Long Arbor Poems
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A field overlooking
an arbor of jasmine
where butterflies play
midst the fragrance of love
Bluebonnets smile
as they hide from the clover
that bask in the sun
from the heavens above
Blissful, we stroll
down a pathway concerto
as melodies whisper
from sycamore trees
Lyrics returning
each echo of springtime,
when daffodils danced
in the harmonic breeze
Holding your hand
neath the shade cast of morning,
while rose petal kisses
now scatter the lawn
Breathing the air
filled with smiles and laughter
as clouds wander by
at the edge of the dawn
And I with my heartbeat,
stare off in the distance,
embracing the wonder
with arms open wide
Out here in a field
overlooking an arbor,
where dreams all come true
with my love by my side
Somehow, it seems I have been here before...
There is an old orchard far up the hill
Looking across the golden valley floor
the sky is clear, the air is still
A latticed arbor, entwined and draped
with vine and bloom, is basking in the sun
I see her there! A slim, familiar shape...
She smiles, and beckons me to come
O’ my heart!!
Are you strong enough
to embrace, at last
this fulfillment of your wish?!
O’ my heart!!
Are you strong enough to welcome
joy so vast as this?!
I step on the path
I feel knees tremble
My world is shaking
A sleeping childhood
has been awakened
Perhaps a dream?
Please, wake me not!
Recognition!
It shines
in her eyes!
Although
I am,
a woman now....
and not a child!!
Oh God in heaven!!
She
knows
who
I
am!!
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Above her, I see
September geese are winging
to their winter home----
All is right, when things return...
each one to its proper place
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If this be a dream
wake me
not
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for
I
am
home
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I see the trees wavering,
Waving;
They surround me;
As the majestically beauty compassus leaves;
They enthrall me;
Magical fingers embalming;
Filling my spirit with rainbow sap guidance;
With practical leaves that fondle me;
Caressingly kissing me in my resistant shyness;
As the wind touches my cheeks;
Too cold to speak;
I'll just surrender to the trees...
Embranching rising towards heavens floor;
It's hard to imagine I am now a arbor heart's new bow;
Loved by the woods for I rise and naught fall...
as I am Timber
5/11/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
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While moonbeams dance 'pon midnight skies
she calls the echoes friend
Midst evergreens and fireflies
as cattail whispers send
Sweet thoughts of joy, a soft confess,
melodic 'fore the breeze
Where lyrics float like dandelion,
adrift among the trees
She rides atop a hummingbird,
it's feathers emerald green
Beneath a starlit canopy,
a cosmic glowing scene
She brings the spring, awaited long,
as winter bids farewell
Like harmonies, the sweetest song,
when gardens feel her spell
While buds anew, now wake from sleep,
be gone such clouded gloom
Each sunny greeting, comes to reap,
their fragrant April bloom
And Jasimine o'er the arbor crawls,
such beauty born the eyes
'long river beds and cascade falls
and crimson butterflies
lo' bluest skies of azure bliss
and dew drops on the lawn
The sunrise sends its gentle kiss,
in tangerine this dawn
So, rise from bed, no longer lay,
make haste, you're sure to see
The glory in each April day,
a springtime majesty
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I am from the clan of trees
we speak in the language of nature’s hidden tongue
for our souls talk under the ground
in the roots where we are bound
we are held together with the promise of living
we cling in the dirt to hear our language found
from the years of age and circles growing within our core
without a sound we reach the impasse of great distance
to articulate our prophecy to the arbor family
the ash to the maple, the pine to the oak
by gently, ever so gently flowing
through the depths of rock and rim
in waves of whispers that reaffirm
our slivers and branch’s cloak
captured in the shedding of light and elements of soil
climbing and spreading to heaven’s design
our common perfection to refine
we hold one to the other to protect and evoke
our tangle of trials of cold and smoke
through droughts and strife
we speak with quiet magnificence
for the cluster of forests that inaudibly touch
in times of trouble and toil
March 7, 2022
There, beyond the garden wall,
Lost among the grass and weeds
A wild rose grew beneath the trees
With fragrance blithe, to fill the breeze
And her petals soft as velveteen...
She is watered and fed by pearls of dew
But is hidden there, where no one knows
Where no one sings a song for her
To praise the beauty of her hue...
This lovely rose in solitaire
With leaves of green, and tendrils twined
Yearns to bask in joys of spring...
Where song birds nest, and robins sing
A place to show her grace, sublime...
A garden fair, an arbor high
Is just beyond the other side
She spies a crevice in the wall,
And through the slit a golden glow
She climbs the stones, and stretches small
And squeezes through, uncurling all
A virgin rose, unkissed, and shunned
Has found Eve's garden in the sun
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If unused, tho filled with many memories,
This favorite pen hesitates
Applesauce, blush-rose colored, lovingly Handmade from apples invented by grandfather's
Fellow professor friend at Ann Arbor
(Dr. Charles Haralson) zipped into a few
Freezer bags, accompanied our last
Roast pork dinner
Chili peppers, dazzling in sunlight! dried and
Overflowing my gallon glass jar, spice
Dishes no more
Love, tho bright one summer many years ago,
Does see a crack of light peak thru the door,
Opened only slightly
Wild ramps, chefs eagerly awaiting my
Announcement, lay buried under 5' of snow
Promises entombed in hope
Daylight is getting longer! but 30 seconds
In sub-zero temps, one can suffer frostbite
Still, seed catalogs have not stopped arriving!
Some companies sending their 3rd plea
I rely on genetics instincts tell me I have
Survived this before, and staring at the sun
With eyes closed awaits!
If I can survive the final quarter
If
I
Can
Survive
The
Final
Quarter
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Shorn from arbor crowns by sharp northern breeze
Aging maple leaves curl like rumpled rugs,
Falling as stars amidst disrobing trees
Shivering in the face of hoar frost hugs.
A wee mouse sniffs wind which wakens his needs.
Snuffling with fury, tossing leaves about
To find nuts and seeds among grass and weeds
He scratches and scurries with whiskered snout.
His tit-mouse neighbor hurries to his spouse
Twittering that it’s time to fetch some seeds;
Together they gather and chase off grouse
To hide in the grass of murky marsh meads.
Furry gray mouse and tan titmice agree
To stay winter’s course in tunnel or tree.
10/29/2019
Contest: New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Maid
My maid of honor,
my best friend, (smile)
help me in the moment,
help me in the hour,
help me make it down...
the great white tower steps.
My legs are wobbly,
my heart is throbbing.
It is deafening in my ears.
My fears are not as I expected,
they are greater than,
I have ever known... (in awe)
in my whole life. (a whisper)
"Why", you ask? (chocked words)
Because this is so important,
I need to get it right/write. (a tear unbidden)
The dress must be perfect, (a soft smile)
my hair, all finely brushed. (you there telling me it is okay)
The silk flowers, well scented (made by you... for this hour)
and the space full of perfume. (roses... carnations... simple flowers)
He will be waiting for me... (handsome, a cowboy)
at the altar. (of the Lord)
The guests are all seated,
in random chairs across the yard.
The arbor, placed in the center
for the man of God to speak his words.
A place for me to stand, a place for him to stand.
My claimed father... to give me away.
Then, he and me...
we will all, stand and say...
the promise of love and togetherness
on this Earth and unto the next.
A blessing for every thought
that we will be as one,
and together love God.
Sweet rose, my lady in waiting...
Kind friend, claimed sister in life,
thank you for your strength,
your endurance and your tenacity.
They give me the edge I need
to make it down the stair...
dancing all the way,
in faith that all tomorrows
will be even better than this today,
as the dance is just beginning
and the orchestra is still
just warming up. (softly fades...)