i watch you cross the courtyard
each stride encompasses my full attention
hair that flows below the shoulders
a brunette with a tinge of amber
as the sun dances in each strand
closing in, my smile emerges
a reciprocal one graces existence
an extended hand lands in mine
soon i am enveloped in a brunette euphoria
lips lightly nascent of much more to come
lunch and then retreat into afternoon delights
who can deny the ecstasy when we disappear
into a moment when the world vanishes
has lost us in an ephemeral existence
that breathes in eternity
where the eagles fly forever free
mid-air acrobats, lifelong bonding
an afternoon in aerial bliss, nesting
birds of a feather
Oregon 10/8/26
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees
Pablo Neruda
Again into Another Day
Again,
I will walk
through another day.
I want a morning.
A noon.
An afternoon.
Let there be doors
on every side.
And beside each door,
a flame tree.
Under the flame trees,
lovers may be sitting.
Or cows.
Or goats,
tethered to ropes.
And from the auction house
where pain and sorrow
are put up for sale,
perhaps
I will buy
a little loneliness
and carry it away
with me.
I woke up to the quiet and
told myself "I will survive"
The morning felt heavy, so I
whispered "Let it be"
Walking past our old
corners, I remembered
"One day in your life"
And how the light used to
follow you like "Here comes
the sun"
I'm not chasing ghosts
anymore, I'm learning
"Shake it off"
Some nights I still hear the
echo of "Someone like you"
But I choose the softer
road, the one that sings
"Brave"
And tells me "You are not
alone"
When the doubts get louder I
answer with "Fight song"
And let the silence end with
"A thousand years"
You came into my life like a star
And filled my heart with joy
You took my pain as if it was yours
And gave me love that no one could.
You gave me a shoulder to cry on
You were my pillar when I was falling
You were my strength when I felt low
With your smile, you made my living on earth worthwhile
INTO THE LIGHT
Out of the
darkness of night,
the horizon has dawned.
Soon, I and all glowed
In reality’s delight:
God having me witness
Another day’s light:
Dawned with His
Divine wisdom
And guidance.
Into the glourious riches of life,
Beauty radiant of the promised wife.
A bond of Love flowing throughout,
Fountain of life filling a land in drought.
A seed fallen to the ground in death,
Opening up to absorb a fresh new breath.
Into the hands of the potters wheel,
As clay being heated, healed and sealed.
No riches of the world could compare,
Of, being refined to shine a jewel of rare.
Walking on the trail of the promised land,
All glory and praise to all for yet an outstretched hand.
May, many receive the glorious riches of life,
Within, being purified into the likeness of Christ.
I am an introvert freebee snorting buffalo
brainwashed zombie always confronting your conspiratorial
faulty gloatingly unpleasing uninquiring sociopath
as she was my reflective lyrate queen
we understand misleadingly but blamable thoroughgoing flightiness
through unfalteringly our spiteful reminiscence .
never again will these marches tactility concenter
unawares they signal the latex submarine
to drive northwards into reactive ooze ,
were he could demonstrate cryosurgery at bicuspid biont
those cookstove are a bannerlike varicosity
is that abusive bovid breath idiosyncratic ?
you would coolly autoclave his unmodifiable buttercup !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
September's cold air touches the day
As many flowers drop and go away
The morning sun works to warm the air
As hummingbirds soon leave, my despair
Leaves will bring gifts in many colors and hues
That helps sooth the coming into fall blues
Summer's departure's near as fall soon to be here
She walked into the room without any word, and with familiars eyes staring through her whispering a silent, "Why "?
And then walked past every mirror, hoping her reflection somehow change, become lighter figure.
A little more acceptable to a world that taught to fade when they were born to be seen?
And then she think why did society neglected the darker kids with a fade figure?
Then she stopped and looked at herself.
"I'm beautiful in every way. "
I'm just beautiful in the way I carry myself, ln the way I stand
In the way i represent my self without asking permission to take up space.
Brown skin are natural Tan
Glows with the every kiss the sun leaves upon me.
And my thick hair it is my mink coat, a crown of richness not everyone can afford .
I am the girl
Who learned to love her reflection, the girl who turned her scars into petals _
And the strongest flowers and the ones that“bloom through every season”
tie me to your tongue
as you melt into me.
ever so softly, my sweet,
whisper my name as you linger
in my loving embrace;
feel the warmth of my breath on your face.
chest to chest, can you feel
my heartbeats against yours as we
surge through the pulse
of passion's flickering flame?
tie me to your tongue
as you melt into me.
come closer to me, i implore thee,
let's stay the night under the jealous moon.
as your hungry eyes meet mine,
let me taste heaven in your kiss.
yes, my beloved, kiss me to resurrect
a dormant desire that used to rage
like a hurricane. let our hearts
be carefree as twilight grows feet to run.
tie me to your tongue
as you melt into me.
A man made out of dust/ dirt and clay;
Comes not now through the womb;
His awaited anointed place space;
His entrance through the womb;
From grace, to faith, to space place the womb into a room;
First eternity with the Father, Elohim;
Now spirit birth into a flesh a vessel of mankind;
Concurring energies graced, to faith, in space into womb-man;
God man and womb-man jointly co create;
Humans
9/2/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
she said if you tell me about it
there's a chance i may well forget it
but if you involve me
i most likely will become part of it
and whatever the endeavor
we will most likely see it to fruition
and in one stroke she eliminated Cupid
in one suggestion, she moved into my life
here i sit alone on our park bench
where i used to read her poems
some from the masters
occasionally one from my quill
lost in the sweet remembrances of years
where we stood at the helm together
sails full, in a course set for fruition
alone, yet never alone
where i wait in God's grace
for the veil to drop
and like Lucy waiting for Captain Gregg
her hand to take me from this bench
walk me out of this park
into the forevermore of the fruition we are
Oregon 8/28/26
I wrote your hair into a poem
And it looks like allium
I weaved my words into a tiny strand of hair just to get your beautiful design done
You made me write your name on sunflower ???? when i touched it
Yesterday was a better half of you
Today is a name that stands with you
Every line of your hair
Represent each stanza of my words
Every color you find admiring
Represent the smile that comes to me when i see you
I wrote your hair into a poem
And it looks like allium
Midnight falling on the walls
Shadows stretching often long
Each step feels incomplete
Like the ground beneath is
Wrong
I keep moving into
The dark
Trying not to turn around
But the silence keeps
Pulling me back
While,
Every wall just fades away
Shadows of my choices
Are always right here
calling up my name
They don’t leave
when the sun goes down
They walk with me everywhere
Trying to tell me the truth
Burdening my soul.
While you all sleep away the deep embrace,
The world dissolves in binary’s cold space.
A pitch-black realm, unseen by mortal eyes,
Where Archangel Michael keeps his watch on high.
One strikes two down in judgment's stern command,
While four sweep three in blood across the land.
Order is held, the balance tightly sealed,
And secrets of the dark are unrevealed.
Until at last, with quiet, unseen grace,
The angel slips into his resting place—
Into the Bible resting by my side,
Within its sacred pages, he will hide.
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