I’ve tasted the sweetest of lips—
plump, embedded in rare nectars.
The scent of your skin lingers on me:
a velvety, flawless cashmere of senses,
an aroma envious of exquisite flowers' perfumes.
I’ve tasted the sweetest of lips...
and the scar that was left in my soul.
Note: The background art was AI-assisted and curated solely to enhance the dark, somber mood of my original poem.
there was a blossom
so perfect and sweet
born of a plumb branch
placed ‘tween her feet
there to adore her -
adorned and complete
my Seraphima …
there was a meadow
so shimm’ring and bold
and like her sweet tresses
streaked brightly with gold
as her, meant for places
like heaven, I’m told -
my Seraphima …
there was a gloaming
from romance memoirs
and like her dear peepers
it soft-breathed with stars
so birthed from a sunset
its moments were ours -
my Seraphima …
there reigns a heaven
quite deep as the sea
where angels can wander
where souls are set free
please, heaven, return my
sweet angel to me -
my Seraphima …
oh God why did you rip
the heavens from me??
come back …
Seraphima.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
There is a particular kind of hunger
That learns to live without being fed.
And perhaps the cruelest mercy:
Even the compass bends towards the star it cannot touch,
And mine has never learned another north.
So I let the longing stay,
Knowing I was never meant to find my way out
From wandering beneath the same unreachable sky,
For I feared
That home, once found would wrench the way to you.
a kite
with a severed string...
is what I am;
the wind's useful idiot,
d r i f t i n g
erratically
across the tempestuous sky,
losing all control...
make no mistake about that!
should I rise
with the morning sun
one day
and not see you
lying right next to me....
gee, I can't even imagine!
v u l g a r
just the thought of it!
you see,
you, my anchor
are the tethered string,
that gently reels me
d
o
w
n
from the evil winds that blow
in the loftiest of skies.
should I no longer have
your hand to hold,
no matter how you leave,
i'd be everything
to the gust of wind
and nothing
to myself.
i'd be however it wants me,
so please,
never do.
Nothing brings joy anymore,
only a vast emptiness.
If you can, leave them here—
the unwritten three words of love.
I want to be listened to,
now none is near-
I feel threatened,
yet I stay here.
Those arms that hug and sway-
I never thought they'd betray.
The castle of love
I built so high-
I dream a sailor
someday will try.
Far and far I journeyed through-
this road has turned me blue.
I wish the crew could find me safe-
so I still keep his space.
They twinkle with sparks of love
that dance as a rippling pond
to spread upon my heart's shore-
your deep eyes of blue
Thy curve hath taught
the rosewood how to sing
and my fingers
long roughened by cedar
grow gentle upon thy hips
returning unto the edge of thy ebony
Through forty harvests
rain hath polished
snow hath kept
the sun made sweet the grain
Lo, the wood thrush calleth
from the bough
where once this timber
drank the morning
Thrice I say unto thee
I love thee—
And another ring
God closeth
in the heartwood
=======
I'm a wella for you,
beloved.
i sabi you're thirsty.
i am aware. Wella,
a spring waters for you.
i am a fountain for wella for you com, make me be a wella for you.
you de always thirsty, beloved. I find you water
as long as i'm alive.
i am a wella for refreshment.
a wella a system for you?
i am a fountain.
i am ya wella, com drink ya water. Mai love
I'm a well for you,
beloved.
I know you're thirsty.
I am aware. Well,
a spring waters for you.
I am a fountain of well for you Come, let me be a well for you.
You are always thirsty, beloved. I give you water
As long as I'm alive.
I am a well of refreshment.
A well a system for you?
I am your fountain.
I am your well, come drink your water. My love.
7/27/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
MISPLAYED
Hate came out to play.
Falling into a peace hole,
It soon became love:-
Where there is peace, there is love:
Where love is, hate can not be:-
I keep blossoms under my tongue
like contraband prayer, wet, bruised
a broken smile slides past me
sinister, undone, almost familiar
like contraband prayer, wet, bruised
a fallen guide drowns in mind rain
sinister, undone, almost familiar
seeking the now, an endless present
a fallen guide drowns in mind rain
a door to the cage named life
seeking the now, an endless present
it was never locked, not once
a door to the cage named life
bent, twisted by our hands
it was never locked, not once
we applaud thunder, swallow light
bent, twisted by our hands
I watch until nothing can bleed
we applaud thunder, swallow light
petals stuck between my teeth
I watch until nothing can bleed
sweet rot, a vow in disguise
petals stuck between my teeth
I laugh at saints in glass
sweet rot, a vow in disguise
then choke on the pollen
I laugh at saints in glass
a broken smile slides past me
then choke on the pollen
I keep blossoms under my tongue
a broken smile slides past me
sinister, undone, almost familiar
Love's sweet aroma drifts -
Draws me to surrender.
My joy is your laughter;
Your presence, my repose.
Let love and fire marry
And living be the prize.
I resign my empty nights;
Where you lead, I follow.
Like a candle and flame -
Be with me as one -
Wax melding into tongue
Inextricably so.
The calm skies welcomed a light rain that lasted
a while, but suddenly natures unpredictable flare
gathered its clouds and burst into a heavy storm.
With intense luminescence of a lightning-lit sky,
the soft light precedes the shatter of thunder that
pierced the heavens with an iron bolt; and again,
repeating its uproarious cry until Zeus was satisfied.
At the storm’s climax, mirroring each other’s motion,
aligned together, our bare homologous bodies
in full sway intertwined under blue satin skies,
synchronize as an unwritten symphony, a bohemian
rhapsody of involuntary euphoria that seems to last
forever. When the storm finally subsides, relaxing
in each other’s arms, in search of a resolution unlike
the placelessness of other times never visited before.
Our eyes shut, the words “I love you” yet unsaid.
Teasing rumble in the distance,
faint fragrance of petrichor,
redolence of rain nymphs
drifting along in primal scent,
like a mesmerizing lover hovering,
tantalizing, provocative.
Pent up emotion mounts, burns,
a yearning fountain of ecstasy,
love bursting forth flashing bolts
splitting skies and scorching earth;
saturate my soul with storm
relentless love of tempest born.
One with nature's searing surge,
I am consumed when we converge.
Copyright, 7-3-2026
METAMORPHOSIS
BLACK COAL TURNED INTO DIAMOND,
WAVES ARE SLOW AND CALMER.
BLISSFUL AMBROSIA I AM SIPPING,
BEST VERSION OF ME IS CREATING.
CRUSHING THE SHELLS, I GOT WINGS,
CIRCLE ON ME IS GOLDEN BLEAM.
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