As moths, man draws near to light --
Sun bathing by day, moon bathing
By night – they both can burn, you
Know – days, more apt the skin,
As for nights, brave play a potentially kindling
Part -- Love, the oldest inflaming protagonist~
And the theater, a highly, combustible human
Heart….
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The Twitter's land swept by emotion
The revelations hit like tide
In what we call mankind’s ocean
It’s just got harder to lie and hide
Such simple step, disclose location
Of mouth shooting nonsense off
Long overdue, stops world’s fixation
On lies, deceit, coercion, scoff
It will go on, of course, forever
Just little less, protecting truth
Manipulations ceasing never
But everyone is now a sleuth
They live in Asia somewhere
Yet post the news as from New York
Inflaming passions, brightest flare
No matter wise man you’re or dork
So, no more Gaza “poor souls”
Who post from London’s noisy bar
Yes, “Texas” girl angst’s full of holes
Wouldn’t spread from Moscow very far
Some ghosts are only making money
Yet others lie, consumed by hate
They’re not benign, amusing, funny
When they impact the others’ fate
Keep down division, fear, defiance
By which the folks are so consumed
Let passions cool, no rocket science
And lift the feel of being doomed
November 25, 2025
Red moon rising, a globe ruby, an opulent theme,
A scarlet smile, a sight tranquil, a heavenly dream,
Weaves fabric of passions deep, as desires gleam,
Notions-romantic, undulating joy on stellar stream.
Hues iridescent paint a canvas of chromatic skies
Luring gazes, inflaming fervor of enamored eyes,
Glued to vision, intimate pleas of hearts surmise,
Inscribing crimson, where motifs moonstruck rise.
Embracing red moon, heartbeats rhapsodic tiptoe,
Caressing adoration of emotive eventide aglow,
Where, breezing affection, zephyrs amatory blow,
Whispering sweet-nothings, secrets fervent bestow.
As rhythms of our heart, lyrics of our soul rhyme,
Avowing pledges revered, through the song of time,
Reciting words divine, replaying promises sublime,
Under the red moon, we laud, bliss of love in prime.
Across celestial beauty, as impulses-angelic scroll,
Hypnotizing minds, captivating essence of soul,
A red moon tantalizing, O, sensuously we extol,
Weaving fabric of passions fantasies moonlit cajole.
Much I marveled lament a favorite kiss
The beautiful amity a beautiful bliss
And the embrace never-ending cuddling
That moment my soul grew laid
While I pondered wandered wonder romance and shade
What could there be more purely displayed?
Parade
And as lovebirds never coquetting, unbaiting
While we pondered worn and renegaded
You warned me about the shade (once more)
Deep into that finish darkness flaming
All impaired infatuation incorporating
As my whole soul within me shaming
How will I be claiming, proclaiming inflaming?
Love as natural
Compelling gave
Love is a
Parade
11/2/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
I dreamt a dream that renewed kindred memories
Rekindling past passions of moonlit love-themes,
Enamoring love-embers blooming heartfelt longings,
Crooning hints-romantic~ life’s a beauteous dream;
When merrily you enthralled me in springs of yore
Fetching yesteryears’ treasured keepsakes to fore
Lauding pages of albums seasons bygone adored
Reviving ardent allure, questing for love evermore.
I recognized fervid smiles of twinkles in your eyes
Tethered bashfully to arc of love on fulgent skies,
As together we watched winsome emotions climb
Inscribing on celestial canvas, halo of love sublime;
Just as Venus smiled and Moon winked impishly
When brilliant stars avowed~ forever we shall be,
And song of lark strummed of a mirthful morning,
Rising in paradise you envisioned for you and me.
Embraced in delight through night’s blissful fantasy
Inflaming love’s yearnings stoking endearing instincts,
Ascribing form and meaning to abandoned reveries,
Greeting me, you agreed~ life’s a beauteous dream.
October 6, 2022
Placed 1st: The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Feasting on my splendor ravishing to your eyes
Greet me seductively, watch me bathe in sunrise,
Breathing me in, devouring scent of intimacy,
Caressing my breeze teasing you affectionately
Cuddling love’s essence in elysium of my affinity
Holding me in your trance of her magical allure
Enamoring doting senses of passions I conjure
Feeling her tender beats in fragility of my heart
Indulging softly in her fascination for romance
Tempting me longingly in glamor of her glance
As purple cheeks blush, titillating my ruby visage
Fantasizing silken lips inflaming euphoric kiss,
But, dare not pluck me young man, till I’m willing
Undressing sensuously, revealing inner beauty,
Unveiling my core, arousing petals of yearning~
Only then I will be ready, worthy of your promise,
When you present me to her, she’ll be beaming
For I am the rose of her dreams, elixir of ecstasy.
September 25, 2021
Placed 1st: “P” Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Playful
In the midst of myself I see all a named through a blame of crystal ball garbage self imposed heaps of anarchic monumental fever itches slowly coalescing compost inflaming frolicking one step beyond destitute drowned drained primal ascents like muted strands of character counts contents--a sugary benign bene-violence renewed every 4th year by death trite trickery, bumming freedoms long necked, sticky fingered bullet borrowed Bogart abandoners like cool coup indifferentials-----hangless gyrations coordinated catastrophizes counter culture aberrations seeming short changed a dimes worth of democracy voices foot and mouth disease we move through dead brain catheters dreaming of cellular open ranges of slack composures minus politico contractual ill tongued bilateral lobotomy laden binormals laying waste to unsecured raptures---dicey yet decidedly temporary but elipticaliplapsing any Gods forgiving truth and moral divergence by appetite arbitration. Hence a gamely time of fecal folly foot loose and fancy toe tag free---------all's well that entrails well.
Ambulance chasers
have morphed into
Civil Rights Attorneys...
salivating at the gurneys – a big
paycheck a chance to obtain,
making a living by inflaming
already blood-red, fiery pain –
Compounding perceived
prejudice -- hate; propagating
color-division...though good
blindness has been of late
on many lips and in loving sighs
contradicting rank media allies
(conspiring enclaves – perpetuating
malicious, racist lies)...
manipulating facts for
evil purpose; they are
the “Mess” in cesspool...with
only one rule, win at all cost,
and a healthful society though
not so gullible as they think
forced to wade through
foul sewage
a shyter's manufactured
legal stink....
The towers tumbled on 9/Eternal
“Let’s get ‘em soon. Hit while the iron’s hot!
How to sell? Weapons mass and infernal!
We’ll show pics inflaming! Saddam you’re caught!”
Decades later, “Who wanted endless war?”
Fog Horn and Crumpling Paper made the call
When the check came in, they denied their lore
From Barack: “expand the war wide and tall!”
Outsider Tycoon, “We will end this now!”
Baghdadi, Soleimani -- pluck the thorn
“Another war! Serve it and let them chow!”
Tycoon ignores John Bolton and Fog Horn.
Tycoon fulfills promises of Kerry!
But for war, the Deep State is made merry!
I lie prostrate on my bed, breathless and afraid,
Emotions fly through my head, feel dismayed,
Forsaken by God even though I prayed
I weep for the tomorrow's I will not see
A smile lit up my face, doctors want to try a new something
A break through in medical science needs testing
Would I agree they say, I said I will try anything
Looks like God listened after all
My destiny now lies in the hands of science
Feeling gross but will stay compliance
Will get better, I mentally say in defiance
Tomorrow is just another day
I cry out as the drug brings pain to the surface
A rash appears, itching, red, inflaming the epidermis
Am I allergic to this wonder drug, I dont need this
I awake feeling better, I give thanks.
Written on 14/5/2018
chosen title... How I feel today
Contest Rhyme and Refrain sponsored by Broken Wings.
To write I need inspiration.
Dreaming of my magic muse.
Casting a spell of creation.
Telling me which words to use.
When waking from heavy sleep.
Dreamless, has my magic muse fled?
From muses' heaven to dungeons deep.
Of blank pages, less should be said.
During the next night, my muse I seek.
Dreaming of "Dungeons and Dragons" of old.
Dragon's breath, inflaming my cheek.
Daytime arrives, this tale can be told.
Writing in iambic pentameter quatrain.
Using an alternative line rhyming scheme.
Making poesy is no longer a pain.
Though my magic muse was only a dream.
A Song to Javed Trali
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The morning that dirty demon-like thing
Which sounds like Net,
Is teared apart is dead,
Is lifted as a narrow cage's iron-door,
I will fly as a freed bird
And celebrate, and sigh!
And sing a hundred melodious songs
In lilting voice
(Inflaming and lulling at once)
On the yonder trees of
Paanchal, Bugmad and Wustoor-e-wan.
As a monk is meditating on the red mount
I shall pray for your youth and power
At the Sofigund shrine.
No need in a prove,
Your word is everything
I need to know and whatever else.
Your heart is true
The purest I've ever seen
So blessed to hear what your silence tells.
Your luring smile,
That fire in your eyes,
Inflaming pictures of a magic dance..
When rains a while
I'm taking off disguise,
Make up and clothes of the circumstance.
The kiss can start
A fantasy of flight.
We'll never stop believing what we feel.
The faith is art
Of keeping thoughts apart
From raising heart when ruling heaven realm.
The power of
The unexpected gift
That can wake up when put asleep prudence
Devoured all,
And no prove I need
Your sight and word are prove and evidence.
The gift is mine.
And what you have is yours,
Cannot affect the vibes you've influenced.
That's how a lie
Made powerless to hurt.
I will decide the end since it commenced.
some things can be dirty
i never bleach my whites
i dont segregate my clothing
doesnt keep me up at night
a dozen means to all knowing
abacus back in style
additives just a forefront
how minds are truly wild
some people are okay
yet suffer all the same
my suffering different from others
thoughts construct the blame
i brush my teeth and floss
wore braces in my adolescence
tested patience, out of questions
if im evasive, end of session
run up and poke an eye
im a fairly open guy
barely here when smoking high
sober my aura coats the sky
buy used to respect the purpose
idea of new baiting a purchase
im waiting for searchers
we can merger
air out, lifted truth to surface
living proof enigma
imperfect pairs of stigma
alerted hairs insignia
inflaming both amygdala
How the ambrosia of a crescent moon
pours honey on night's gypsy dance,
inflaming spoon of lips ... to blaze lovers' kiss!
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12.19.2016
Moon Soon for Kai Michael Neumann
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