rainbow in the sky
a medley of hues it bears
colours bloom with a swift swirl~
ahead of the downpour
ants, seeking shelter, invade homes.
I had feared
that you
had become
a sealion;
but you could
not swim
over the lake;
huge tears
were in your eyes,
and the large red ball
fell out of your mind
on to the ground
as though punctured;
Liebchen,
do not invade
my dreams thus
again.
Sea alongside where they are, where they go
Undercurrent of cover, keep upset under wraps
Run a watertight routine within swim safe zone
Emit words washing white magic swell flat relax
Pervade far lands, exotic tainted by Australia
Leisure takers pack high hopes among low funds
Enamour for contrast demands modes familiar
Affluent rabid urgency, serene temples shunned
Swum lagoon lounging, legs glossy mahogany
Upscaled servers strive for measly tourist custom
Resort afforded sirens their thriving economy
Ethos of plentiful offering for Gods stay trusting
4th October
Faraway from Before
Boundless love invades my heart
lost in notion of your eyes
Cinnamon and chestnut gaze
reflects the magic of the skies
Velvet thoughts of auburn hair
seem to captivate my mind
Waiting for when next we meet
wondering what I may find
Countless means do you possess
to render still this ardent fool
Holding fast your silken kiss
would be nothing less than cruel
Come to me, my greatest love
seize our every moment sure
For never could there ever be
a love so innocent and pure
For my Golden Retriever, Monte
J-eopardy
O-f
R-abid
E-pidemic
L-ets
Y-ucky
N-astiness
V-iciously
I-nfect
L-ungs
L-etting
A-ilment
R-elentlessly
I-nvade
N-ations
Topic: Birthday of Jorelyn F. Villarin (June 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
glorious ants walk
on wide, mighty sidewalk walks
before the kitchen
~
glorious emmets
piece of bread on the counter
trapped inside the bread
~
out taking pieces
of bread out of the kitchen
to share with the ants
7/2/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Why does the shroud of crisscrossed trees invade
this sunless *kitch..erode my soil of light?
The lukewarm milk tastes sour where I have laid.
Odd Winter rain does damp my winsome sight.
Arise these bones - reform this house of wax.
Restart the pilot light and pleasant fumes -
of peppermint and thyme, of all one lacks.
Excite with citrus blend - let petals bloom.
The curtain lace drawn back - I pen this leaf
upon bare naked branches and I blow
so the wind will restart in fresh belief
of kindness - trace of love, these seeds I sow.
Arrive anew — a baby born — this year.
Mature the steed! Charge on, deprived of fear!
1/2/2019
*shortened from kitchen
Invade
Tomorrow stay away
Don’t come to me again
I will always be afraid
Nothing comes or sways
Always and forever break this chain
Just lie down into fade
People say it will be ok
Darkness feeds the pain
Then light is false and only shade
The web is spun that’s what they say
No more hours waiting vain
Puppets that are played
No more thousands of these days
No more walking down the same old lane
A broken man they must have made
Tomorrow not tomorrow today
Let this thought in me remain
Emotional cripple intrude invade
Green of the poison can invade deep
unnerve you and eat innards like creep
it sinks in slow from the injectible
which sinks in sharp like a stab.
Laugh,demur,smile,eyes roll
hand in hand and enthrall
sweet words and ready laugh
on all my jokes and gaffes.
Waited for her on the foyer
as she skied in on a cloud layer
her sights made me oxygenate
sigh,yearn and coagulate.
Moments spend together
in arms pretty hooky and warm
lips locked so often in seal
were they apart in real.
Amalgamation of understanding
and of deep soul
saying aye together to all
and no in unison troll.
Foyer was my making and breaking
one day I was waiting
she came in on allright
on clouds as usual bright.
Heading me -no she headed north
where stood her new God!
she did not waste a glance O! Lord!
hand in hand she was over,with beau,on her love fjord.
Green of the poison can invade deep
unnerve you and eat innards like creep
it sinks in slow from the injectible
which sinks in sharp like a stab.
Many bears consume our lives
They thrash our feelings around like feathers
Throwing them up to be disorganized trash
But wait?
One should not categorize feelings as trash?
But what one holds dear could gash us in the end
Lives of happy manners shallow but pure
Take a fist full of stones tied together
Our feelings bundled real tight
Not to fall out of our hand or dissipate
But to form strenthily on thy hand
Lets be a character of fortitude
Molding new paths of friends and roots
Not letting any of the stones fall from thine hand
All through life, storms, and nasty weather
We hold every little stone
Now who is the strong one?
That person which lets his stones/feelings drop one by one
on those unsuspecting
But that person who held fast
No matter what happened.
Who is the strong one here?
democratic choice
obama and hillary
dont be like this world
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