Fitting
Tic tac toe
Marigolds
Loose fitting dialysis
Pidgin toe
Skeptical
Aromatic bowling ball
Sheep ba baba-volleying hair ball
5/31/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Categories:
loose fitting, adventure, allusion, analogy,
Form: Free verse
• Loose-fitting clothes
• Socks with sandals
• The fashion police have solved 6 more scandals
Categories:
loose fitting, 11th grade,
Form: Tristich
Tonight,
A pretty older mother,
At my retirement community's July 4th summer concert,
Speaks to her daughter with a thick Korean accent.
The Traveling Wilburys tribute band plays songs by
The Wilburys, Bob Dylan, George Harrison, Tom Petty, Roy Orbison, and ELO,
All bands and artists who've made music that has excited my heart and spirit
Almost my whole life.
Mother and daughter
Have so much fun,
Dancing to every song.
A man in front of me
wears jewelry and a loose-fitting robe,
covered with colorful animal pictures.
Separate souls
Choose to join
In one happiness.
Someday, I hope to make it rhyme.
Categories:
loose fitting, age, community, happiness, music,
Form: Free verse
I barely can recall the day of my college graduation.
Even though my husband was my only comrade in attendance,
I felt proud to be with cum laude honors, sitting in a special section.
Also it’s a good thing all we graduates wore loose-fitting robes.
At the time of this event, I was almost eight months pregnant,
and I do believe that even in that flowing robe,
my pregnancy was showing!
It’s been decades since that day, which is why
I barely can recall a thing except for my feelings
of joy, accomplishment and pride – that despite the challenges
of raising a daughter for the prior three years, working part-time,
and even walking back and forth to college
(I’d still not learned to drive),
I had managed to complete the necessary courses
to the best of my ability and obtain my bachelor’s degree.
You can be a parent and you can have a job
and still do well in college.
It only takes desire, focus and energy.
I am proof of that; my education gave me a profession,
and never will I regret my efforts.
March 17, 2023
for Graduation Day Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
Categories:
loose fitting, school,
Form: Free verse
Anything that you lost is only a,
minds chart to put its clay out of the pot,
as it is low in price worth more,
than its cost.
To examine carefully or in detail,
it is like a women's loose-fitting,
undergarment hanging straight,
from the shoulders to find a,
a stout bag,
carried on the back.
As "within the wind a core of sound"
makes men feel for a newly hatched,
it should be forgotten at hate,
as life is nothing but some time to
pass.
Categories:
loose fitting, 1st grade,
Form: Free verse
a silent giant
i feel it wash over me
a corpses veiled breadth
Categories:
loose fitting, poetry,
Form: Haiku
Crank up the innuendo spindle machine,
I predict an uptick
in textile conjectural manufacturing
Tabloid logs of disparaging hardcore data
come rolling on a gossip conveyor belt
Lies and self-promotion gets shaped
into a loose fitting, fabricated article
Woven for profit,
using speculative material
cheap as they come
The rumor mill is on a rickety hum
Paparazzi garment products
getting poorly reported news labels stitched on
Unreliable eyewitnesses
are making that old lying metal beast
groan as it run
Forcing half of the naked victims to get
dressed up in lawyer fancy worded injunctions
And the other nude half
racing to get their full metal jacket guns
Seems the off switch never gets turned,
as the rumor mill continues to churn
Cranking out dubious scandal grade clothing ...
Reputation buyer beware
of public paucity for consumer scarce loathing
Categories:
loose fitting, perspective, society, truth, wisdom,
Form: Verse
It's taken years to build this wall
One loose fitting brick at a time
I can't expect to knock it down
Simply over night
The thoughts I've used for mortar
In this hardening of the heart
The chisel of my consciousness
Isn't quite sure where to start
At times it tends to lean
Over mistakes that I have made
In my rush at selfishness
A weak foundation has been laid
Always is a process
This building up and tearing down
Using bits and pieces
That I find laying around
Years now in the making
The height fits well the crime
But I must dissemble it brick by brick
If I'm to get on with my life
Categories:
loose fitting, life,
Form: Rhyme
He stands against the old barn door
relaxed not a confrontational bone,
thin as a pitchfork's tine.
Farmhand, hunter, true-shooter,
the lens flatters him.
A ring of white T-shirt gives a reverse
halo to his lantern-jaw.
Loose fitting pants rumple
just right atop his kick ass boots.
He stands against an old barn door
who held up who the real question—
a bit of James Dean in pocket pressed hands,
Paul Newman in his eyes.
Flannel hugs him. (When the woman aren’t.)
Capped by a bent brimmed hat,
he's rolled to perfection.
I’m sure the name tag on his shirt
didn’t do him justice—
Categories:
loose fitting, farm, men,
Form: Free verse
A stirring lilac breeze for an alarm or,
alternatively, a morning dove's song
Minimum one, maximum two people
absolutely no minors
Several medium-firm pillows
a well-fluffed quilt, untucked
Two auto-frying eggs and strips of bacon
and auto-toasting toast, buttered, triangular
A large glass of freshly-squeezed (by someone else)
pink grapefruit juice
Espresso served in tiny cups à la volonté
steamed milk upon request
A stout newspaper, of which no more than 50%
can be composed of actual news
Miles Davis "Kind Of Blue" looping
in the background
One pair of loose fitting boxer shorts with t-shirt
one pair of bare feet, regardless of the season
And absolutely, positively
no planning whatsoever
Categories:
loose fitting, life,
Form: Free verse
Heavy,thick dust on the floors and benches
Open back door and a key on the table
Grass uncut, beer bottles strewn about
Brown water spurting out, pipes detached
Original wallpaper melting off the walls..
Old ,loose fitting, rusty handles on doors
The house is empty,rotting junk mail aplenty
A vine inside creeped in from the floorboards
No kitchen,no handrail,where are the landlords?
A peaceful view of a backyard with a wild turkey
Lorikeets happily feasting on bright flowered tree.
Misty sun showers on a western mountain horizon.
She said "Do you like what you see of our discovery?"
Her pointy nose + fine sense of scent lead us there.
Categories:
loose fitting, confusion, history, loss, mystery,
Form: Sonnet