The cold, so cold ground
Binding and pulling
And holding me down
Embraced by the crypt
Confined and restrained
And life’s breath stripped
Stygian inked
Such stifling dark
And soul’s light extinct
I find myself here
Trussed by death’s grave
Without hope, just fear
In the cold, cold ground
Decayed and corrupt
Neath my burial mound
under the serpent mound prudent
demons (NOT monsters) preserve the
nuts and
endosperm meant for
later day
postmen to deliver
when the time is
all too convincingly ripe
A small-raised castle...
a below-ground grave-like nest:
ants' safe life-haven:-
Today I found, right on the ground,
A giant pile of dirt - a mound -
Right where I walk, but did I balk?
No, since I still could walk around.
I was surprised, but I surmised
That gardeners had been apprised
Of lack of soil with which to toil
So it was left, as they'd advised.
This afternoon was opportune
To pass that spot and there was strewn
A tiny trace of what took place
This early morning, 12th of June.
The mound I'd passed had vanished fast,
Perhaps onto the gardens cast,
Its mystery now history
And certainly far from the last.
On top of lone mound
Lit candles lined midst the rain
Wild flowers around.
She's been ordering the kids around,
After each child like a loosed greyhound;
Since they have fine time for snitching found,
She shall continue to them all hound...
Now, she's instructing one "Suspend this",
Another asking "Did you just hiss?"
A Jack she swears shall in life fall flat
And urges the rest "Watch out for that!"
All the kids, at heart, are with chains bound,
Chilling clangs of the chains constant sound;
While they walk feel not the surest ground,
Each child, it seems, knows its own red mound.
sunshine in his dimple
grandson pitching on God’s mound
Bible keeps him sound
7/28/202
~1~
I knew he was bound
To be finally found
With broadcasting steps on the grounds:
A lot talkative their composite sound…
And I knew they would him bound
Spinning him round and round
And his body awfully pound
And assign to a wished mound…
Caught at last he was and wasted,
A fine, once-intact head blasted
And the preferably delayed tasted:
All through sheer fault of footsteps
Always shunned during escapes.
Smooth, soft snow bound
Sweet snow bound mound
Steep, snow mound
Slow, smart snow bound
Stunning, smelly snow mound
Slippery, spiffing snow bound
1/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
The old pain in the skull seems to be
heading Kapildanga means
a mound with a high plaque
The mound surrounded by a wall is not far away!
Badu, Kalu, Falu, Yadali's parents are always there
The game is over, he said.
Assalamualaikum ahelal kubur.
There have been many changes in these years in Kapildanga
Broken are many branches of the Blackboard tree next to it
Its leaves became yellow,
The surrounding forest has been cleared,
The sudden oozing of the spotted Dove of salty fig bushes,
A song of amorous cuckoo ripping through the still air
The sound of the rushing water,
Gallinules's cry, lament
The recently disappeared ‘Tub Tub’ sound of the Watercock
Gently pulls me to the past holding my hands.
Let me go then, Salam!
Crossing the bank of Saipara lake
If I Walk along the side of Namavita
Surrounded by a wall with high plaque of Kapildanga
Is not supposed to be far away.
In My Dream
I could twirl around,
Climb the highest mound,
As a setting sun would show,
No one would ever know,
About a pretty silhouette,
Doing the perfect pirouette,
Behind her as the sum dims,
Climb higher the moon beams,
Twilight soon sets in,
The stars all twinkling,
As I dance there’s not a chance,
Who could ever know,
That ages ago,
A fairy lived who was re-born,
As a fair maiden,
Of beauty unparalleled,
Which only the star lulled,
Dark auburn hair,
Suit this maiden fair,
With chestnut eyes,
The songbird lies,
Of her beauty that lights,
The gloom of sad nights,
In my dream,
In my dream....
Wolf On Snowy Mound Betrayed by Mound of Snow and Stone - A Haiku
snowy afternoon
a gray, yellow wolf wallows
betrayed by the stone
howling in the wind
running mix the snow mounds falls
dozens of cobbles
stones midst covered grass
a gray, yellow wolf wallows
betrayed by the snow
11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
tiny mound of sand
harbor crab-
dog diggs
SEPARATED SPIRIT FROM THE MOUND OF DIRT AND CLAY---
As I walk across the silver sands, winds;
Blows throughout my daughterly brazen hair;
Whisk away seldom the sun dims, its grin;
Shining brightly those grinning light shines there;
Kicks the pebbles corner stone’s made of gold;
Harboring the renaissance of stories told;
I yet still walk through the Holy Garden;
Never forgetting, never seeing sin;
Placed in the heart of the Jesus mercies grace;
Never deny the Father’s primal space;
Caring and sharing alms of misplace;
Comforting and soothing man’s divineness;
Made up of clay and dirt covering spirit;
Departed death walks lands no one hears it…
1/17/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Mound of beans and rice
Lettuce shreds with tomato
Onion, ebony
Olive rings in salsa and
Guacamole; sour cream top;
Tex-mex mound,
Feast!
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