Halted growth
Battled water
Moistures talking
Above the lawless
Days first lies
Desperate sights
Knowing not what they've done
Another March
Visits the spun
Cotton bottles broke
Twice plucked thorns
And checked
Doses of fringe
Corners of binge
Testified ends
Of witness
Miracle or Martyr's
Awnings in futures
A dancing dismay
Pleasant awkward May
Categories:
moistures, character, farm,
Form: Rhyme
KJV: Isaiah 2:4, " ... they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks:" ... by Isaiah son of Amoz re last days of Judah & Jerusalem
Insomuch, the northern rains be as brief,
and the winds tear the southern plains relief,
sobeit, that the realm is the victim,
and the seas rise as victor; its dictum,
praise be not the state claim of righteous earned,
challenge naught by singularity spurned,
howbeit, by a greater force yon ours,
deliver its wrath on the land it scars,
then sheath the swords of heartless warriors,
in their mildness find besprent carriers,
and restore the misty dew dawn's embrace,
while tethering the plains a moistures grace,
and hail the dutious guards their former posts,
and the forces that be, as the realms host's.
Categories:
moistures, appreciation,
Form: Sonnet
Weakened by the illnesses of life my body required
assistance to breath. It progressed to the machine
totally doing all the work.
Life can wear you out to the point of a wringed out
towel at times that does not allow anymore
absorbtion. Then another has to sponge up the
moistures of your daily life.
Incredible are the healing abilities of our creative
bodies. But in the space of time lost could it be
possible to forget something one was never
taught to do?
Time to breath on my own now but strangely I needed
a reminder every couple of seconds as the machine
was slowly turned off.
And for the briefest half second there was a moment
of panic in not knowing how. But then it returned.
As the sunlight of healings clarity shinned the
appreciation of the necessity to unfold that towel, wash it, jo
hang it up to dry and dry off my daily mist of
life's responsibility's.
Valuing the ability to breath. .
Categories:
moistures, hope,
Form: Free verse
Rain upon me
in such Delights
milky cloudz field filled with moistures trife
rain down on the grounds
puddles motion with rainwater
drenching down upon the dirt
splashes mixes together to make children's chocolate milk
4/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
moistures, adventure, allusion, environment, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
The village sage founded a school
that he might teach the young ones
forms of laughter as message of the heart
“Take care. Be keen”, he told them.
“When you hear one laughs with others
Inner trait is communicated; now listen”;
Ha ha ha haaa!!
This is laughter of the happy one
It fills audience with loving joy
He he he heee!!
This is laughter of beautiful ladies
It injects into men moistures of love
Hi hi hi hiii!!!
This is laughter of the miser
It makes the poor miserable
Ho ho ho hooo!!
This laughter of the wealthy
It fills hearts of audience with jealousy
Hu hu hu huuu!!!
This is laughter of the wild Owl
It drives the world to sea-shores of ill-fate
And the young ones laughed daily;
"Haa haa haaaa!!!
Hee hee heeee!!!
Hii hii hiiii!!!
Hoo hoo hoooo!!!
Huu huu huuuu"!!!
Categories:
moistures, age, education, irony, school,
Form: Free verse
Fast the clouds gathered and got too much charged
Profuse moistures had by that time come close
Pink passion inside the clouds well enlarged
Two such blocks merged in fusion and arose
In scarlet joy warmth and pressure discharged
In flash dance each other they did enclose
Bringing out lightning and boom shaking earth
Making the rains bloom in a fruitful mirth
September 3, 2017
Categories:
moistures, dance, earth, passion,
Form: Ottava rima
Antibacchic Meter
Deep cave, stalactites, stalagmites adorn thy black hollows where
flowstone with cave made gems lie like pearls placed by far sea oysters.
White colored calcite runs grace thy walls, limestone tubes yea show here.
You seem sphere alone having wetsome ever present old moistures.
See thy huge chambers lie draped in a velvet lined darkness.
Bright lights are wired high to show way down steep climbs, stairs made by man.
Daylight has no place in thy cold depths' seen utter bleak darkness.
I try to paint awesome sight; neither nice speech nor fine lines can.
Freetail bats use cave as home hanging most high from domes' ceilings.
Seen by all they leave their lone sanctum late seeking live insects.
Aye, piles of guano sell, so many make wise astute dealings.
These sage men make countless guano treks; they mine, not one objects.
Strange twisted shapes made of calcite, helicite reflect thy will.
A quiet deep darkness, guano and Freetail bats show eyes still.
Categories:
moistures, nature,
Form: Sonnet
Fire of the Forrest Dragon
I foretold the coming storm
The signs so plainly warn
Like sparks floating amongst a darkening night
The earthen moistures and cool air descending
My conjecture observed gave proof of my foretell
I viewed the sky’s nightning fire as prelude’s transforming
Luminous like the sun had touched the earth with her finger
I ran about telling the others we cannot linger
For the father dragon of all forest fires quickens towards us
As the people gather with arms folded tight
They linger like crickets chirping until morn’s light
Their interest shuns that which had been warned
Now stands as testimony to the truth I gave prophesy
Run you fools, run
I spoke the plea for conforming fleetness
The forest dragon has found us
And now takes wing the smoky sky a burning
For death rides this charring creature
Categories:
moistures, fantasy, natural disasters,
Form: Couplet