And tell springtime it has to wait.
The snowdrops and the crocuses
Put on a splendid show.
Now we should have the daffodils
But they struggle to grow.
And the tulips expected soon
Are still asleep below.
It seems winter must dominate,
And tell springtime it has to wait.
Why are these seasons so confused?
There surely is a catch.
Last week the moorhen laid her eggs
Now incubates the batch.
But with the snow covering her
What chance have they to hatch?
It seems winter must dominate,
And tell springtime it has to wait.
They could be anywhere
Greased on my bus fare. Any Tom Dick or Jack and Solitaire
On every bit of bittie bit, on any drop of there.
They're everywhere in ambush
On every pull you push. Each panicked ceramic royal flush
Pirates hide, ride crazy-eyed, with itch-sticky triggers to crush.
And anything I breathe
Down the red throat of my sleeve. The miasma mere clean teeth can't cleave
Goes in out in out freaked out out, so every grin and weep's knot-weaved
And my besiegement
Unrelieved.
snow
crystal
sparkling stars,
natures warming
shimmering blanket,
incubates new
life waiting
to be
born
29.10.20
Before my breath touches the morning air,
My thoughts in taciturnity upon suppression of solitudes…
Inhibition initiates interdiction within the hibernal hollow,
Where time a frozen fortress amidst the saturninity still.
The covertness of oblivions obedient in their absolution,
Daunting dorms of doldrums debilitate in their debacle…
Where the vaporous voids echo in their virginal vacuums,
The muted madness mandates the asphyxiated air.
Segregated silent sorrows suffice within my chaotic cage.
Where ignorance incubates immoral idols imposing…
The hellion hordes encroach the silent sentinels standing,
The laconism within my heart erupts with forbidden fury.
The silence sings with thunder as a tear touch’s the ground,
My empty eternal eyes dormant amongst horizons hid…
My mind in a decadent declination before walls of illusions,
And thus before a wounded wake, I am trapped in tangled time.
June.23.2020
Reflection in Silence
Sponsored by~ Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
The godseed of mystical dreams
Incubates in starry skies
I sigh in longing as messages
On the wind, caress my inner skin
The galaxy within spins in rhythms of colour
Spinning, curving lines that define the inside of time
The outside looking on in abandonment as the universe plays along
The godseed is alive
Imaginary flowers bloom
within my mind, and thoughts assume,
like notions blowing through the trees
poetic whispers in the breeze,
love incubates within heart’s womb.
Poetic dreams, my thoughts presume
that hopes within my mind consume
bad mem’ries of demise, like these
imaginary flowers.
Love’s once bad luck I did entomb,
but now emotions I exhume
to find poetic dreams that please
for such a dream puts hearts at ease,
and so within my thoughts now bloom
imaginary flowers.
July 26, 2019
Sapiosexual being,
A predator of words
A beast that feeds off minds for wholeness
A silent speaker that loudly enters the mind by a look
A look deep it reaches the womb of your eyes
A womb that birthed and took away what you perceive your bittersweets
A womb that incubates your past and future
And to your mind a window opens and I silently I creep
Creep in to what your mind chooses to birth
A chemistry my heart lies awake awaiting
Awaiting in comfort of nolstagic beauties and laments of a love had and lost
But your thoughts ease and wipe away tears that I had hoped to forget
And in words you say, I'm here to stay
Or so I wish
SIMPLICITY
Simplicity
Incubates
Marshalling
Pleasant
Loving
Ineffable
Calm
In
Tortured
Youth
Dave Austin
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