Ice on the fence wire …
insult to injury
The barb when it’s deadly
pointed and sharp
A night rain has frozen
and hidden the danger
Awaiting intruders
—that come in the dark
(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
My heart is in my head
As where it should be
Lying in wait for the Father’s hands
My body needs remolding
My story needs remolding
I am asking Father God for His hands
Lord, My God shape me and remake me,
Lead and move my legs and feet on your Holy lands
My heart is in my head
As where it should be and still...
Lying in wait for the Father’s hands
7/28/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
With precision, Thebius stopped every ten minutes on the route
To put some garlic into the road, shaking it into a symbol
That would thwart any demons following him,
So they would lose their way
Unfortunately for him, they had all gone ahead
And were waiting at the bend right before his next stop.
All was quiet on the eastern front, and the southern front too.
We faeries were lying in wait, hoping the elves would be back soon.
A troop of brownies wandered by, drunk on sunflower seed oil.
Hush! The queen cautioned us. We transmogrified into flowers.
We certainly do not need a brownie skirmish before an elf battle.
C Crocodiles lying in wait
R Relaxing, dreaming of fresh meat
0 Ordinary floating
C Choose their prey carefully
K Kin to an alligator?
0 Oldest kind of creatures
D Doing what comes naturally
I Indigenous to swamps
L Longing to take a bite out of us
E Every person’s nightmare
Tune frenzied
Not discordant
Fine tuned
Distance despite
Heartbeats synchronized
Lying in wait
For the union
When two become one.
I need to find a reason to smile again
And find beauty in a flower
For now I only sneer at them all
And my stare makes many cower
I want to discover my long lost zest for life
And my love for adventure to see
Today I find I’ve little but contempt
And a trip is fraught with misery
To walk with head held high and carrying a smile
While whistling a tune is a memory held dear
Now I dream of nightmarish ends
Revenge and remorse seems so near
I loved this world and I loved this life when I was young
Until others soured it for me and now I’m too weak to fight
So long I’ve struggled to hold my views
Maybe it’s time to light up the night
I need to find a reason to smile again
Does a cobra smile when he strikes?
Will I?