Long Glazes Poems
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There feeling wet and gloomy
sitting on the bench feels wet
why does rain do this to us?
love to be dry, but wet is all I get
Across the road sits that bus
folks sit inside there happy and glad
they sit there dry and protected
not going my way, that makes me sad
The water glazes across the road
it can be slippery, so watch your feet
a fall now would make me worse
even more so than this wet seat
Maybe I should just walk home
an hour or so would get me there
but the prospect of an empty house
leaves me to utter a prayer
God, please look down on me
what should I do at this time?
send me someone along my way
to lift me up with a rhyme
Look back at the street light
there it shines for all to see
I had forgotten it was there
just as God provided Calvary's tree
He reminds me of His love
where His son did die for me
so one day will take me home
to abide with Him, I will see!
{This is based on a painting by Edward Hopper.)
WHERE DO WE POETS GO
Where do we poets go, breathing last?
Emotive beauty of poetic persona
floats with cosmic flow
blinking, twinkling with sparkling stars
in poetic glistening glance.
Where do we poets go, breathing last?
Charismatic charm of poetic persona
glazes, glows on glossy petals of abloom flowers
in soft poetic pleasure.
Where do we poets go, breathing last?
Pearly passion of poetic persona
dances with little brittle ripples of flowing river
in perfect poetic rhythm.
Where do we poets go, breathing last?
Romantic aroma of poetic persona
blows with gentle breeze to freeze
in wobbling dreamy hearts of lovers
spraying fragrance in poetic ardor.
Where do we poets go, breathing last?
Sublime soul of poetic persona
sighs, sympathizing grief-stricken broken heart
lamenting on long-lost love
with pristine poetic solace.
11/28/20
Second Place
'Where Do We Poets Go' Contest by Silent One.
An old man keeling down by a gravestone
cleans the inscription so it can be read.
For it’s a symbol of why he had come
“Love Is Eternal” was all that it said.
Wiping a tear, his expression glazes
sorting out memories he swore to keep.
And then he began to whisper his thoughts
his lips wearing a smile borrowed from sleep.
Do you remember our first Halloween
picking out a pumpkin in the hot sun?
And how we craved up that orange giant
bubbling over with excitement and fun.
A kaleidoscope of leaves played the wind
as they danced in tune with each fresh breeze.
And our hearts converged in the autumn chill
admiring the shear beauty of the trees.
Our hands gently touched and we laughed out-loud
a happy sound filling our hearts with joy.
And smells of summer’s bounty spiced the air
arousing the man stirring in the boy.
Our trust grew as inhibitions were shed
and leaning on hope we shared our first kiss.
For that night two innocent naive hearts
fell in love, while experiencing bliss.
I recall splashes of sugar maples
blazing in mosaics of scarlet and gold.
And memories only love can retrieve
treasured pages within a book grown old.
Promising he’ll see her again in time
the old man slowly rises to his feet.
For winter now stalks his bones, life’s too short
and death encroaches at summer’s retreat.
I.
Ode the thrill of a tango
curled in clutches sleek
Elegance, a prerequisite
Add on a spun euphoria
Nimble is a turgid swoon!
Arms conduct to the aria
New skin, feels no tocsin
It's deeply in a you and i
Glazed, to the tightening
and a strangling organza
Necked into a suffocation
So go the tunnel deaths…
(1/27/2021: '02 Silverton MY; Alameda ...contest theme was murder in the tunnel)
II.
Ornately, I gild over my days a’ la fresco
Carefully, I wield molten gold, enigmatic
Elaborate must these life undulations be
as metallic sheen screens all insipid aura
New cantankerous crack? Just weld upon
and smooth the jagged with flowing flora
Now the feckless plaster sparkles golden
I spurn mawkish, like the silvered literati
glossing my craven, to caverns gleaming
Aurum weaves, in its narcissistic miasma
Nothing malodorous in self-love / loathin’
So imperious my bombastic art, it glazes!
(8.17.21 Redone at Willow Berm and DBW; theme was Craig’s Broken contest relating to Kintsugi)
Have you ever tried to make an acrostic cake?
If you make a big one, it takes longer time to bake.
Think first of a title that is interesting to you.
Any kind of word or even a phrase will do.
Stir up in your imagination titles with a flavor
that your reader/taster will really want to savor.
The main ingredients of acrostic cake are these:
first letter of each line is the sugar. Stir it in with ease..
There is a shortcake acrostic. It’s the easiest of all.
With a short-word title, the number of ingredients is small.
Take, for example, a little title word like “GO” -
first line needs that sugary G; last line sweeten with O.
“Get into your car any time of day
Off you drive or if you care to, simple walk away”
The title “GO” has been spelled downward. That’s acrostic, see?
Rhyme is cream you may whip up and add, easy as can be.
But to be a master baker of acrostic cake, use smooth glazes -
Your butter will be the descriptively tasty words or phrases.
Since your main letter ingredients will downward titles spell,
add sprinkles (bold print of first letters) and you should do well.
More often, this soul stretches
farther than the breath of a moon....
and through jaded eyes,
I saunter on the ledge of woodland,
past time's curfew and sharp lacerations
from kin's betrayal : a wanton walk
glazes the ripeness of cherries----
that such pageant from susurrus of woods
weaves a new , disparate tune.
I twirl along pebbles and sand,
kindling night's liniment
glorious as the slow climb of dusk...
this shard of pain spewing a wanton blaze
--radiant like a celestial star rising
from chambers, healing my ache
and waking pewter stones
while I half- slumber in a lull...
and I wrap my navel in soft linen,
the flickering, feathering night
differently cloaked in such nourished balm.
--I must be changed, my world honoring piety,
a lesson on life's lesion imbued through
the fragrant balm of my long , journey's song.
RAINBOW
Through raindrops Sun rays at random
split in seven hues of spectrum
and pasting on the sky album.
Seven colours shine in rainbow.
Violet : Innermost arch to glow.
Then glazes the strip Indigo.
Next comes Blue bow followed by Green,
completing blue part , clean as seen.
Then Yellow hue gives golden touch
on the position of fifth arch.
Orange bow comes sixth : Brilliant !
Merges to Red arch, radiant .
Last three strips show red part, vibrant.
Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green ,Yellow, Red :
Term VIBGYOR as initials carried.
Sequence of Rainbow colours, as said.
05/27/23
amidst the midnight dark,
comes the sleeping dog, that snores/barks;
a mixed up nightmare, no other mammal shares...
coming to age,
written with wax crayon, within neon sprays
of florescent glazes poster board pages...
the need for art,
a chance for chalk;
a walk in the park
music till' dusk
amidst the noonday rage,
lunchers serenades
female co-workers while on lookers...
gawk and look
closing their books, to see what's next
what the heck
the need for art,
sometimes lost, everyone so critical
Brutal the ways of the arts
settle in the newness of dark late night art at the park
2/4/2020
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Opaque opal white Moon showing pallid face at noon.
Nascent crescent descent Moon peeps at dusk reflecting reveries
Maroon Half-Moon rises arousing ripples of romance
Clouds at platoon trying to put astral veil of mist.
Giant gorgeous gibbous Moon glazes to enrapture night.
Abloom Full Moon in spoon full charm makes lovers lunatic.
Couple may be hypnotized in gaudy glare.
In respective orbital path on certain Full Moon Night,
Sun-Moon in- between Earth, come in a line just right.
Sun -Moon- Earth paired all together in perfect alignment,
Lunar Eclipse will occur :
Technical term 'SYZGY' has been set.
Under thinner -most shadow of Earth, if Moon slips,
Eclipse is known to be Pen Umbral,
If partially shadowed, it's Partial Eclipse.
Fully shadowed Eclipse is Total.
Total Lunar Eclipse now being called Blood Moon
as the Eclipsed Moon is not dark or dull losing glamour,
but exhibits rusty red hue glow looking boon.
Sun spectrum through atmosphere displays reddish colour.
Ensnared in eclipse Full Moon slips through shadow of Earth
leaving behind sullen silhouette sunken in starry sky
Blue Blood Moon in scarlet glow winks in frolic flare to mesmerize.
Full Moon closest to Fall is termed ‘Harvest Moon’
That’s the seasonal time to harvest.
Next Full Moon the ‘Hunter’s Moon’ comes very soon.
To go for hunting is the best.
If the Harvest Moon shows Blood Moon at perigee,
the closest position of Moon to Earth,
One tenth larger and thirty percent brighter to see.
Spectacular ‘Super Moon’ most worth.
If consecutive four ‘Blood Moon’ appeared
Rare occasions of lunar performance !
The event is known as ‘Lunar Tetrad’.
In between eclipse to come has no chance.
Watching ‘Super Moon’ I felt lucky
Then, have I gone lunatic?
Enjoying marvelous cosmos beauty,
I feel just romantic.
Sol struggles to peek through curtains of rain,
as sporadic sunshine pierces the gloom.
And yet, His persistence is not in vain,
His light fueling wildflowers to bloom
spread out before Him in their spring costume.
Droplets glisten in the air like jewels,
offsetting the dreariness of the day.
And rippling rays reflect off mirrored pools,
inviting the songbirds to come out to play
and participate in Sol's spring ballet.
Gloomy grey clouds no longer bar His way
as He glazes the sky with liquid light,
and colored blossoms are put on display
as their petals open in the sunlight,
reaching up to heaven, no clouds in sight.
A brisk breeze rustles the top of the trees,
burnishing their leaves an emerald green.
The air is abuzz with foraging bees
ferrying sweet nectar back to their Queen
while blue butterflies beautify the scene.