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Birds have their moments,
capybara have moments.
Bison, bighorns, and bumblebees,
all creatures, despite the harshness
or savagery of their life
enter that moment where they quite simply
delight in just being.
The flea hops into bliss then jumps back,
back into its speck of existence.
A mite on the back of a flea
rides along into its moment also.
Just one moment
and there, there in your emptiness
you forget to be this long string of moments
swirling in an ocean of moments.
Even the plentiful and smallest sparrows
have their moment. A time of no-time
an instant free of thought when they cease to be,
yes even the ever unheeding, momentary flea.
A subdivision of sparrows came dancing,
Did a ballet all over my lawn.
What a wonderful sight,of pure delight,
For a handful of seed and crushed corn.
Everyday the performance is different,
Blackbirds will join the display.
I've never seen anything quite like it.
All this dancing and singing today.
They perform everyday around teatime.
The blackbirds can be head of the cast.
Bowing and bobbing and dancing,
I keep feeding and hope it will last.
After each performance is over
The crew keep changing the cast.
It's a good job there are lots of performers,
Or their ballet would be over to fast.
Next performance! Same time tomorrow.
8/ may/2021
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anticipated Albany albatrosses
buried bumpy bugs beyond the bay
creepy curious cats dug them up
dinner for dogs they said in disgust
even the dogs turned up their snouts at the bugs
frenzied finicky felines are crazy they barked
giant crows arrived and devoured the gruesome bugs
helping themselves to six or eight at a time
I am glad these raptors showed up said the dogs
jealousy in no way entering their heads
kilt-wearing albatrosses happened along
lingering close to where their bug stash used to be
mad now, they marched menacing around the meadow
no need to be upset, the bugs escaped, lied the dogs
opportunity to be peacemakers always taken by pups
pacifists and problem solvers
quails and quackers put their six cents in
raising the ire of the miffed albatrosses
sixteen sparrows sauntered in to stir things up too
they had heard there was a show-down
ugly words were tweeted and chirped
verbs and vowels best not repeated here
wrens and warblers were shooed off by the fray
‘xact ‘xchange never ‘xamined or journaled
you are lucky you escaped this melee
zealous birds can become dangerously ugly.
when you're forgotten
memories move too far from you
wishes run through tomorrow's well
widows search the depths for hell
she screams her tangerines
shouting out decimals
ice-cream and scenes of before
watching movies and more
more and more
you hang your head
but I hope you never cry
or realize
what you never had
this is what it feels like
to miss a lie
when you're forgotten
memories move too far from you
living with shadows here and there
hidden by splits in city walls
holding on to me,
myself and no one else
when your secrets expire
I hope you find your peace
more and more
you hang your head
I hope you never cry
or realize
what you never had
this is what it's like
to miss a lie
drive the membranes of your passion
into sparrows singing sane
live within the burrows singing doubt
replaying syndromes next to tones
is it everything you thought it would be
"this reminds me of why i do not think of you"
In our distance is our dreamy closeness
In quite fragrant expanse scented flowers
In moon lit sky we seek each other’s face
In Milky Way many restless whispers
The sun sits on the leaves of apple tree
Your face flashes in a nest of robin
The wet grass asks me softly where is she
At the top, hop restless sparrows umpteen
On this side of the sea I breathe empty
On the other side of the great void you
Smelling salted ozone from the deep sea
Go through my poems to feel the pink hue
I write verse to fill my oceanlessness
You inhale in your chest oxygen fresh
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15/10/2016
A Statue
Virgin charming marble
unblinking and stared eyes
standing at circle garden
beneath the musical shower.
Once God bless him
to see and hear all for
her past credits thus
The statue got the life.
Now my statue faced
whole day new experience.
What lovers are you doing here.
shame ! shame! Shame on you,
Now I can hear and see you
so go away ,go away from here.
What a disgusting! is going here
Why they not heed my presence.
O! Dear friends leave me alone
Please remove this sin
from my unblinking eyes.
Now it is the time to rest
all birds went their nests.
I tried to forget the scenes because
Moon was shinning in the sky.
O! What a pleasant cool night
make me pleasant most blue sky.
But life proceeds zig-zag way
rather then my straight way.
Soon a plot was listened
in mind of just arrived.
Stop this nonsense talk and run
away from here till morning walk.
By hook and cook night passed
dream a pleasant day welcomed.
But so many lives dwell in
this world to bring sorrows.
In morning to sit and ****
came the crows and sparrows.
At noon a muddy and targeted
ball of mischief street boys
hit on my feelings and
golden colour violet dress.
Mighty strong hands didn't
save me so I felt nervous.
At last she forced to pray
take back your blessings.
On account of this Almighty
send a thief of lamps
both eyes and ears to break.
He Drop showering rain to
wash my feelings and drees.
Thus God fulfill my wish.
Don't see bad
Don't hear bad
Don't think bad
Save my chestinity
So thank to God.
You are my purple dream
I am your yellow window
In between yet a fault line
Taking toll yours and mine
Both indeed feel sorry
I am the enigmatic dusk
You are my emerging dawn
In between still a night
Taking toll from both me and you
Both suffer from dearth of dew
I am your Darjeeling tea
You are my cut glass bowl
In between yet a fault line
Taking toll from our river
Our feasible flowers get fewer
We walk and share our sparrows
Green grass smiles in the meadow
There too falls the night-like shadow
We do want to shoo it away too
But the fault line is a difficult fence
The malt-robber fault line
Disappointment dwelling in the spine
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26/11/2016
Murmuring melody mesmerises the dawn.
Colours, like disco lights, elegantly branch out.
Crows, sparrows, robins, and parrots camp on my lawn.
Between harp, lute, sitar, and guitar, there's a doubt.
Is there, amidst the clouds, a lava eruption?
A cloudburst brings, instead of water, hue embers.
Between gold clouds and silver skies, what a duction!
Thunder and lightning bring in untimely tremors.
Sunbeams, like uninvited guests, gleam the green leaves.
Streams and brooks carrying prisms flamboyantly flow.
Breeze brings sparkling stirs between the furls of wheat sheaves.
Hiding behind tentative dewdrops, sun dusts glow.
Gloom and gleam, like celestial mysteries, are merged.
Are heaven and earth, into a new cosmos, converged?
Whose thoughts are most important to us
Who is the master creator of all that is be
Glad to trust your thoughts of In God We trust
He who is the master the creator of all that be
Not judgmental to yourself for who is the higher judge
Just a breath a kiss from our Father creator He who loves us
Whom is this great creator birds fly sparrows soars
Lambs baa beasts are subtle nice the horrors
The Savage lion shall one day lay down with the lamb
Mercies Grace stops peacefully reigns
But man will he smile man is just a child
Mixed in his sins mankind broken desire
Wicked with sin gone hog wild he stands dirty in the pit
In the pit of the muck and mirey
Run run on runaway from all that is wicked
the difference between him and the dirt
Sprawling does all of this possibly hurt
And ground is that he has a soul and terrain does not
From the lust of his whims
And the color of thier skin
So is the inner soul spirit rains righteous light
coming to my site
12/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee ©2021
The birds are back. The sparrows, the robins, the finches too.
The red cardinals, the blue jays, though they are seldom in two’s.
The woodpeckers, and the hummingbirds, some gray, and some blue.
Their choir is raising the mushrooms right out of their snooze.
Overnight Mother Nature has slyly sprinkled green glitter all around.
She did it effortlessly, kindly, boldly, with a total lack of sound.
We now have the greeniest greens high and low, greens that can ever be found.
I will invite you over, if you promise not to disturb our ant mound.
Formerly frozen creek has thawed into a gorgeous wild flowing river.
The shy, flirty, faerie-decorated butterflies are in sliver/quiver.
Dragonflies, moths, beetle-bugs, and caterpillars are near the river.
Making my happy heart sing and dance a bogie jive closer to my liver.
The scent of the purple and lavender lilacs is suspiciously sweet.
The first real proof that the perennials are ready to stand on their feet.
Magically pushing their fragrant puffy flowerets to fruition in this full heat.
The monarch is leading the way, dragonflies, and earthworms, following in beat.