jelling in jar
of Magyar kin
a star is born
Categories:
jelling, celebration,
Form: Than-Bauk
Though my lips are known to stutter when I talk
And my heart is known to flutter when I gawk
For your love and love alone I would be great
Just to reach you in my catatonic state
Oh the fire burns and what am I to do
On the kindle of a love I have for you
There is heat that burns the emptiness inside
On the sweet returns of happiness I glide
I have tried to be the master of my fate
But my dreams are running faster than my gait
And my fantasies are counting way too much
Though my ecstacies are mounting over such
If my income and my outcome are well-matched
And my savings and my cravings are attached
There is nothing more that I could ask of you
Than to love me for the way my sky is blue
Though my feet are more precocious when I sprint
And this heat of mine is shrinking to a glint
And my sense of time is jelling to my state
Still my tense of time is telling me to wait.
Categories:
jelling, love, perspective, time,
Form: Rhyme
So many people I can barely feel myself breathe
There is an anxiety, but also a joyful anticipation
What is happening? Who knows? Who can see?
I try to push my way to the front. It is great to not wear masks.
Is everyone vaccinated now? I ask, wondering about the Covid-19.
Someone laughs. A group of somebodies actually. No one is wearing masks.
My heart feels lighter; I am carried away in the throng,
Where we are heading, is anyone’s guess. I do not care really.
I have things to do, people to see, places to go.
I am alive and the pandemic is over! I want to dance
But I am pinned in, cannot squeak out of this crowd.
We are jelling into one lump like a can of beet jelly.
Where are we going? I ask again. Starting to feel nervous now.
No one answers. There are gallows ahead. Ten of them.
I look at the guy beside me. He is looking forward, not noticing.
I start to have a bad feeling….
Categories:
jelling, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
SOMETHING BETTER
jagged mouths
often wonder
condemed houses
caught in the thunder
running out mices
the cats all wander
jumping plant louses
eating dandelions
where are those spouses
everything jelling
something better
2/23/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Categories:
jelling, adventure, destiny, humorous, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Faces everywhere
in trailer hitches
and granite spar
Jelling dragons sit and stare.
Faces everywhere
in gnarled tree trunks
with gapping maw
Munch’s scream saw.
Faces everywhere
snarling faces
with frightening frowns
from hummocks in the ground.
Furrowed brows
All seeing eyes
untidy drool
fermenting anger Nature’s pool.
Who’s alone?
Not eye?
Who thinks they’re alone
under the sky?
Can’t you see?
Don’t you know?
Each objects spirit is etched
Just so.
Categories:
jelling, introspection
Form: Rhyme