Long Raindrop Poems
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5/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Exhaling petals in the time of need
I keep replaying the blossoming of gardenias
by pushing buttons on my remote control
with painful fingers - reminders of lost wings.
The mini blinds are broken so I peek
Over the sterile walls mutilated by wrong turns
I hear you calling me on a disconnected phone
I'm fine!...and you? - followed by a timid silence.
Accidental spring brought us back together
In a building where daffodils smell of chloroform
And angels lie flat on a recently emptied bed
As I watch windows cry in endless raindrop dances.
It's so much life outside I feel I suffocate.
I see returning swallows through your candid eyes
As panicky sirens make your heart pound in my chest...
This accidental spring we'll finally be... forever.
For Laura's "Recovery From Life" contest
Sadness has no name, nor quiet disguise
This dim-lit realm of shade where tears can fall
And steal the heart's soul without compromise
To lay with shadowed pain to creep and crawl
In this, I wear each splattered raindrop felt
As they collect and fall from swollen eyes
I'll feel the face of love begin to melt
From coldest breath that flows from warmest lies
There is no pain that's ever free from debt
It's owed to judgments made and choices spent
To each cut that's made and each eye that wept
It brings to me these tears of sad lament
These rainy days that come with sadness found
Lead to a lonely space that will surround
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carried away on the last rays
of autumn sun in a moon-shaped pool
carried away like cosmic driftwood
she's having a pocket honeymoon
because
there's a coat of scarlet velvet
somewhere in her Estonian hair
having a picnic in a coffin
that's her own gallery of famine
please
let's visit our favourite sunken ships
born within the flood in a launderette
born at the edge of a melting ledge
she's a sick sycamore
down by the deli shop
she's a dark tunnel
in a raindrop
she's a blitz tempest
in a kindergarten
she's a jailed bouquet
her flowers of tartan
she's a coquette
a Russian roulette
my marionette
called Rosette
I am a rain drop flopped down from the clouds
I could have landed in a river or the sea
Then merging with the rising and receding waves
I would have been washed down into oblivion
Or could have fallen from the heights
Into a desolate dreary desert
Amid the blistering granules of sand
To be absorbed into nothingness
Chances are there to have fallen on a rock
Lying scorched in the heat of the mid-day sun
Then I would have vanished into thin air
Evaporating into nonexistence
I could have fallen into a muddy puddle
Or perhaps into a filthy drainage
To be contaminated with the sewage
Or be the breeding ground of worms and bugs
But fortunately for me
I happened to fall into fecund soil
Where there lay in wait a few seeds
Hankering for the cool touch of moisture
Arid souls desperately thirsting for water.
They sucked the molecules within me.
As their dry kernel got soaked and puffed,
Slowly they sprouted and grew into life.
Absorbing again the drops that came after me
They, into towering trees, eventually grew
Some touching heaven’s azure heights
And giving shade and shelter to many
Now as I see them crested with flowers
And bearing clusters of luscious fruits
I feel I am there in each leaf and bud
And my essence flows through every vein!
Is there a thought more priceless and gratifying
In the life of a teacher than this one!
Dec.28.2022
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Little drops of sadness
falling from up high.
More numerous than the stars
that decorate the sky.
Every droplets a raindrop
and represents a word that was said in haste.
falling from a cold grey sky
they fill you full of hate.
There's no shelter from the approaching storm
when its words that rain on down.
Look to the horizon
as soon another day will dawn.
The sun was only hiding
behind the leaden skys
the anger will soon fade away.
As weather and emotions
can change from day to day.
You cannot hold a raindrop
without it melting away.
Try treating hated the exact same way.
Speak to me, in breathless thoughts…
Memories, beautiful caught beneath the shadows,
Erasing the darkness, inspiring the dreams,
Bleeding through the melancholy – into the windows
Created by trees, inspiration’s leaves…
Faith with no end, believing and agreeing to the beautiful
Abiding on the spirit who hears with gentling,
Grace that frees – grace that saves, alive like forever
Balancing joy and peace, silencing doubts with truth
Speak to me, in promises for the lasting chance…
Forever, music on the rhythms of risk, believing in light
Who stills the ache and replaces it with faith,
Challenges the soul to reach beyond the everyday
Into the dream, the wisdom that sees inside eternal fate,
Amazing the stars who glisten through the heavens,
Bonding with moon and hope, treasures that block out
Despairing thoughts, heal the secrets – bleed victory
Through the everlasting songs, the psalms who call to hearts,
Poetry inviting the emotion to call on sacrificial love,
The kind of love that tempts the giver into creating, praying,
Inside the verses, throughout the notes… singing, singing
Songs flowing with joy, peace, wonder, all those things that bring
Light like no other, light stronger than the sun, light that reflects
The truth, the grace, forever – the only Son that can silence
Every doubt, reassure every suspicion, breath hope through the spirit
Speak to me, in trembling mornings who grieve the night,
Remembering only the stardust promises, the joyful lunar…
Never thinking of the truth that comes to life, to light, when
The spirit is stirred by the reflections of God’s beautiful,
The echoes of soothing, the expressions of His voice, like music
Fading from the thunder to ponder what it is to speak in a raindrop,
A moment of heart thoughts – the snowflake and the dancing leaf,
The beautiful that silences grief and brings endless peace….
Speak to me and believe… He is our heart’s most central need!
In the annuls of time
A song was written
By John Lennon
In love and smitten
His Japanese girl
Had caught his eye
Was it
The Beatles demise
The songs he wrote
Since the Beatles departed
It was 1971
And his new career started
In this year
His most famous write
A year after the Beatles
Disappeared from sight
His heart now captured
By a Japanese girl
Imagine that
His heart in a twirl
Her poetry inspired
For John to write
Her World War two horrors
Brought to light
For his inspiration
In his writing suit
Yoko Ono's book
Grapefruit
Imagine a raindrop
Imagine the clouds dripping
Give peace a chance
Listen to John's singing
In dedication to an Ex-Beatle whose awesome track " Imagine "
is sung all through out the world
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No much to do on a lovely day?
Grab your fishing pole,
go to a peaceful spot
where the sun is bright
and seagulls swoop;
don't mind a cloud that's gray,
it will turn golden and sparkle with light,
by dropping some raindrop
on your baseball cap! Will it remind you of Fall,
of days gone as youth?
No plans for the weekend?
Get in your car and drive
to the closest bay and do some cool fishing,
feel the spirit of fishermen
who go out the windy ocean and return smiling!
I've done that and got cod, bluefish and salmon...
I gave half of it to my neighbor Fred,
but he got scared when he saw a lobster still alive!
Written on 12/10/2012
my mom’s not pushing up daisies
having gone to her eternal rest in Spring
her restful place is where her soul has gone
back to earth with its raindrop-moss
(springy, as if for a tiny bunny
or hallucination-size “wabbit”)
off track, the violet urn
next to the frame
that holds my mother’s face
and my attention
confused by the unscattered ashes
contained. she’s there
or elsewhere
or both ways
dizzy the thoughts
and my nephew
on and over a couple
mountaintops where is he
particles placed, displaced
proper, improper
does it matter
it all matters
and the occasional shock
of a true blue viewing
passing by the other room
while relative remains
seem sentiments of denial
until a video snaps
you out of it
suddenly appears
the ghost
or a huge photograph
reminds you
why your there
in that chair
listening to the air
breathing